Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 118 - Young Master, You Haven't Wearing Shoes
On the night of the 22nd day of the first lunar month, Gong Manman was taught court etiquette for half a day by her mother.

He was holding a cup of steaming Antai ginseng tea, leaning on the corridor with a lot of thoughts.

Three days later, it will be the concubine ceremony where she canonize the imperial concubine. Yesterday, she was taken into the palace by a soft sedan chair.

Because she is not qualified to sit on the sixteenth and carry the phoenix, from her mother's house ten miles away with red makeup, blowing and beating all the way, through the Zhengyang Gate, and carried into the palace.

Imperial concubine, replaced by the title of ordinary people's family, called concubine room.

"Cuckoo..."

Perhaps a carrier pigeon was tired from the long journey, so it landed on the glazed tiles of Guanju Palace to rest.

She is very familiar with the sound of this pigeon, it is the red blood blue from Xuanji Pavilion.

There was an inexplicable palpitation in her heart for no reason, and the hot ginseng tea spilled all over her hand.

"Bah..."

She came back to her senses and hurriedly threw the teacup to the ground.

There was a sudden sound of porcelain breaking, and the pigeons not far away fluttered their wings vigilantly, trying to escape from the place of right and wrong.

"Gong Er! Grab that carrier pigeon! You must live!"

"As ordered!"

A black shadow flew by, chasing after the pigeon flying away.

She picked up the re-brewed ginseng tea, breathed out the hot air gently, and slowly pecked.

When she put down the teacup again, there was an extra letter encrypted with wax in her hand.

red?I still remember that the last time red letterhead was used was during the civil strife in Chenliu.

She suppressed the fear in her heart and opened the secret letter to read.

The content of the letter seemed to be concise and to the point, but she finished reading it in an instant, her fingertips flicking the thin letter paper back and forth, with a complex expression on her face.

"Gong Er, restore the sealant on this secret letter. Take this carrier pigeon and raise it for three days, and then release it early in the morning on the fourth day! Remember! No third person can know what happened today!"

Gong Er drooped his waist and silently accepted the opened secret letter, and disappeared into the night again.

When the corridor returned to silence again, a smile could not be restrained from the corner of her lips.

"I just want to put on my wedding dress properly. Being a newlywed is not too much, right?"

In Wutuozhuang, Qin Yin would soak his feet with medicine soup before going to sleep in winter night.

Bursts of faint green plum fragrance penetrated into the room along the half-opened window lattice.

Suddenly, a burst of white light whizzed over, with the sound of hawks.

He carefully put the white sachet in his hand into his bosom, and snapped his fingers lightly.

The ferocious white falcon immediately ran to Qin Yin's side like a docile sheep with its wings between its wings...

"Yingli! I want to go down the mountain and return to Tianzhao! Now! Immediately!"

"Ah?! Young Master, what are you talking about!!"

Ying Li, who was waiting in the side room, thought he was hallucinating, and rushed into the room with an unbelievable expression on his face.

"En! Get ready to pack quickly! I'm going to say goodbye to Mr. Nanshan now! I'm leaving tonight!"

After Qin Yin finished speaking, he hurriedly went to ask Jutang.

"My lord...you haven't put on your shoes yet...!"

He looked down, and there was still dripping medicinal soup on his wet feet.

Turning around in embarrassment, he put the shoes on his feet indiscriminately.

"My lord... your shoes are on the wrong side!"

Ying Li couldn't bear to look straight at him and covered his eyes, what's wrong, young master?It turned out to be like a frizzy kid.

"Ahem, I know!"

Qin Yin put on his shoes, directly lifted up his Qinggong and flew out of the room, leaving Yingli with a dazed expression on his face.

"Xiaobai! Why are you back!"

"Choo Choo Choo!"

This bald eagle is the messenger who communicated with the young master and Jiang Jiongyu, and he suddenly came to his senses.

"I knew it! In the whole world, it is only related to that woman who doesn't know what is good or bad! The young master will lose his composure like this!"

(End of this chapter)