After the death of the previous emperor, the Empress Dowager became arrogant

At four o'clock in the morning, it started to drizzle outside.

Yuan Qing slept in the side room next to his mother.

The mother and daughter had a lot to say, but they were afraid of disturbing this rare peace, so they fell asleep in each other's arms.

She rested for a while, quietly got up, covered her mother with the quilt, and opened the door amid the sudden thunder.

Outside the yard, Yuan Bo was standing under the corridor with an umbrella.

Seeing her come out, he handed her another umbrella and asked, "Are you leaving?"

Yuan Qing took the umbrella, opened it and held it above his head, looked at the dark night and said "hmm".

She walked into the rain, and saw Yuan Bo following her.

"Dad, what are you doing?

The road is slippery and hard to walk on when it rains, so you can just stand in the corridor." Yuan Qing turned around and pushed him back.

"I'll see you off," Yuan Bo walked down the stairs stubbornly, "It's late at night, and I'm worried about you as a girl."

Yuan Qing held the umbrella handle and acquiesced with a smile.

Halfway through the journey, she suddenly heard Yuan Bo ask her, "Do you have enough manpower?

If you encounter any difficulties outside, feel free to write back.

If you can't do it, let Dad do it. Don't just do it by yourself."

"Everything is fine." Yuan Qing carefully held the lantern to light the way, "It's just that I'm too busy, traveling all over the world.

After I return to Beijing, I will come to visit you every day. Don’t find me annoying when the time comes.”

Yuan Bo took the lamp, watched her open the door, and couldn't help but relax and said, "How can that be? I just think you're noisy."

The father and daughter looked at each other and laughed quietly.

There were secret guards patrolling outside the prime minister's residence. Yuan Bo sent his daughter out, and the rest were escorted by the secret guards all the way.

Yuan Qing didn't stop and returned to the inn. Mu Xiaoxiao and Gong Chan had been waiting for her in the guest room for a long time.

"What's the result?" Yuan Qing quickly calmed down and got down to business.

Mu Xiaoxiao took out a paper bag and placed it in front of everyone, "There is indeed poison, one bag is powder, and the other is dissolved in water, both are the same.

But the bottle was all used up, so I just took the poison powder."

The paper package was carefully wrapped with a handkerchief, so nothing could be seen from the outside.

Since she still didn't know the origin of this poisonous powder, she didn't dare to open it rashly.

Yuan Qing nodded, then looked them up and down, "Nothing happened, did you?"

"Nothing happened!" Mu Xiaoxiao straightened her back and subconsciously pulled the people around her. "Sister Gong is amazing. She whizzed through the courtyard holding her subordinates, and no one in the courtyard noticed!"

Gong Chan dodged quickly and was not caught by her. Mu Xiaoxiao only slightly touched her sleeve.

"I heard from the third brother that there is a master in Shang Rou's courtyard." Yuan Qing turned his gaze to Gong Chan, "But I think, based on the second sister's martial arts, that person should not be a threat."

Gong Chan changed her hand to hold the sword and poured herself a glass of water. "For him, he is naturally considered a master."

This is a subtle way of saying that An San's martial arts skills are poor.

Mu Xiaoxiao understood what she meant and lay on the table, laughing until she was out of breath.

Fortunately, the third brother is not here, otherwise the two would have fought again.

Yuan Qing changed back into his original attire at night.

The three of them started on their separate journeys from the inn. She and Gong Chan went back to Pingjin Mansion first, and Mu Xiaoxiao followed them into the city.

As soon as she settled down in the inn, Gong Chan used the Gong family's unique contact method to send a letter to her eldest brother.

When the carrier pigeon flew to the Gong family, Gong Xuan was copying the calligraphy left by Mr. Gu in the house.

The servant boy placed the carrier pigeon in place, took out the note from the bamboo tube, and went to the main courtyard to report.

"Master, a letter from the second young lady."

Hearing the letter coming, Gong Xuan put down his pen and said loudly, "Come in."

The servant handed over the note according to the rules. Gong Xuan took it and untied the red string on it.

There is not much content, just two lines of words.

Gong Xuan frowned when he saw this, and he couldn't help but curl up his eyebrows with his long fingers on the table.

After thinking for a long time, he put the note into the wooden box and ordered, "Go prepare the carriage, tell Old Yan to pack up and follow me, and you wear women's clothes and accompany me."

Upon hearing this, the servant boy tugged at his white robe and went down with a frown.

It was no small matter for the head of the family to go out, and usually he needed disciples to escort him. But this time the head of the family only brought two people, obviously not wanting to alarm the elders, so he went down the mountain secretly.

He deliberately avoided the elders' courtyard to prevent them from noticing anything.

The carriage traveled quietly all the way to the inn.

The maid is young and her bones haven't fully grown yet, so it doesn't seem strange for her to dress up as a maid.

Looking at the little boy's pouting mouth under his veil, Gong Xuan looked at him carefully for a few times, "Are you unhappy? I'll give you a reward when I get back. What do you want?"

Hearing that there was a reward, the servant boy's awkwardness instantly disappeared, "The grilled fish made by the cook is unique in the world, you can't eat it anywhere else. Last time the master gave me... uh, I tasted a bite, and I dreamed about that fish for several days."

As expected, he is still a child. When he is given a reward, he only remembers to eat it. Gong Xuan took his hand and said, "How difficult is that? Go back and ask the kitchen to make one for you. As long as you do your task today well."

He patted the page boy's hand and said, "Go find someone."

Before they could go upstairs, Yuan Qing and Gong Chan, wearing veiled hats, had already run up to them. They looked a little disheveled, and it seemed that they had suffered a lot on the way home.

Yuan Qing lifted the black veil, revealing half of her pale face, "Brother, why did you come here in person?"

She looked very sick, and all her strength was supported by Gong Chan. There was no blood on her face, as if all the energy had been drained away from her.

Gong Xuan hurriedly asked her to get in the car, "How could I not come when I learned that my fifth brother was in trouble?"

The carriage was not small, and even two more people could sit in it without feeling crowded.

Old Yan stepped into the car carrying a medicine box and put his hand on Yuan Qing's wrist, but she held it back.

He took back the silver needle and said, "You have a disease and you don't want to treat it?"

Yuan Qing let him go, "I'm not sick, I don't need treatment."

At the moment, there were only a few of them in the carriage, so Yuan Qing didn't need to pretend anymore. He simply took off his veil and leaned on the soft pillow, breathing heavily.

Although she was wearing men's clothes, her hair was simply tied into a bun and wrapped with a cloth, dressing like a girl.

The sickness disappeared, and his eyes looked bright and energetic. Yuan Qing curved his eyebrows and said apologetically, "This is just a temporary way to escape. I'm sorry to have Patriarch Gong accompany me in the show."

Gong Xuan was stunned for a moment, his dark eyes full of helplessness, "I really thought you..."

"Poisoned?" Yuan Qing looked at him, "Sorry, sorry, I really didn't expect you to come in person."

Gong Xuan didn't care about these things. As long as she was safe, this trip was nothing.

On the way, Yuan Qing and the servant boy changed clothes and their identities were exchanged.

The servant boy disguised as the "poisoned fifth young master" was carried onto the carriage by several people, while Yuan Qing sat outside the carriage looking for an opportunity to escape.

The people behind were chasing them closely, so no one dared to relax and had to tense up and hurry on.