Chapter 932

Zihan was surprised at first, then took it for granted, and packed the sour plum soup: "Miss, I can't get you something to eat in the kitchen of King Chen's house in the future. What if I meet a poison that can't even be detected by silver needles?"

"What should we do then?" She asked.

Zihan thought, "there's a way!"

Zihan's method is very simple.

Since the poisonous sour plum soup came into being, Zihan built a stove in their small courtyard, had people open a well and grow vegetables on their own land. In this way, she felt that she had avoided all kinds of poisonous twists and turns.

Xiyueer doesn't object to anything. Anyway, she can smell it with her nose, but she really wants to find hob to see what the poison is.

At night, she mentioned the poisonous sour plum soup and said to Zihan, "you stay at home. I'll go to Uncle Huang. If someone asks for it, I'll just say I'm sleeping."

Zi Han nodded obediently.

Before she went out, she called out her body and breath, and went out of the house quietly.

Hob hasn't appeared yet. In the eyes of outsiders, he disappeared for no reason. Some people say that he took people to travel around. But who would know that he was under the eyes of... Huo Han.

It's true that Huo Han is the one who catches Huo bu. As for why she wants to catch Huo Bu, she naturally knows. Now she has to find Huo Bu first.

Huo Han's place of detention is not very far away, so he should be in huaidu City, and he would not be placed in a large courtyard. After all, he would send troops to guard, which is very prominent and strange, and he would not be locked in the palace. There are walls and ears everywhere in the palace, which is easy to leak. The only thing is outside the Imperial Palace, which is a place of the royal family. It is a remote place with heavy troops all the year round, but it is not noticeable.

There is only one place suitable for this place - the imperial mausoleum.

The first time I saw such a large imperial mausoleum, xiyueer was still shocked. There was a large black area, row upon row, and it was very grand. Just looking at the number, I don't know how many generations of the emperor and empress had been buried.

Suddenly, I feel that modern cremation is still the best. Look at so many tombstones, how wide the land is occupied, and how good it is to cultivate vegetables.

Of course, we can only think about it casually.

Besides the mausoleum, there are a lot of soldiers guarding it, but recently there seem to be more people. There are many people guarding the mausoleum all the year round. These people are not ordinary people, most of them are royal people. It is said that this generation of tomb keepers is like a princess. As a woman, she admires this person's courage. She has been with the mausoleum all the year round, and can still stick here without mental disorder, How brave.

She shivered, a little chilly.

Just walked two steps, looked up and saw a man in white clothes, hair, quietly shaking in front of him, she was scared to cry out.

After several steps back, he found out that he was a person, not a ghost, and that he had a counter spirit covering his body, so he could not find himself. So he calmed down and thought that this man was the princess.

Around her, not far away, she found that there was a small courtyard inside, and there were people guarding outside. She picked her eyebrows, which should be here.

So he quickened his pace, climbed over the wall and slipped in.

Hob took a sip of tea, raised his eyes, looked around and smacked his lips: "little three, who are you talking to? To yourself? "

Huo Yanchen silently looked at him, indicating that he was so bored to do such a stupid thing?

Hob touched his nose: "who is that? Is it talking to ghosts? In other words, this is the imperial mausoleum. A ghost is also a ghost with status. It may have come here to give you a dream. You can hold it

She thinks hob's got a lot of flair.

"It's the moon." Huo Yanchen said blandly.

"What?" Hob suddenly stood up and looked around: "where, where, where?"

Huo Yanchen raised his eyes and stared at her, feeling that his back was permeated with the coolness of Yin measurement, which was colder than when he shuttled through those imperial tombs.

She pulled down the counter spirit and said with a smile, "good uncle."

Hob's eyes turned around several times, and then he saw xiyueer standing not far away from them. After staring for a moment, he immediately put away his excitement and sat down. He turned his head and said, "what are you doing here?"

It seems a little abnormal to see this reaction. What's Hobson angry with her?

She walked over and sat down impolitely and said, "naturally, I'm visiting uncle Huang."

"Don't yell, I'm not your uncle." Hob's a little cranky.

After thinking about it, she changed her words: "that's to see the head of Huo yuan."

Hob turned his head and stared at her. "Do you really not? It seems that you really don't want to be with our third son? "

Well, what's the logic?

She touched her nose: "didn't you call me uncle Huang? If I make you angry, why do you treat me like this? Have I offended you? "

"Yes, you did, and you did." Hob really had a fight with her.

She was speechless, turned to look at the silent Huo Yanchen: "little third master, what a coincidence, how come you also came? For tea? "

When she lowered her head, she found that she had poured a cup of hot tea in front of her. She naturally picked it up and drank it.

Hob muttered: "I'll tell you why I have to prepare one more cup. It turns out that Xiao san'er already knew you were coming."

So clever?

She put down the cup, then heard Huo Yanchen coldly asked: "what are you doing here?"

"If you can come to head Huo, I can't?" She asked back.

Huo Yanchen drooped his eyes and did not answer.

Hob roared angrily again: "it's the head of Huo yuan again. You really call me that because you are married?"

She spun out a cold sweat and said, "what do I call you?"

Hob choked: "if you can find this place, you will know who tied me up. Naturally, you also know why the other party did it. Since you know so clearly, why do you want to marry that person?"

"Who?" She pretended to be confused and asked: "you mean my husband Chen Wang now, Chen Wang who lives in Chen Wang's house, but he is not here."

"Confused!" Hob's face turned red: "take a good look. Is there no difference between the people who are sitting next to you and those who are married to you?"

She looked at the people around her and shook her head: "I don't know. Aren't they all the little three masters?"

"Do you mean to be angry with me? Knowing the reason why I am here, I naturally know that Huo Yanchen, who lives in Prince Chen's house, is a fake

Hob could not help but blurt out, with full anger.

She was silent, pretending to be suddenly enlightened: "I married a fake..."

"That's right." Hob gave her a white look: "now you're someone else's person. You're no longer my junior."

She said with a faint smile, "isn't that good?"

Hob glared at her. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, shouldn't you ask your third son?" She looked at Huo Yanchen and said something.