I am really afraid of what will happen.
Zhu Ya stepped out of the side door of Xuanwu Gate, and Yan Wei's carriage emerged from the front door.
In the carriage, Yan Wei's personal servant Ji Chuan asked: "Your Majesty, should we go to Qingfeng Pavilion or Yuelai Restaurant next?"
Yan Wei put down the car curtain: "Follow her first."
When she arrived at the inn, Zhu Ya completed all the tasks. She clapped her hands, hummed a little tune and left with a happy face.
Ji Chuan jumped off the carriage and grabbed the collar of the little messenger who received the letter: "That girl just gave you something, hand it over."
The little messenger made two hundred taels of silver in vain today, and his waist was a little tougher than usual: "You will give it as you say? That is the property of the nobles in the palace, and neither you nor I can afford to offend it!"
Yan Wei opened the car door: "What if I want to see it?"
The little messenger kept silent and honestly handed Zhu Sijia's things to Yan Wei, without forgetting to beg for mercy: "Your Majesty, there are younger ones, younger ones, older ones, please show your respect."
Yan Wei asked: "Where to send it? To whom?"
Little post envoy: "Han Muyun, Han family, Huyang Street, Shuozhou City, Beidi."
Yan Wei: "It turns out to be him."
During this period of time, he was not idle at home. He sent people around to collect all the information about Zhu Sijia. He even knew how many friends she had made when she was in the North.
This Han Muyun was her childhood playmate in the North. He was just a commoner, and his family made a living by opening a steamed bun shop in Shuozhou City, so he was not something to be afraid of.
Ji Chuan coughed slightly and reminded him: "Your Majesty, it's only three things. Think about how much trouble you have suffered because of Zhu Jieyu's matter."
Even he couldn't bear to see Yan Wei being so suspicious and full of hatred, as if Zhu Jieyu had robbed his wife.
Yan Wei held the letter and pondered, seemingly debating whether to open it to find out what was going on. Now Beiliang was in civil strife, and Han Muyun was bleeding half of Beiliang's blood...
After a while, he returned the letter intact to the post envoy, and handed over ten taels of silver: "Pick the best horse in the post station, and find someone to go with you. Winter is coming, so deliver it faster."
The envoy was so moved that he was confused on the spot.
After Yan Wei's carriage completely disappeared on Zhuque Street, Zhu Ya walked out of the alley opposite the inn.
This bitch, as she expected, would jump out and cause trouble.
Although his conscience was still intact in the end, he did not open the letter and read it.
She also threw ten taels of silver to the postman and handed him the pile of letters that actually contained the banknotes:
"Good acting. Remember what I just said. When you get to Shuozhou City, don't go south. Just stay there for the New Year and return to Xijing next spring. Otherwise, if you have money, you can only spend it in front of the Lord of Hell."
The little messenger with a childish face was frightened by several waves of people in turn today. He would rather believe it or not, so he looked solemn and swore to God.
These two hundred and twenty taels are enough for him to live a good year in Shuozhou City.
…
Zhu Ya stayed out until the curfew was almost over, then reluctantly returned to the palace with a lot of things.
Ever since she handed over the recipe for refining fine salt to Yan Xiu, she has never been short of money.
Yan Xiu cherishes talents and shows no mercy when rewarding people.
"Don't worry, Jieyu. Mrs. Yu is fine in Prince Yan's palace. Her old coughing problem was cured by Third Miss. She found a doctor. I didn't see Third Miss today. I heard from Wu Xingbo that she has grown taller again and is expected to be reunited with her soon." You are as tall as you."
"And Wu Xingbo, it's nothing more than three-point and one-line activities at the polo ground, the palace and Prince Yan's Mansion. I didn't go to those messy places. I was always worried about how to make up the information handed to His Majesty."
Zhu Sijia's eyes turned red when she heard the recent situation of her relatives.
In her two lifetimes combined, she didn't spend much time with her relatives. She didn't know if they were living well or if they were bullied.
In this life, she was imprisoned in a bigger and more prosperous cage. She was always tied with the Yan family's thread and could not escape.
But fortunately, she was able to find out the news in the mansion, and occasionally bumped into Zhu Yuancun in the palace patrol queue when he was on duty.
I wish Scarlett's heart has found another place.
She stared at the bare laurel tree outside the window and pondered silently.
Since the last time she said something wrong to offend Yan Xiu, he hasn't come to Changle Palace for nearly a month. I don't know if it's because he's busy or because he's really angry.
Or maybe he just fell in love with someone new.
Thinking of what she said that night, she really regretted it and couldn't sleep. If she lost Yan Xiu's favor, how could she gain a foothold in the harem?
She shouldn't speak the truth recklessly.
But she couldn't believe that those words that Yan Xiu wanted to hear, did he really take her to heart?
No, all men in the world are ruthless.
This is especially true for emperors.
Today was obviously a day to be happy, but Zhu Sijia couldn't help but shed tears. She wiped away her tears, forced a smile and asked Zhu Ya: "Are you homesick?"
Zhu Ya, who was originally cheerful, was stunned by her question, and her smile froze on her face: "How could I not want to?"
"My home is a modern and civilized society with tall buildings and stars. Women there have the opportunity to make contributions and be self-reliant. It only takes an hour or two to fly in the sky to travel from Beijing to Xijing."
"Forget it, I shouldn't have told you this, just think what I said is just fantasy."
Zhu Sijia: "What is the Arabian Nights?"
Zhu Ya reacted: "One Thousand and One Nights, I have never told you this. If Jieyu is interested, I might as well tell you about it?"
"Is there anything you can't tell me?" Yan Xiu's voice sounded outside the dormitory door, "I wish you Jieyu, long time no see."
The door to the dormitory opened, slowly revealing a face that was a bit thinner but still handsome.
It seemed that the discussion of One Thousand and One Nights could not be concluded today, so Zhu Ya stepped back and closed the door for the two of them thoughtfully.
"His Majesty--"
Zhu Sijia almost flew into Yan Xiu's arms. She used her strength just now to cry until she cried: "I thought Your Majesty didn't want to see me anymore, and I thought Your Majesty didn't like me anymore."
"I stare at the laurel tree and the Tai Chi Palace every day, hoping that Your Majesty will come."
She didn't want to offend him again.
Yan Xiu had been pregnant for nearly two months, and now that the beautiful woman was in his arms, I wish Scarlett's tears would slowly melt his ice cube heart.
In the first few days, he was angry with Scarlett, and even secretly made up his mind to stay indifferent to her for a year and a half, but in the end he could not overcome his strong will, but he was entangled in trivial matters and could not do two things at once.
He really needed her.
Yan Xiu's voice was hoarse and he was confused and confused: "Don't cry now, leave your tears for me elsewhere."
The ground in the hall was very hot, and it hadn't snowed yet in Xijing, so the two of them forgot to close the windows.
Zhu Sijia was caught back by Yan Xiu over and over again. She was knocked unconscious and the person on her body had a sense of punishment. She didn't know where to look. She was like a fish that had left the water and came ashore without authorization, almost comatose.
It's the hardest thing to feed a man who's very hungry, and she's going to have to suffer through the night.
She cried and begged Yan Xiu to turn off the lights and come back again.
But every time, Yan Xiu would deliberately look into her eyes, and even carry her to the dressing table, rubbing her ears and temples in front of the mirror:
"Call me Xuanzhi."
