Seeing that she was very determined, Cuixin muttered in her heart that the pillars of the family had been imprisoned, and the two little ladies ran to the huge capital to do what they could do.

However, she always obeys all Yuan Baoer's orders. If she has any objections, she will refer to the previous article.

"I'll hire a car, madam, don't move."

She jumped up and said.

"I won't move," Yuan Baoer waved his hand and urged: "You should hurry up."

"I know," Cui Xin stuffed her the small box she had been holding tightly, and once again solemnly reminded her, "I must not move."

"Okay," Yuan Baoer responded softly, feeling helpless.

As a road blind man who doesn’t remember the road very much, she is still very self-aware.

Cui Xin took two steps and looked back. Seeing that Yuan Baoer was indeed sitting obediently, she ran away.

Yuan Baoer kept watching her until she walked away and looked behind her.

There was a faint smoke coming from there, and before we could get closer, pungent smoke came out.

A trace of fear flashed in Yuan Baoer's eyes, but the next moment he raised his chin and tried not to be so scared.

The grandfather was still trapped, and she had to cheer up.

She told herself this.

The box in her hand was cold and to divert the coldness that came up, she opened the box.

When I saw what was inside, I remembered that I didn’t like heavy jewelry. I usually use exquisite and light velvet flower beads. Instead, the small mahogany box that Cui Xin held was filled with silver notes.

That was a pocket book she had since she was a child. She didn't like makeup powder and just liked to hang out in the fields. However, for the sake of face, the Yuan family always brought some suitable situations during festivals and holidays, and also occasionally sent some from her uncle. In addition, her grandfather asked her to buy snacks, which was not often stuffed. Over time, she saved so much.

She counted the money and it turned out to be nearly five hundred taels.

She made a bag and buried the box on the spot.

Cui Xin hurried over with a small bag.

"Madam, let's go now."

Yuan Baoer threw away the wooden stick and went to look at her clothes.

Cuixin Worker and Peasant Ali's indigo men's robe, which looks good, but only 60 to 70% new.

"This place is too remote and I can't find any good ones, but I've looked at it carefully. It was washed and clean."

At this moment, Yuan Baoer didn't care about these things. She quickly changed her clothes and asked Cuixin to change the clothes she had changed into a bag that could be wrapped around her waist.

Yuan Baoer runs outside all year round, looking taller than ordinary girls, and her waist is harder than girls.

She is also very thin, wearing a scholarly robe that emphasizes elegance and elegance, and has a bit of a famous scholar's style with big sleeves.

Cuixin looked at her with her head tilted, feeling that there was something that was indescribable.

Unfortunately, the person involved was beautiful and didn't know it. He grabbed Cui Xin and ran down the mountain with a sprint.

A car swayed over in the distance.

"Here," Cui Xin hurriedly pulled Yuan Baoer's robe and whispered: "I told the handlebar that we will go to the capital to find relatives, so please don't let me say a word later."

"Call me, Mr. Lang," Yuan Baoer's eyes flashed very quickly, but he immediately raised his back and gave serious instructions.

Cui Xin saw that she was lying on her shoulders, which was very similar to the old man’s usual behavior when he met his colleagues, but the old man was fat and looked at her and felt calm, but the lady was a little cold.

Just like the moon in the sky, it can't be seen or touched.

Cuixin touched her sleeve and smiled with her lips.

Yuan Baoer was already nervous, but she laughed even more nervously, and then whispered: "But what's wrong?"

Cui Xin shook her head quickly, "The old man said that his wife looked like a master when she was young, and she said that if she was a man, she would be confused by the little lady's heart."

"I thought he was coaxing people, but it turned out to be true."

She held her face, her eyes shining brightly.

"Nonsense," Yuan Baoer was amused by her, "You haven't seen the portrait of Ah Niang."

She looks like a girl, with a peach-hearted face, black eyes, and willow-leaf brows. The difference is that her figure is taller and thinner than the Yuan family.

Cui's heart was shaking like a rattle, "It's not like she looks like she looks like this, and she thinks her wife is very good."

"Okay, you said yes," Yuan Baoer smiled when coaxed.

My grandfather was the imperial teacher back then, so she was just a lump of wood. After learning for more than ten years, she could always pretend to be a little bit.

But she is active by nature and will be exposed after not long after she is pretending.

When the carriage approached, Yuan Baoer smiled and stepped forward and bowed.

The coachman was a man in the mountain village and had little knowledge. He was treated so politely by a scholar. He immediately gave in uneasy.

"Young man, come on the car, and I have prepared some food. If you are thirsty and hungry, you can use it."

Cuixin quickly took off the stool. Yuan Baoer carefully glanced at the coachman. Seeing that he was looking over, he hurriedly pushed away her hand and stepped onto the car in two steps.

Such a cool and free manner made the coachman look at him more.

He couldn't tell where it was, but he just thought that the young man looked particularly good no matter what.

When Daniu, who went out of the village, returned home, he said that those nobles pay attention to their demeanor and other things no matter what they do.

This young man is probably that kind of person.

The coachman thought about Cui Xin's style when she was generously throwing the broken silver, and she became scheming in her heart.

Knowing that the two of them were in a hurry to travel, they drove the car very fast.

He realized that he was thinking about the two of them, but he didn't know that Yuan Baoer and Cui were in a miserable state.

The two live in villas all year round, and Yuan Baoer has a problem of not remembering the road. They usually only wander between the ridges of the fields and the houses, occasionally taking a cart, and just wandering around the ox cart to chat and play.

It was the first time I had experienced such a serious journey in my life.

The two of them were in the carriage, like beans, up and down and left and right.

"Little Langjun, there is a station ahead. Do we want to be the best?"

Just when the two were almost getting familiar with each other, the coachman finally spoke.

"Yes," Yuan Baoer was so angry that she was furious that she was so weak that Cuixin was also weak.

When the coachman told the guy that he was fighting, Cuixin helped Yuan Baoer go upstairs with two fighting strands.

After entering the room, the master and servant waited for a while before they struggled to eat and rest.

In the middle of the night, Yuan Baoer woke up from her dream.

The fire in the dream and the despair made her feel pain from the inside out.

She was breathing with a trembling mouth, tears streaming down her eyes until she felt her throat was dry and she realized that she was still alive.

There was a riot outside, and the movement was particularly clear in this quiet night.

Yuan Baoer turned over and came to the window and listened for a while.

The shopkeeper and the guy were greeted in clothes and talked to him.

It turned out that it was the yamen runner who took the criminal into Beijing.

Yuan Baoer felt nervous and hurriedly opened a gap in the window.

The yamen runners were not careful that there were still people above them who were not sleeping, so they all went into the front hall with a swagger.

Not long after, a prison car was shaking in. The prisoners in the car were messy, their gray hair scattered in the wind, and their short and fat figures were particularly familiar.

It's a grandfather.

Yuan Baoer's eyes lit up.
Chapter completed!