Becoming the Empress: Golden Finger Set Under My Bed

Tossing for a long time today, there are many miscellaneous things, lying in the tent, An Rushuang rested.

The familiar chill did not strike.

She frowned and looked around, only to find that this place was actually in the general's tent, and under her was a mink velvet blanket, extremely smooth and warm, and the warm body on the side was the war horse.

Bai Shuang, who was sleeping peacefully, was next to Bai Shuang, a pair of black clothes and a thick fur were very regular.

Seeing the clothes, she suddenly remembered something she had heard while taking a nap in the carriage, and subconsciously, her lips angled slightly.

Seeing that there was no one beside him, An Rushuang quickly put on his clothes. Then he walked slowly to the inner tent with his bare feet, thinking about talking to him and putting the wine aside, until he was injured again. Drink

Then ... thank you again by the way.

Thinking so, she opened the curtain lightly, adapted to the dark eyes and looked at the empty inner account, and frowned.

Where did he go late at night?

Even if she was in doubt, she did not dare to walk freely where the desert officers and men were stationed.

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Chengzhi had to mention something to him today. He sat in front of the general case and didn't dare to light a candle.

Today I returned to the general's account. I heard that drinking alcohol is not good for the wound ...

Does this seem too caring?

An Rushuang frowned, and with his fingertips, the ink fell on the paper, smearing a thick ink landscape.

She sighed, stretched out her hand and put the rice paper in her hand, and threw it in the wastepaper basket aside, but when she saw two or three pairs of rice paper inside, a little handwriting was exposed in the unfolded place.

Because of something at home, leave the account temporarily, ten days later ...

The back was not very clear. She was full of doubts, and took out the rice paper, but she saw that it was full of writing.

Because of something at home, leave the account for the time being, and will return after ten days. If the girl visits here, although the account cannot be paid, the rest is taken from the account.

I have told everyone in the army that the general's account should not be approached at night, and the girl can rest assured.

Although the mysterious technique is strange, I hope the girl can ...

At this point, there is a drop of heavy ink, and the handwriting is abruptly stopped.

She was puzzled and fished out the rest of the paper, which was still written to her.

It's just simple and clear, but a few words.

If the girl arrives, you can be assured without a big account, and I will return in ten days.

Yunran is written below.

With an expression of helplessness on his face, An Rushuang unrolled another group of rice paper, which had been reduced to a few words when he saw it-returning in ten days.

The moonlight came in slightly through the window, and a young girl leaned on the chair in a large black dress, and her skin was more chilly. She looked at the wrinkled rice paper in her hands,

The lips are slightly raised.

This Yun Ran is really a misaligned person.

In the end, An Rushuang wrote: Wine is a substance that promotes blood circulation and blood stasis. The general was seriously injured.

After receiving the pen, I thought that he would only return after ten days. Now he has left a word, and he is invisible. He can't help laughing at himself.

After thinking about it carefully, he folded and folded the pair of papers and stuffed them under the heavy platform, and then turned to sleep in the inner account.

*

On the second day, Chao Fan will be used, and An Rushuang received a second post from Princess Mingxi.

When she decided to go to the palace a few days ago, she was ready, but the princess Mingxi was really anxious.

There is a saying in the world called the old account, but at this time it is a bit new.

The girl who sent the post was very polite, but it was more powerful than a sentence.

"The princess repeatedly told her slaves that she must hand this post to Miss An in person. The last thing happened was the slave's loss. She never sent the post without seeing Miss An.

I hope Miss An can arrive in the palace on time this time, but the princess specially prepared good wine for Miss An. "

Good wine?

I'm afraid it's a penalty bar.

An Rushuang thought, but still smiled slightly on his face: "How can I miss the princess appointment."

When she left, An Rushuang took a look at the invitation, and her face was cold for a while, but the maid did not mention it. The two ladies in the invitation asked for it.

What does Princess Mingxi mean? How did she know about An Lingshan?

But seeing the little feast half a month later, she just left the invitation aside and asked Hongyu to say, "Keep it for me."

Ruby rubbed two steps towards An Rushuang, and lowered her voice and asked, "But the girl just rejected the princess's banquet yesterday. She asked the girl tightly, this is not Huang

The weasel gave the chicken a New Year ... I'm not talking about girls, it's just, but this princess must be bad intentions! "

An Rushuang chuckled: "In this world, there are several people who can truly oppose each other and all are well-intentioned, so you don't have to worry about this."

Ruby wrinkled her face tightly, and when she felt dull, she saw the silver rush outside, and before she entered the door, she heard her voice.

"Girl, Doctor Fang is here!"

It's early today.

Thinking about it like this, An Rushuang responded, "Whatever I say, you can do it without panic."

The two responded quickly.

"Hongyu, go to the West Chamber and tell Liu Yan that I'm sick. If she asks you anything else, you won't know what it is. The silver will stay here and act on it."