Nanny Su also walked over and lifted up the pillow. Her dressing box was placed against the wall. It had two layers. She always put food on the upper layer and some small items on the lower layer.

Open the box and take out a piece of osmanthus cake.

"My God, it's still warm."

Nanny Su smiled so much that all the wrinkles on her face unfolded.

She was born in the countryside, and she preferred practical things to eat and use rather than the pearls and jewelry given by the old ladies, so she often put snacks on the top of her dressing box.

"Old lady, please try it. It's your favorite, soft and fluffy."

Su Ma Ma hurriedly took the cakes to Old Madam Su. Since the house was searched and imprisoned last night, she had only eaten some food at noon today. It was sent by the Song family, but at that time everyone was in a bad mood and the future was uncertain, so none of the adults could eat it.

Besides, Song Jinxian was a smart man, and the food he prepared was nothing out of the ordinary. They were all steamed buns and cooked food that could be kept for a few days on the road.

"Yeah, it's soft, you guys can eat it too."

Old Madam Su smiled, and this time it was a real smile, the first time she smiled with relief since her house was confiscated.

The heart that was hanging in the air finally settled down.

The Su family has Mi Baobao, the lucky little star, so they will not die. With Mi Baobao around, the whole family of women and children can hold on.

"Alas, I really regret that I should have put all the delicious and valuable things on the bed. It's a pity that I put all the good things that the old lady gave me in the cabinet beside the bed. I don't know which bastard got the advantage."

Su Ma was always cheerful. She laughed and said it was a pity, but she didn't take it to heart. She and her grandson Su An were able to stay with the master, even if they were exiled, they were at peace.

[The cabinet is here]

Su Mibao waved her little hand, and Nanny Su's cabinet appeared on the floor beside the bed.

"My God, young lady, you are really a living god."

Nanny Su did not go to check the cabinet first, but hurriedly ran to the door, checked the door and window again, and made sure they were closed before running back.

"Don't take these things out. Just take some bedding and clothes."

Nanny Song has always been with housekeeper Song Jinhe and is most familiar with the things in the mansion. "Young lady, take out a few sets of bedding from the male servants' rooms. Their bedding is very similar in color to the bedding in this post station. Even if outsiders are interested, they won't pay much attention to it in the dark."

Song Jinhe understood Nanny Song's worries as soon as she heard it. They were only less than a hundred miles out of the capital, and the emperor and Gu Tai had many spies. It was not ruled out that those scumbags would send someone to check on them at night.

The beddings of the women and servants in the mansion all have patterns, which always looks inappropriate when others see them.

"Young lady, please take my locker back as soon as possible. My eyelids are twitching when I see it."

Su Mibao smiled and put all the bedding in the cabinet and bed back into the space. Then she took out a few gray cotton beddings like those used by male servants.

The women quickly squeezed the six beds into three larger beds and made the bedding.

Gu Yueyan, Huashan, Song Jinhe and Nanny Song walked out and carried Su Zhenbei in from the donkey cart. The four women each lifted a corner of the cloak and carried the pretending unconscious Su Zhenbei into the room.

"Is Su Zhenbei still unconscious?"

At the window of the single room on the third floor, the official Xiao Ya Zhang was applying medicine to Chu Mingyang. Chu Mingyang looked through the window at the courtyard and happened to see four women carrying Su Zhenbei. He asked Zhou Fuan who was standing behind him without turning his head.

"Well, he has been lying unconscious in the donkey cart ever since the King of Yan sent him here."

He was really troubled. This third-generation ancestor was not escorting prisoners with him, but was simply traveling. Look at these boxes, they are all the things that this third-generation ancestor usually uses.

Xiao Ya Zhang applied the medicine and packed up the medicine box. Then he started taking out Chu Mingyang's daily necessities from the box.

Watching Xiao Ya Zhang busying himself, he took out a few pieces of Huanghuali wood from the box, assembled them into a clothes hanger, and hung the clothes on it. Scented sachets and fans... Later, Xiao Ya Zhang even took out a spittoon from an exquisite Huanghuali wood box.

Zhou Fuan's eyes widened. Yes, he was not mistaken. It was indeed a spittoon, and it was one inlaid with gold and jade.

What happened next? Then Chu Mingyang unbuttoned his pants in front of him and the three officers in the room.

Crash——

Add a splash of yellow soup—……

"I have a mysophobia and cannot sleep in an outside bed or use another spittoon."

Chu Mingyang whistled at Zhou Fuan.

Then, Zhou Fuan watched as two officers carried in a few boards, and little Zhang Ya went out with the spittoon and came back to empty it. Then, there was another busy period, and a simple Huanghuali single bed was set up.

"Can't you bring all the things from your room? Can your carriage really hold a lot of things? Is there anything this little guy can't do?"

It's not Zhou Fuan's fault. He has been an official for most of his life, but this is the first time he has seen an official escorting such a style. This is an escort of exiles, but this gentleman really thinks it's a trip.

"You can ask Xiao Ya Zhang, he is a know-it-all. Otherwise, my grandfather wouldn't have assigned him to serve me. Oh, by the way, Xiao Ya Zhang is the personal servant that my grandfather tailored for me since I was a child. You are lucky and blessed. Otherwise, you would never see so many unique skills in your life."

All right,

I won’t ask anything more. If I ask again, I’ll be considered a bad-mouthed person.

Only then did Zhou Fuan understand why the right prime minister sent a little yamen guard Zhang to report to the yamen before sending Chu Mingyang.

This Xiaoya Zhang was young, with a fair complexion, and looked only fifteen or sixteen years old. He had delicate features and a mouth full of small white teeth like a girl's. Because he was a newcomer, everyone was not familiar with him. They only knew his surname was Zhang, but not his name. Everyone called him Xiaoya Zhang behind his back. Unexpectedly, when Chu Mingyang came, he called him Xiaoya Zhang as soon as he opened his mouth. It turned out that Xiaoya Zhang was actually the servant of the right prime minister, and Chu Mingyang named him Xiaoya Zhang.

Xiaoya Zhang is smart and quick-witted. After only a few days, he has won everyone's love.

But if you think that Xiaoya Zhang is just good-looking, sweet-talking and capable, you are wrong.

After only a few days, everyone discovered that Xiao Ya Zhang was not only handy, but could also repair anything that was broken. He could make everything from knives and whips to torture instruments to women's embroidery, cooking, and making clothes.

A complete life expert.

Then what? After today's trip, everyone also discovered that this guy can actually do Kung Fu.

I just don't know how good his kung fu is, but seeing how light he is along the way, without panting or blushing, this guy's kung fu should be quite high.

Zhou Fuan calmly turned his eyes away from Xiaoya Zhang. The Right Prime Minister was an old minister of the Great Qi Dynasty who was as famous as Wang Taifu. He was also a great contributor to the conquest of the world with the previous emperor. Not long after the current emperor took office, he fell ill and rested at home.

Now it seems that after ten years of the emperor's reign, the Duke of Zhenguo Mansion, the Grand Tutor Mansion, and other powerful officials who were once in glory have all fallen into disgrace, and only the Right Prime Minister's Mansion remains calm.

The waters in the Right Prime Minister's Mansion are very deep, and it is impossible for a small warden like him to investigate them thoroughly.