Discipline traitor husband

Chapter 183 Bracelet (1)
The Crown Prince Taifu raised his head and looked at Chu Jinyu, and couldn't help saying with a normal expression, "I don't understand what the Prime Minister said."

After a while, he continued, "My lord, it's getting late and the gate of the palace is about to be closed. The crown prince ordered the minister to send the candidate out of the palace gate."

Chu Jinyu's flawless handsome face smiled indifferently, glanced back at Bu Youran who was still standing there, turned and walked out.

Bu Youran's nervous heart suddenly sank, she looked at the prince and Taifu behind her, noticed that he also poured out his breath, and couldn't help thinking in her heart, so he was also so afraid of the prime minister.

The two walked towards the gate of the palace, along the way, Bu Youran didn't dare to speak, but followed him quickly, as if afraid that the prime minister would regret it and chase after him.

It wasn't until he got out of the vermilion gate, which was about two meters high, that his footsteps slowed down.

Bu Youran walked to his side and sighed, "This trip to the palace seems to be exhausted."

He walked forward, his fair face was stained with a blush against the moonlight.

Bu Youran wiped the sweat from her forehead with her cuff, and found that half of the makeup had already disappeared. No wonder the gatekeeper gave her a few more glances when she just walked through the palace gate.

She guessed in her heart that the storyteller might already know that she was pretending, so she quickened her pace and caught up with him. Before she could speak, the storyteller said, "Fushan has already entered Beijing."

Bu Youran didn't have time to be surprised, she had too many questions in her mind, "Is he in good health?"

"Yeah." He replied, expressionless.

"You sent someone to pick it up?"

He tilted his head, "You are courageous enough, if you are exposed, it is a crime of deceiving the emperor!"

Bu Youran couldn't help smiling, "Didn't you come to save me?"

The storyteller snorted coldly, and he turned his head forward, "You underestimate the prime minister too much."

Bu Youran bowed her head, she knew, of course she knew too well.

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In the era of prosperity, civil servants of the third grade or above who were officials in the court received generous treatment. In addition to their salary, they were also provided with housing, which was usually purchased at a very low price or directly given to those who had meritorious service by the court.

Generally, these houses are not far from the palace, so that they can be summoned in the palace at any time.

Bu Youran followed the storyteller to a private house, there were already two servants waiting at the door, when he saw the storyteller came back to meet him, he said in a low voice, "Master, he has arrived."

"Did anyone else see it?" he asked.

The servant replied in a low voice, "I told them to take the path to Beijing."

The storyteller nodded, then stepped into the house, followed by Bu leisurely.There is a big tree planted in the courtyard, with intertwined branches and luxuriant leaves, which makes people feel a refreshing coolness as soon as they enter. The ground is paved with gravel roads, and there are few flowers and plants.The surrounding eaves are warped and unique in shape.

The storyteller led Bu Youran into the west courtyard room, and just pushed the door open, and saw a boy with a round face and big eyes standing in the room. Bu Youran was startled, and almost didn't recognize him. The Fushan in his impression seemed to be fatter Some.

Fu Shan looked at the storyteller, bowed his hands, "Master Fu."

The storyteller nodded, and couldn't help turning his body slightly, so that Bu standing behind him could be revealed leisurely.

When Fu Shan saw Bu Youran at first glance, he was extremely surprised, stepped forward, looked around, and asked uncertainly, "Just a step?"

Bu Youran smiled, "Exactly. Congratulations to see your recovery."

Fushan was still immersed in Bu Youran's superb imitation skills, looked up and down, and couldn't help but sigh, "If you leave out this layer of makeup, the human skin mask on your face can be mistaken for real."

(End of this chapter)