But the girl was not scolded, but Miss Jun's laughter was heard.

He could actually still laugh. The doorman shook his head and listened to the footsteps. Silence returned to the front of the door. He breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a bit sad.

No one wants this to happen. We can only blame the Jinyiwei for being too vicious.

You can't risk your life for medical treatment.

"Are they stupid?"

Walking on the street, Liu'er said again.

Miss Jun took a string of candied haws from a street vendor and handed it to Liu'er.

"Not really. There's nothing I can do about it." She said with a smile.

Liu'er was about to take it happily, but someone walked by hurriedly and bumped into her, almost causing her to drop the candied haws.

"Hey." She called out to the person walking by.

This was a girl wearing a flowery shirt and carrying a basket. She was walking with her head down. When she heard the sound, she turned around, but she seemed not to notice that she had bumped into someone.

"You bumped into me." Liu'er glared and shouted.

The girl looked at her, said "oh", turned around and walked quickly forward.

I didn't expect that there wasn't even an apology. People in Beijing are so rude.

"Is it Miss?" Liu'er looked at Miss Jun.

Miss Jun didn't say anything, but looked at the girl's back with a somewhat absent-minded expression.

"It seems so." she said.

Seems like? Like what? Puzzled, Liu Er looked over again, but the girl had disappeared into the crowd.

Miss Jun was still staring at the street in a daze, her brows furrowed and a hint of sadness in her eyes.

What's wrong?

Liu'er was a little uneasy.

"Miss." She shook Miss Jun's arm, "Is it someone you know?"

Miss Jun shook her head.

It’s not the person I know, it’s the look of recognition.

The girl's eyes showed her determination to die, just like when she entered the palace to assassinate the emperor.

She looked to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, a few years younger than I was at that time.

Although she was dressed simply, her face was delicate and pretty, and she must have been raised in a wealthy family.

Could a girl of this age and family also encounter difficulties that she cannot overcome and can only die?

"Let's go and take a look," she said.

"Is there something wrong?" Liu'er asked nervously while holding the candied haws.

"Let's go and have a look. We don't know yet. I hope everything is ok." Miss Jun said, stroking Liu'er's head. "Eat."

…

People on the street were running around because a procession of guards came over, dispersing the crowd and heading towards an alley.

This is where officials gather. There are three houses in this alley, but now only one official lives here.

That is Huang Cheng, the Grand Secretary of the Cabinet. Ever since Mr. Huang suffered from a leg disease two years ago, the Emperor moved out the other two families living here so that he could recuperate, and the three houses all belonged to the Huang family.

Mr. Huang naturally would not let down the emperor's grace. He occupied a house of his own, which was filled with beauties and was said to be decorated extremely luxuriously.

But compared with Lu Qianhu who also kept a beauty, Mr. Huang was more generous. He believed that happiness alone is worse than happiness with others, so he would invite his friends to his house.

Everyone who has had the good fortune to enjoy this place has spoken highly of it.

Mr. Huang is also going to prepare a banquet today, because he is very happy today. The emperor has accepted his opinion, and the impeachment memorial from the Censorate can be presented tomorrow. And not only the Censorate, he has also prepared several people from the north who have come to file complaints.

It is conceivable that there will be a feast in the court tomorrow.

So after leaving the palace, Mr. Huang invited many people to play, including Lu Yunqi.

"Is it convenient to let Lord Lu come?" the attendant asked in a low voice, "I have already informed him. When Lord He and his people refute tomorrow, let him list the crimes of those people. Lord Lu has already agreed. If we let him come now, will he be accused of collusion?"

Mr. Huang smiled.

"How could it be possible? How could someone like Lord Lu be colluded with others?" He said, "We invited him this time, so he can watch us and see if we have colluded with others to frame loyal officials, so that we can report back to the emperor."

The follower suddenly responded with "yes".

"No wonder Lord Lu agreed." He said, "He seldom attends banquets."

Mr. Huang smiled and nodded.

"Lord Lu is not stupid either," he said.

While they were chatting and laughing, their home was already in sight, and there were shouts coming from behind.

"Mr. Huang."

Mr. Huang reined in his horse, stopped and looked over.

The person he met was Lord Tang from the Censorate, whom he had met before.

"You're here fast enough." Little Master Huang got off his horse and smiled at him softly, "It seems like you're also very impatient for my beauty."

Lord Tang’s face turned red.

"No, no." He waved his hand and said, "I just came to tell Master Huang that I will not be coming tonight."

"What are you afraid of? Even if you don't come, we will still say what we are colluding with each other." Little Master Huang said with a smile, and then looked at the people around him, "Who can live in this world without being talked about? If someone talks about you, you will not be able to live? You will not be able to do things?"

Everyone around him smiled and said yes.

"Master Huang is right."

“Only mediocre people are not envied.”

"We should not refrain from doing what we should do just because someone tells us to. If we do not do our job while in office, we are nothing but idlers."

Everyone talked about it.

Lord Tang stopped.

"There are other things," he said. "Thank you for your hospitality, sir. But we can meet again tomorrow when we are done."

Mr. Huang smiled and nodded.

"Lord Tang is diligent and conscientious, so get back to work," he said.

They walked and talked, and people on the street moved away from them. By now they had reached the entrance of the alley.

Perhaps the crowd was trying to avoid the chaos and someone rushed over in a panic.

A guard immediately shouted and hit him with a killing stick in his hand.

The woman screamed in pain and fell to the ground. At the same time, a basket fell and the rolls inside scattered.

It's a woman, everyone looked away.

It turned out to be a girl of about sixteen or seventeen, wearing coarse cloth clothes, who was trembling all over and kowtowing on the ground.

"My lord, please spare my life, my lord, please spare my life," she said in a trembling voice.

Everyone could tell from her attire that she was a commoner girl carrying a basket and hawking goods.

It was not worth bothering with such a person, so he waved his hand to signal him to leave, but Mr. Huang suddenly raised his hand to stop him.

Perhaps it was the girl's trembling voice like a yellow warbler that made Mr. Huang look over. When he saw the girl lying on the ground, whose exquisite figure could not be hidden by her simple clothes, he narrowed his eyes.