Chapter 28 Escape intact
In the carriage, Fangzhou, Wang's mother, and even Qingluo all had a lot to say, but when they faced Qiu Heng, they couldn't speak.
Why wasn't the girl at Lengxiangju last night? Why appear on the outskirts of the city? How did you leave the uncle's house?
Until now, Mama Wang and Qing Luo still feel like they are in a dream.
Qiu Heng took off his curtain hat and looked calm: "Qing Luo, help me comb my hair."
As she spoke, the frozen atmosphere in the carriage came to life.
Qingluo responded hurriedly, took out the wooden comb from the cage placed on the wall of the car, and combed Qiu Heng's hair.
The girl's hair was thick and shiny, reaching her waist. As she combed it smoothly, Qingluo's anxious heart calmed down.
She was just a little maid who was randomly arranged by the eldest lady to enter Lengxiang Residence. At that time, in the eyes of the servants of the uncle's house, it was no different than being assigned. It was also a normal place for a little maid like her with no backing.
Unexpectedly, the short period of time in Lengxiangju became her happiest day. Now, more and more people are envious of her for being able to eat Fangzhou's snacks every day.
She didn't know what the girl had done, but she knew that her good and bad qualities were inseparable from the girl.
Qingluo was skillful and quickly tied Qiu Heng's hair into a bun and put on a hairpin.
Mother Wang wiped Qiu Heng's face and hands with a wet handkerchief. When she caught a glimpse of the thin scars on her arms after her sleeves had fallen off, her hands couldn't help but pause and her movements became lighter.
"We won't stay at Daifukuji Temple for a long time today. We will go back after offering incense."
Qiu Heng's chatty tone made Wang's mother and Qing Luo have the illusion that they set off from the uncle's house together.
Mother Wang raised her hand, slapped herself, and smiled awkwardly at the three people who looked at her: "There is a mosquito."
Pain, not hysteria.
Fangzhou took out the chestnut cake and said, "Girl, have some snacks to cushion your stomach."
Qiu Heng took the chestnut cake and ate it slowly.
Mother Wang and Qing Luo tasted the sweetness of the chestnut cake, and their tense hearts gradually relaxed.
Daifukuji Temple arrived.
Qiu Heng put on his curtain hat and got out of the carriage, and Zhike Monk came to greet him.
After visiting Dafu Temple several times, Zhike Monk was very impressed by this Qiuliu girl and advised: "Officials and soldiers came to the temple early this morning to look for someone. It is better for the female donor to come back another day to avoid being disturbed."
"Is this so?" The girl who lifted up the veil looked embarrassed, "But it's already here... Then I'll put on the incense and leave."
As the monk Zhike came to the treasure hall, Qiu Heng took three sticks of incense and silently recited in his heart: Lord Buddha is merciful and helps me to realize my wishes.
She doesn't believe in Buddhism.
She thanked Daifuku Temple, which was in a perfect location, for helping her get what she wanted and escape unscathed.
On the way back to the city, one could see groups of officers and soldiers passing by on horseback, with a roaring sound.
As we approached the city gate, it became difficult for the carriage to move forward. A long queue formed in front of them to receive inspection when entering the city.
People were speculating about what had happened and were tense for no reason in such an atmosphere.
Suddenly shouts came from behind: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, Mr. Han is going to enter the city!"
Qiu Heng heard the sound, lifted the green curtain and looked outside, and saw a group of forbidden soldiers guarding one person heading towards the city gate.
The man was described as embarrassed and looked like he had not recovered yet. It was Han Ziheng.
The city gatekeepers hurriedly let him go, and the passers-by who witnessed what happened started talking about it.
"Who is Mr. Han? Why did he go in directly?"
"It's so strict when entering the city today, does it have something to do with him?"
……
Qiu Heng had heard enough. He gently loosened his jade-white fingers holding the green curtain, and the light in the carriage dimmed instantly.
