Chapter 1290

With the help of Li Muzi, an Qiong quickly went back to the front of the courtyard and inadvertently recalled the route just now, but she found a strange thing: the route this time seems to be different from the previous one.

Ann didn't have much time to think about the things inside, because the action of pushing the door of Hailan garden didn't have any reaction, that is to say, the door was locked from inside.

Now it's midnight. In modern time, it's 11:00 p.m. and it's time to go to bed. It's normal to lock the door.

Security is there, but now she is also facing a problem, how to go back to the courtyard, and what excuse should she find if she wakes people up?

Ankang thought hard, but she didn't succeed. When she wanted to ask Li Muzi, she found that there was no one behind her. She was shocked.

be gone?

And just leave?

I left without a word of greeting!

A few seconds later, an Qiong finally confirmed that Li Muzi had left quietly. With a puff in the corner of his mouth, he didn't continue to think about it and knocked on the door.

Knock knock——

The orderly knock on the door is particularly obvious in the silent night. Fortunately, this situation did not last long, and soon someone came, "who?"

The door was opened from the inside, and a face with hazy sleepiness appeared in front of me. The next second, the person who opened the door woke up and muttered, "who are you? You are disturbing me in the middle of the night."

An Qiong recognized the woman in front of him. She was Li Xiang's servant girl. She didn't know how she came to open the door. She also asked the question.

Ann doesn't think that everyone should know her, but when she just came back to the courtyard, the maid also met her. If she can't remember her, it's a bit far fetched.

After all, her skin color among many young ladies is not unique.

Ankang didn't care, so he said directly, "I'm Nangong Yu. I live here. I've been out for a while and I'm sorry to be late. "

She one breath says a thing, also blocked servant girl's suspicion to inquire.

Just as an Qiong thought, Yucui, the servant girl, is not that she doesn't know her, but that she is deeply impressed by her.

If you want to say that the servant girls have their own circle, usually when the masters don't need it, they also have to chat and fight with each other when they have nothing to do. This means that even if they are a servant girl, they are of three or six grades.

What the maids talk about most is not how good their young ladies are to themselves, but Nangong Yu, who has the name of a young lady, but does what the lowest servants will do.

That's the salvation in the eyes of most servant girls. It makes them understand that even if they come from different backgrounds, it doesn't mean they are superior.

Although Li Xiang was a daughter of the Ministry of officials, she was also a commoner girl who was not in favor. She was treated unfairly.

Yucui, who is Li Xiang's servant girl, is also teased and despised by the Gongzi elder brother of Shangshu mansion and the maidens' servant girls. She has a big shadow in her heart.

Now seeing Nangong Yu, she has a lot of balance in her heart. At least she lives much better than Nangong Yu, the third lady.

With this in mind, Yucui felt better. She glanced at Ankang, made way of her body, walked two steps in, and then stood in the same place.

Can not wake up the other people back to the courtyard, Ankang did not think much, after entering the door, conveniently closed the door, turned to see standing in front of Yucui.

She didn't care, but Yucui's eyes fell on her, mixed with disdain and ridicule. Even when she passed by, she said, "you'll be watching the door of the courtyard in the future."

what?

Watching?

The words that sound uncomfortable, coupled with the look of the speaker, make an Qiong clearly realize that what Yucui says is just what she thinks. She regards her as a watchdog.

Ankang was amused. Was it a sudden decision or a long-term plan?

No matter which one, it can't make people happy.

At the corner of his mouth, he looked at Yucui, his dark eyes shining with a faint light.

"Sorry, I refuse." As soon as the words fell, Yucui's face was hard to see to a certain extent, but she didn't seem to know, "of course, if you are willing to watch, I don't think anyone will object."

Yucui had never thought that Anjiao would retort.

She had seen Nangong Yu before, doing the most inferior work. She didn't dare to say a word, but now she refused to refute?

Is it because she is also a servant girl and doesn't pay attention to her?

Thinking of this, Yucui's face was even more ugly. She didn't know where she had the courage to push Ankang. "It's too much for you to refuse. You can pour night incense in Nangong's house. Now I want you to guard the door, and I've wronged you?"

Ankang can't say he was ready, but the reason why he came here was that Nangong jade was pushed and completely disappeared in this world.

In addition, she was hurt by other people's pushing and shoving again during the day. At that time, she had an instinct and quickly dodged to the side.

Yucui didn't expect that she would dodge. She rushed to the front, almost unsteadily, and wanted to fall to the ground. Her face was hard to see.

