Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 343

Lotus Lane.

It was almost Hai hour and the curfew had already been imposed. Several wild cats ran through the alley, meowing and meowing.

A special ram's horn lamp hung on the front end of the Marquis's carriage, indicating that it was passable under the curfew, was parked far away under a large locust tree at the entrance of the alley.

The shadows of the trees overlap, making the night darker. The wind picked up and the shadows of the trees moved slightly.

When the carriage stopped, Cen Yuan came down first and raised one arm sideways.

Shi Anxia jumped out of the carriage neatly with his arms, and saw several carriages parked side by side deep in the shadow of the trees.

The wind is very strong tonight and the formation is very strong.

Six people from the Dongyu Guards headed by Ma Chuyi came, plus Tang Xinghe and Ma Chuyang who were joining in the fun, there were eight people.

Seeing Cen Yuan, Ma Chuyi immediately stepped forward and said, "Uncle Huaiyang and his wife are in the carriage. Do you want to invite them down?"

Cen Yuan turned to look at Huo Shiwu, who was depressed and taciturn, and nodded, "Okay."

After a moment, Huo Shiming and his wife lifted the curtain and came down.

Although Ding Yongmei was repeatedly told not to make any noise, when she saw her son who was beyond recognition, she couldn't help crying and hugged her son.

Only then did she realize that her son was no longer the little boy he once was.

He has grown very tall, even taller than his father.

She stood in front of her son, looking extremely small.

Ding Yongmei grabbed her son's sleeve tightly and refused to let go. She whispered, "Son! My son! Will you forgive your mother... please?"

Huo Shiwu coldly opened her fingers one by one, then coldly pulled out his sleeves, and said in a deep voice as if to a stranger, "Let go!"

Ding Yongmei let go of her hand, covered her mouth, and kept crying.

Shi Anxia said coolly, "Mrs. Huo, don't cry in a hurry. Save it. You will cry later."

Ding Yongmei was ridiculed, but she wasn't angry at all, she just kept crying.

Ma Chuyi asked, "Uncle, did you make any noise when you came out?"

Huo Shiming shook his head, "We pretended to have a headache, turned off the lights and went to sleep. After a while, we quietly went out."

Ma Chuyi's heart trembled inexplicably when he saw Cen Yuan looking at him inquiringly, "Don't worry, I have taken care of those who are responsible for patrolling the curfew. They have also been released under proper and appropriate names."

Cen Yuan nodded slightly.

Ma Chuyi: “…” He didn’t understand why a Dongyu Guard like him should report to such an outsider.

But there was a sense of oppression on the other side that he couldn't explain, and he had the consciousness to obey orders subconsciously.

At this time, a figure rushed from a distance, walking like the wind, and knelt down in front of Cen Yuan, "Young Master, we have arrived at Fuxing Street."

Cen Yuan stood with her hands behind her hands, covering the little girl in his shadow, as if there was only one person standing there. He said calmly, "Okay, you can withdraw."

"Yes." The man quickly disappeared.

Ma Chuyi's eyes were blazing, "Young Master Cen? Your subordinates are very skilled."

"It's okay." Cen Yuan didn't want to talk more.

After a while, a sneaky figure looked left and right, came out of a narrow path, and hurriedly turned into Lotus Lane.

Huo Shiming was shocked and recognized it at a glance, "Shan'er?"

Ding Yongmei also forgot to cry and was a little stunned for a moment, "Where is he going so late?"

Cen Yuan looked at Ma Chuyi and slightly raised her lips, "It's your turn to play."

It would be better for Dongyuwei to do things like breaking into private houses. Cen Yuan could tell the difference clearly.

Ma Chuyi glanced at Cen Yuan again and led the Dongyu Guards to catch up. Who arranged this?

Forget it, it’s not important! This was originally a private job.

If you do a good job, go to the emperor to receive the reward; if you do a bad job, just cover it up, so as not to delay things.