Mr. Han is the only son of Han Wu, the commander of the palace. Han Ziheng and Han Yanei - the girl sitting in the car gave the answer in her heart.
The team slowly moved forward, and the city gate was like the mouth of an unsatisfied beast, swallowing everyone inside.
Finally it was the turn of the carriage from Yongqing Bofu. The driver revealed his identity: "We girls are going to Dafu Temple to offer incense and return to the city."
"Everyone in the car, get out."
Since the city gate opened early in the morning, entry and exit were wide and entry was strict. The city gatekeepers encountered countless carriages and horses from wealthy families, and they had no intention of being accommodating. The commander of Han Du was assassinated, but no one is afraid of what I am personally watching today. If you really find the murderer, it will be a great achievement.
"Master, our girl is still young——"
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Following the scolding of the city gatekeeper, Su Qing's car door curtain opened, and the round-faced maid said crisply: "We're coming down now."
After she finished speaking, she got off the carriage first, and then a little girl dressed as a maid came down. The two of them reached out to help the girl wearing a curtain hat get out of the carriage, and finally Mrs. Wang came out.
"Hey, there are quite a few people sitting there." The city gate official looked into the carriage.
There was no one in the carriage. The tables, boxes, cages, etc. were all small and exquisite, and there was no place to hide anyone.
The city gatekeeper never thought that he would find a villain in a noble lady's carriage. After looking at it, his eyes turned to the Qiu family and finally fell on the girl wearing a curtain hat.
The girl is wearing a cyan skirt. The pure and deep color makes people feel calm and steady for no reason.
She is considered tall among women, but can be compared with shorter men.
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The city gatekeeper raised his hand and said, "Girl, please take off the curtain hat."
He was so strict that he was almost proud of his responsibility.
"Lord, isn't this a little too much?"
It was a soft and pleasant female voice.
"It's your duty, please cooperate with me, girl, so as not to delay those who are coming into the city later." The city gate official looked solemn.
As for our noble daughter, she usually goes out in a secretive manner, but today she just happened to have a good time watching her openly and openly.
The girl expressed her slight dissatisfaction with silence, and finally raised her hand to lift up the hanging gauze, revealing a plain and beautiful face.
A fifteen-year-old girl is beautiful even without makeup.
The city gatekeeper's eyes straightened.
Suddenly there were footsteps, accompanied by greetings: "Master Xue."
A young man in scarlet clothes walked towards this side with a knife on his waist, followed by several subordinates.
The city gatekeeper also hurriedly greeted him: "Master Xue."
"How's the inspection going?" Xue Han asked.
Originally, when an important minister was assassinated, the Imperial City Division was the main force in the investigation. However, Xue Quan and Han Wu had been at odds with each other for many years, and the Imperial City Department was a little subtle on this matter, so it became a matter of concerted efforts by many parties.
"No abnormalities found yet."
The young man's tone turned cold and stern: "Then don't continue."
"Yes, yes." The city gate official waved his hand to let him go.
Qiu Heng pretended not to know, so he walked over and said hello: "Master Xue."
"Miss Qiuliu left the city today?"
"Well, let's go to Dafu Temple to offer incense." Qiu Heng walked through the city gate and was greeted by lively fireworks.
Although Han Wu, the powerful commander in front of the palace who had been favored by the emperor for more than twenty years, was dead, and although there were constant traffic of officers and soldiers on the streets, the people still had to do whatever they wanted to make a living.
Xue Han walked beside the girl and accompanied her into the city, and suddenly asked: "Is Miss Qiuliu injured?"
No matter how faint the smell of blood was, he could still smell it.
Qiu Heng looked at the young man who asked the question quietly.
Yes, Xue Quan had arranged for Xue Han to go to the battlefield for two years to practice. With this level of qualifications, he was firmly able to sit on the position of the Imperial City Envoy.
He must be familiar with the smell of blood.
But could he smell such a faint smell of blood?
The girl wrinkled her nose unconsciously and secretly cursed: Dog noses are really annoying.
(End of chapter)