Chapter 445

Appreciation of fairy flowers for purple stars and beautiful moon (5.1)

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But I didn't hear the girl being scolded, but came Miss Jun's laughter.

The porter shook his head and listened to the footsteps. The silence in front of the door returned. He was also relieved and a little sad.

No one wants to do this. I can only blame the Royal Guards for their ferocity.

You can't take your life to see a doctor.

"Are they stupid?"

Walking in the street, Liu er said again.

Miss Jun took a bunch of sugar gourd from the street vendor and handed it to liu'er.

"It's not, it's impossible." She said with a smile.

Liu'er was happy to take it. Someone hurried by and bumped into her, almost falling off the sugar gourd.

"Hello." She cried, looking at the man who passed.

This is a girl wearing a flowery shirt and carrying a basket. She walks with her head down. When she hears the sound, she looks back and doesn't seem to find that she hit someone.

"You hit me." Liu'er stared and shouted.

The girl looked at her and made a sound, turned her head and hurried forward.

I didn't expect that I didn't even apologize. The people in Beijing are so impolite.

"Isn't it miss?" Liu Er looks at Miss Jun.

Miss Jun did not speak, but looked at the girl's back and looked a little distracted.

"It seems." She said.

be like? Like what? Liu'er looked at it again puzzled. The girl had been mixed in the crowd and couldn't see it.

Miss Jun was still staring at the street, her eyebrows were vertical, and her eyes were sad.

What's the matter?

Liu ER was a little uneasy.

"Miss." She shook Miss Jun's arm. "Is it someone you know?"

Miss Jun shook her head.

It's not the people you know, it's the eyes you know.

The girl's eyes were determined to die, just like when she went into the palace to assassinate the emperor.

She was only sixteen or seventeen years old, a few years younger than herself at that time.

Although the dress is simple, the face is delicate and delicate. It must be raised by rich families.

Is it true that a girl of this age and family can't overcome the difficulties and can only die?

"Let's go and have a look." She said.

"Is it something?" Liu'er asked nervously holding sugar gourd.

"Go and have a look. I don't know yet. I hope it's all right." Miss Jun said, stroking liu'er's head, "eat."

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People in the street ran about because a guard of honor came and dispersed the crowd towards an alley.

This is where officials gather. There are three houses in this alley, but now only one official lives here.

That is, Huang Cheng, the senior scholar of the cabinet. Since old man Huang had a leg disease two years ago, the emperor moved the other two people living here in order to let him rest, and all three houses belong to the Huang family.

Lord Huang naturally won't live up to his grace. He occupied a house with many beauties. It is said that the layout is extremely luxurious.

However, compared with Lu Qianhu, who also keeps beauties, Mr. Huang is more generous. He believes that dullele is not as good as zhonglele, so he will invite his friends to the house.

I have the honor to come here and enjoy all the compliments.

Lord Huang will also prepare a banquet today, because he is very happy today. The emperor has accepted his opinion. He knows that the impeachment memorial of the remonstrance court can be presented tomorrow. Besides, he not only knows the remonstration court, but also prepares several people from the north.

It is conceivable that tomorrow's general chaotang will be a feast.

So when he left the palace, Lord Huang invited many people to play, including Lu yunqi.

"Is it convenient for Lord Lu to come?" The attendant asked in a low voice, "I've greeted him. When Lord he refutes those people tomorrow, let him list the private crimes of those people. Lord Lu has promised. Will he be accused of collusion if he comes at this time?"

Lord Huang smiled.

"How? How can people like Lord Lu be colluded by others." He said, "when we invite him to come this time, he just looks at us to see if we have colluded with Zhongliang in private, so we can report back to the emperor."

The attendant suddenly answered yes.

"No wonder Lord Lu agreed." He said, "he seldom attends banquets."

Little yellow smiled and nodded.

"Lord Lu is not stupid." He said.

Laughing and joking, his house has arrived in front of him, and there are shouts behind him.

"Lord Huang."

Lord Huang stopped and looked at it.

I met Lord Tang of Zhijian academy I had seen before.

"Come fast enough." Lord Huang got off his horse and smiled at him in a low voice, "it seems that you can't wait for the beauty here."

Lord Tang's black face turned red.

"No, No." He quickly waved his hand and said, "I've come to tell little Huang that I won't come tonight."

"What are you afraid of? You just won't come. It's time to say that you and I collude." Lord Huang said with a smile and looked at the people around him, "who can live in the world without being said and not living after being said? The days are numbered? Things are not done?"

Everyone around me laughed and answered yes.

"Lord Huang is right."

"Mediocrity is not envied."

"What should be done should not be done because others say. If you are in your position and don't seek politics, isn't it a vegetarian meal?"

Everyone said one after another.

Lord Tang, stop.

"There are other things." He said, "thank you for your hospitality, but it's not too late to get together again tomorrow."

Little yellow smiled and nodded.

"Lord Tang is conscientious. Hurry up." He said.

They talked and laughed as they walked. People in the street avoided them one after another. At this time, they had reached the entrance of the alley.

Perhaps it was the crowd avoiding the crowd and chaos, and someone hit it in a panic.

A guard immediately yelled, and at the same time, the power stick in his hand hit him.

The woman's voice screamed in pain and fell to the ground. At the same time, a basket fell and the tortillas in it were scattered.

It's a woman. Let's see.

It was a girl of sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing coarse cloth clothes and clothes, who was lying on the ground and kowtowing all over.

"Forgive me, my Lord. Forgive me, my Lord." She said in a trembling voice.

Everyone recognized this dress as a civilian girl selling baskets.

Not to argue with such a person, he waved his hand to drive away, but Lord Huang suddenly raised his hand to stop it.

Perhaps it was the girl's warbler like voice. Lord Huang couldn't help looking at it. When he saw the exquisite figure of the girl lying on the ground, his eyes narrowed.