Chapter 3854

Min Huizhu clutched her chest and felt like vomiting. Seeing Zhuang Huaisen approaching, she hurriedly put on her clothes, "High Priest, I'm afraid I won't be able to perform Zhou Gong's ceremony with you these days, I..."

She pretended to retch a few times, and covered her lips: "The child won't let me have a good time, and I will come to see you after I pass the period of morning sickness."

Zhuang Huaisen's eyes fell on her belly, and he nodded: "Alright, you go ahead, take good care of yourself, and raise your baby quietly in the Holy Maiden's Palace."

After Min Huizhu listened to Zhuang Huaisen's instructions, she finally managed to get out of the secret path. Seeing someone following in the dark, she sat in a sedan chair and headed towards the Holy Maiden's Palace...

Qin Wuyan stood beside the stream, looking at the empty courtyard and listening to the report from the hidden guard: "At midnight last night, the Zhuang family came to take Miss Zhuang back to the priest's mansion.

Miss Zhuang originally refused to go back, but after hearing that the guards of the priest's mansion reported your name, Miss Zhuang had no choice but to follow the guards back to the priest's mansion, and even left you a letter in desperation... .”

The dark guard handed the folded letter paper to Qin Wuyan.

Qin Wuyan unfolded it, looked at the beautiful small characters on it, and asked, "Have you found anything in Zhuangzi?"

"There are also some clothes and so on, probably Miss Zhuang specially left them for you." Another hidden guard held a stack of clothes and shoes and socks in front of Qin Wuyan.

Qin Wuyan stretched out his hand, and stroked the material of the clothes with his fingertips. The material was very good, smooth and soft, and it seemed that it was a carefully selected high-quality fabric.

It's just that the stitches are really unflattering, crooked, and not dense. Although compared with the clothes and shoes made for the first time, the stitching skills have improved a lot, but Zhuang Xiaoyu is a young lady who didn't take needles and threads very much. It is indeed not easy to do the embroidery work well at once.

Qin Wuyan took the clothes from the secret guard, hugged them in his arms, and said in a low voice: "You guard the outside of the priest's mansion, and inquire about the news inside at any time, especially those related to the madam, and send someone to inform me at any time .”

The dark guard nodded: "Yes."

Qin Wuyan waved his hand: "Go."

The dark guard left immediately.

Qin Wuyan caressed the clothes in his hands, turned around, and walked slowly into the courtyard. The courtyard was already empty, and even the old man guarding Zhuangzi left.

Qin Wuyan stood in Zhuang Xiaoyu's bedroom, it seemed that the faint fragrance of her body was still lingering in it, all the things in it were taken away, only the bedding and pillows remained here.

Qin Wuyan lay down on the bed, closed his eyes, recalling Zhuang Xiaoyu's every frown and smile in his mind.

It's better to go back to the priest's mansion, it's much safer than staying in this village. After all, this woman Min Huizhu is too crazy. If one day he doesn't notice, who knows what kind of crazy things this woman will do?

Qin Wuyan didn't dare to bet with Zhuang Xiaoyu.

It was as if he never thought that brother Jin would be blatantly killed by the priest's office.

Qin Wuyan was like a frightened bird, afraid that if he didn't notice, he would kill his beloved.

I don't know how long it took, until Qin Wuyan suddenly opened his eyes, only then did he realize that there was a person standing in front of the bed.

He suddenly turned over and sat up, and pulled open the gauze curtain, "Xiao Yu."

Min Huizhu's chuckle resounded in the darkness: "Zhuang Xiaoyu has already been taken back to the residence by the people from the priest's residence. She is a useless woman who can only resign herself to fate, yet you still miss her."

Qin Wuyan sat on the bed, his joy faded away, the strong feeling of disgust surged into his heart again, his words became cold and thin: "What are you doing here?"