The carriage drove out of the back alley of Princess Mansion, turned out of Wuliu Hutong, two streets away from Qingxing Street, and went straight to Dongshi.
After dressing up, Danyang was leaning against the car wall, closing his eyes and concentrating. Zizhu, who was making tea at the side, made frequent mistakes and was distracted.
Tea bubbled up again, and Danyang opened his mouth without opening his eyes.
"Afraid of the resentful souls they say are demanding their lives? Or are you worried about being punished when you return home?"
Because while preparing the car, Zizhu went to inform Aunt Zhou as she was told. On the way, she naturally overheard various discussions about the murder case and all kinds of exaggerated rumors.
It is inevitable to feel fear in my heart.
Zizhu was wiping the small table in a panic. Hearing this, his hand shook again and he almost knocked over the teapot.
"Princess Princess...since you have already guessed it, please stop scaring me, okay?"
She has been on tenterhooks ever since she opened her eyes today. The total frights she had experienced since childhood were nothing compared to this morning!
And, it seems like this is just the beginning...
Hearing this, Danyang finally slowly opened his eyes, glanced at Zizhu amusedly, and said with a smile, as if he had read through her heart:
"Of course this is just the beginning. If you don't develop a 'heart of stone' earlier in the future, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."
Zizhu was teased, and her round and pleasant pink face instantly wrinkled into a bitter melon look.
"Haha, I'm kidding you." Danyang Bei laughed heartily, but then sighed again: "But today's ordeal has probably just begun."
Zizhu was completely confused this time, but based on her intuition and the constant confusion in her heart, she couldn't help but ask:
"Princess, when you leave the mansion, you are not really just going to ask for the peace charm, are you?"
Although today's princess is as unconventional, ahem, lively and quirky as ever, she always feels that there is something more profound than the random nonsense of the past.
Is this all the result of instructions from gods in dreams?
Then she would burn incense today and thank the immortal properly on behalf of the princess!
Because Zizhu was waiting outside the door, Danyang didn't deliberately lower his voice. Therefore, the reasons explained to Princess Qinghe naturally convinced the servants who came and went outside the door and pricked up their ears curiously.
Danyang was really surprised when she heard this. After looking at Zizhu twice, she nodded and whispered:
"It's a temporary transfer to another place, but remember not to make any announcement. Don't mention it to anyone, including my mother and Aunt Zhou."
At this point, Zizhu's ears had already become calloused by Danyang's instructions.
But before she could respond, Danyang added:
"If you miss a word, don't blame me for making you a vegetarian for the rest of your life."
The moment Zizhu heard it clearly, his whole body tensed up, and his head almost fell off his neck as he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
The princess has really become today...not only has she become more reliable in doing things, but she has also become shrewd and cruel! Wuwuwu——
For the chef's beef buns, crystal ginger knuckles, and assorted lantern meat, even if the King of Heaven came, I wouldn't be able to pry a word out of her mouth!
Danyang watched Zizhu's expression change from earth-shattering depression to rock-solid courage and calmness, and nodded with a chuckle.
Although I originally planned to act alone, now that I have a helper, one more person will be more powerful.
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Dongjie Temple, also known as Qigong Temple, is relatively famous among the many Buddhist temples and Taoist temples in Beijing.
However, most of the people who come here to offer incense are literati, and there are countless celebrities from various dynasties who have written poems and left words on the outer wall.
Han Qinglan would come to the Dongjie Temple every day before going to the Ministry of War to attend the ceremony. Even if she didn't offer incense and make offerings inside, she would often spend time outside reading the words of famous writers.
Before he arrived today, he saw from a distance a tung oil carriage, which was rare in the East Market, parked in front of the mountain gate of Dongjie Temple.
Out of curiosity, he stepped forward and started chatting with the driver.
"This old man is working so hard. He has to go out with his master to offer incense so early? Have you not had breakfast?"
Old Wu Tou, the coachman of Princess Mansion, had just put away his footstool when someone came to talk to him.
He was pulled out from under the covers and hurried to work. Not to mention eating, I didn't even drink hot water.
Fortunately, the young master was considerate of him and gave him half a dime of silver when he got off the bus, saying that he would go find a stall to rest his stomach and rest while waiting.
Not only has Old Wutou never seen so much silver reward, but he has never even heard of anyone in his house receiving it.
So at the moment, he is worried that the familiar restaurant is too far away, and the Dongjie Temple is unfamiliar, and it is the only place in the east of the city where civilians gather together. I'm afraid that even if I have money, I won't be able to eat anything good.
If you don't want to wait for someone to inquire, someone will come to help.
"Hey, it's so early, how can I have time to eat?"
After casually responding, Old Wu Tou had tied up the carriage, turned to face the young man behind him, and chatted with an honest smile:
"Brother, are you going out so early? Are you going to the academy?"
But before he finished speaking, he felt a sudden shock in his heart.
Just because, although the young man standing in front of him is indeed old enough to go to the academy, he is wearing a soft-armor brocade official uniform, plus a simple and elegant sword with exquisite accessories around his waist...
Old Wu was used to seeing the clothes worn by his consort and his colleagues in the military department, so he thought he would never mistake the outfit in front of him.
This, this young man is actually an official of the Ministry of War? !
It seems that the official position is not low!
Old Wu's eyes widened in shock. Because of his honest and dull character, he was most afraid of meeting officials, and his lips trembled in panic. Except for searching for the places where I was rude, my mind was completely blank.
Han Qinglan was also startled by Lao Wutou's reaction. After following the opponent's frequently dodging and fearful gaze, she discovered that the problem was the clothes and sword she was wearing, she suddenly realized with a smile and waved her hands:
"I'm afraid I've misunderstood. Although I have an official status, I'm just a useless little official as big as sesame seeds and mung beans."
After explaining, he found that the other party did not relax much, so he could only smile helplessly and turned around and pointed:
"Brother, if you want to eat something, the dry pouches there are crispy and can be filled with fillings. The tofu puddings are tender and smooth, and are both sweet and salty. There are not many people around now, so maybe we can give you an extra bowl of soy milk."
When Old Wu heard this, he hurriedly bowed and thanked him as if he was being pardoned, then stood up and ran away.
When Han Qinglan turned around, she didn't even have time to say a word to the other person, and the person disappeared before her eyes faster than a fish in the water.
He turned to look at the low-key but luxurious tung oil carriage next to him, and then looked back at the somewhat mottled mountain gate of Dongjie Temple.
After two breaths, he suddenly smiled and stroked his chin, and while stepping through the mountain gate, he murmured to himself:
"Such a strange thing, if we don't see what's going on, wouldn't we be living up to such a beautiful spring morning?"
However, while talking, Han Qinglan did not forget to glance at the sun and silently estimate the time when he could desert.
His yamen is at the beginning of the morning, and he still has more than half an hour to travel around, which is very comfortable.
