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Duan Zhen'er was surprised to see that a little girl who had escaped, actually carrying a wine gourd with her. She was about to ask something, but the girl shook the gourd, pulled out the plug, gently knocked it in her palm, poured out a pile of white powder from it. Then, she hung the gourd back to her waist, rubbed the powder in her palm, and walked towards Duan Zhen'er.

"This is your...your powder?"

Duan Zhen'er was stunned. She had never seen anyone put fragrant powder in a gourd for drinking. She watched the girl get closer and closer, and her body involuntarily tilted backwards. After all, it was something on her face. After all, it was the first time she saw this person today. If she said she didn't care at all and trusted her completely, it would be impossible.

The sound of servants walking from the gate of the courtyard came, and the little girl retreated slightly, "Miss, think I'm dirty?"

Seeing her face darkened, Duan Zhen'er quickly shook her hand to deny it, "Where can it be? There is nothing to do," she looked at the pile of fine powder in her palm, hesitated for a moment, and finally said with a smile, "Then...that girl let me try it."

The footsteps outside the door were getting farther away, and the surroundings fell into silence again. There were only two girls of similar age looking at each other. One had a clean and ignorant face, while the other had a mixed face of greed and ferocity. However, Duan Zhen'er was still young and had never seen the dangers of the world, so even though she found out that there was something wrong, she still did not realize that she was in danger.

Her arms slowly stretched forward and leaned towards Duan Zhener's flawless face. One more thing could touch her skin...

"Pu"

The dressing box on the table popped open at this moment, and the red light inside moved slightly, making the mirror red.

The two arms suddenly shrank back as if they were burned. The little girl looked at the exquisite dressing box with full vigilance. It contained a collar made of red thread, and the collar was hung with a golden kirin.

Duan Zhen'er didn't notice her suddenly discolored face, so she walked to the table and picked up the box. "Strange, why did you open it yourself," she said, holding the collar in her hand and smiled at the little girl, "This is my little nephew's thing. He forgot to bring it after taking a shower, so I'll help him keep it first."

"Girl, let's take a rest first. I suddenly feel a little tired. I will try fans for the girl tomorrow." The little girl saluted, and did not look at Duan Zhen'er again, and hurried out of the house.

Duan Zhen'er looked at her back and shook her head and smiled, "What an impatient person, everything is so exciting." After saying that, she took a deep breath, "It's good, I'm really worried about the fragrant powder in her wine gourd. If it really applies to her face, it will not be cured if it hurts her skin."

***

As soon as Cheng Muyou walked into the front hall of Cheng Mansion, he saw his elder brother Cheng Qiuchi sitting at the table, with a bowl of steaming soup next to him.

"Brother is waiting for me?" He smiled and sat down at the table, picked up the bowl of soup and smelled it. "Sleeping and nourishing soup, black chicken duck meat chicken blood vine, is the best supplement for me, who has been sleeping for several nights. Thank you, brother."

Cheng Qiuchi ignored his compliment, "This is specially made by my father for you. I'm afraid that he can't stand it in order to wait for your body to bear it."

Cheng Muyou knew that he was still angry about Wang Jixun's incident, so he smiled and said, "Fortunately, that incident was in danger, and the emperor did not blame his father for it. Let it go over what was gone."

Cheng Qiuchi snorted in his nose, "It doesn't mean it's okay now, and it doesn't mean it's okay for the sake of face. You know who Wang Jixun is, how can you dare to do this..."

Cheng Muyou knew that he would not know how long he would be taught a lesson. He quickly showed weakness, "It's my fault. I first entered the officialdom and acted recklessly without knowing any rules. He implicated his father and elder brother. Now he regretted it." Seeing Cheng Qiuchi's expression slowed down, he hurriedly laughed, "But brother, I am really tired today. I want to go back to my room to rest. You are a lot of sir, so let me go this time."

Cheng Qiuchi glanced at him and saw that his eyes were deep and his face was pale. He didn't want to say anything more, "Drink this bowl of soup quickly and take a break early. If you get tired and sick, you have to let your father worry about you."

Cheng Muyou obediently picked up the soup bowl, took a few sips, and then put it down, "By the way, brother, do you and your father know a man named He Xu?"

Cheng Qiuchi stared at the tip of his shoes, "He Xu?"

"He is the leader of the Imperial Army. I have met him this time because of these cases, but he seems to have prejudices against me and his words are quite provocative. I can't figure out when I have formed a grudge with him, so I want to ask my brother if our Cheng family has any holiday with him."

"I don't know." Cheng Qiuchi still stared at the tip of his shoes, motionless, and the candlelight moved slightly, reflecting his silhouette into a strange shape, like a full bow.

"That's weird. Why did this man look at me alone? It really makes me unable to understand." Cheng Muyou shook his head and smiled slightly, and drank the soup on the table. After drinking it, he stood up, "Brother, I'll go back to my room first. I'll have to go to Kaifeng Mansion tomorrow morning, so you can rest early."

Watching Cheng Muyou walk out of the front hall and his figure gradually disappear into the night, Cheng Qiuchi slowly exhaled the breath that had been in his throat, and his tense body slowly relaxed. However, his thoughts did not dissipate. After thinking hard for a while, he finally stood up from the chair and walked towards the inner courtyard. He did not return to the room he lived in, but walked all the way to Cheng Dexuan's room and gently patted the wooden door, "Father, my son has something important to tell me."

***

He Xu walked slowly along the imperial road with his sword in his hand. His boots made a "knock" sound on the road. Before he knew it, he came to the bottom of the stone mountain again. Looking at the candlelight faintly coming out of it, he stopped, leaned against a big locust tree, took out a water bag and gushes into his mouth, and a clear stream of water went straight to his throat and reached his abdomen. He wiped his mouth with a faint ivory and prepared to continue patrolling along the way.

At this moment, a melodious sound of flute floated out of Cuiwei Hall, floating melodiously, echoing continuously, lingering with infinite thoughts and thoughts, slowly flying into He Xu's ears.

He stopped and looked at the lonely palace again, his mood was filled with memories little by little, and he was lost in this lingering night.
Chapter completed!