Ankang put the picture of Yucui's staggering forward into his eyes, and the color of his eyes became deeper. From the appearance of Yucui's staggering and almost unable to stop, it seems that it took a lot of real strength to push her.

She does not understand, even before Nangong jade has not provoked Yucui, why Yucui aimed at her so obviously.

However, even if she didn't understand, she didn't get to the top of her head. In this case alone, Yucui was obviously the one who did the wrong thing.

Ankang pursed her lips and looked up to see Yucui, who was just standing on the opposite side. Her eyes glared at her angrily, full of discontent, as if accusing her that it was a crime to avoid.

She thought it was funny. She didn't want to hide. Did she have to stand up and let herself get hurt again, even to the end, it became her fault?

What Yucui has just said suddenly rings in her ears. Ankang thinks that she finally understands Yucui's idea. She probably wants to suppress her and get a sense of superiority from her.

Funny.

Pulled to pull a lip Cape, an Qiong also didn't open mouth to say what, step forward the pace to own room but go.

"Nangong jade!"

Yucui's voice came from behind, repressed but angry, "don't you worry, I'll tell you about your coming back late!"

Ankang stopped, looked back at Yucui's fearless eyes and said, "it's up to you."

Jade jade a Leng, reaction come over, an long but already entered the room, and shut the door.

How can you be so natural and fearless?!

This is not the same as what Yucui expected. After a short period of fear, Yucui soon found a reason for Ankang not to be afraid: because she was thick skinned and had no face to lose, she was not afraid at all!

If an Qiong knew that Yucui had made such an excuse for her, she would either ignore it or give it to Yucui directly. No matter how thick her face is, it can't be thicker than Yucui.

Ankang went back to the room and looked around, but he couldn't find a trace of himself before he fainted. At last, he had to close the door and window and lay on the bed again.

Because there are still a lot of questions to ask Fengpo. According to what Fengpo said before, she contacted Fengpo with her consciousness, but found that she could not.

An Qiong was dumb, and a somewhat impractical thought came out of his mind: as a bracelet, the soul, just like people, needs rest?

Later, an Qiong feels funny for her own idea. She can't get in touch with Feng Po, and she has no way or spare time to think about it. She soon goes to sleep.

The next morning, before dawn, Ankang woke up from sleep. When she opened her eyes and saw the strange environment, she was stunned for two seconds. Finally, she reflected that she had passed through. She sat up on the bed and lost herself for a long time before she gradually recovered.

Although she didn't get in touch with Feng Po last night, all kinds of knowledge about medicine was circulating in her mind. An Jia still slept well.

Even when she could clearly feel the mastery of medicine, when she thought of the scar on her forehead, the plan of thorough diagnosis and treatment quickly appeared.

This operation is also smooth enough.

Ankang stood silently in front of the mirror, thought about it, and took out the bottle Murong Lanfeng gave him. When the bottle cap was opened, the fresh fragrance of the medicine lingered in the nose, making people relaxed and happy.

This medicine

Ankang stares round eyes in amazement, and the fundus of his eyes is uncertain.

Almost at the moment when the bottle cap was opened, she had already smelled the drug ingredients in it. It was indeed a good medicine for removing scars, and there were almost no side effects after use.

It's said that it's a good medicine with three parts of harm and few side effects, which is also worth flocking to. What's more, all the herbs in the scar removing medicine are so precious that people smack their tongue.

The simplest one is the dew of the morning.

Although it's simple, it's self-evident that it takes a lot of time to collect. Moreover, the taste of dew is not ordinary dew

This bottle of scar removing medicine is precious. Before, Ankang didn't know it, but now he knows it clearly, and his heart is also infected with some doubts.

What does Murong Lanfeng mean?

She doesn't think there are so many precious medicines.

By the way

An Qiong suddenly remembers that before Murong Lanfeng gives her medicine, she has a very obscure look at Murong Hanting sitting in the wheelchair

Can't you say that Murong Lanfeng didn't plan to give her scar removing medicine before, and the reason why she changed in the end was Murong Hanting?

Thinking of this possibility, an Zhen once again searched her mind for the intersection of Nangong Yu and Murong Hanting, but as she thought, she didn't.

From the memory, nangongyu's memory is in nangongfu. To be exact, it's in the servants' room of the side yard. Every day is all kinds of dirty work. Let alone going out to play, there is no chance to step out of nangongfu.

Murong Hanting, on the other hand, was weak when he was a child. He was raised in the palace when he was a child. He had no chance to collide at all because of the same situation.

So, if things are really like what she thought, why does Murong Hanting help her?