Abandoned wife and cute baby will defy the sky

Chapter 125 The Purse in the Study Room
The change of nobleman Wan finally affected the government of Anguo.The men of the Jun family were arrested and sent to the sky prison, and all the female family members were placed under house arrest in the mansion.

Jun Zixiu was accused of driving the four-spirit defense formation in the imperial city without authorization, but he also saved millions of people in the imperial city from the disaster caused by the nobleman.

Standing behind a big tree, Bai Lan looked at the An Guo Gong's Mansion, which was full of people before, and now it was as quiet as a mourning concubine.

Day and night, the prosperity and wealth are no longer overturned.

Therefore, everyone wants to be an emperor, that kind of destiny is under their control, not only their own but also others', standing aloft and looking down on everything.

However, is An Guogong's mansion really that easy to control?It is impossible for the Duke's Mansion, which has been passed down for a hundred years, to have some trump cards.

Bai Lan walked to a relatively hidden wall, took out a rope tied with a climbing hook from the bag on her back, and threw it towards the top of the wall with her hands. The movement was quite skillful.

Then he climbed up the wall as lightly as a swallow, even though he changed his body, the inner kung fu and feeling were still there.

Going up to the top of the wall and looking into the wall, the place where she was going to land was a patch of grass.Put away the climbing hook, lean on the wall with both hands, lean your body down, and try to shorten the distance between your feet and the ground.

This body has not been practiced before, she dare not turn over and jump off directly, it is the most stupid way to slide slowly against the wall to be safe.

The toes landed safely.

The mansion was also very quiet, Bai Lan tried her best to follow the path where no one was there to walk to Lan Yuan.

When we arrived at the orchid courtyard, there was no one in the orchid courtyard.

What about spring colors, summer greens, autumn reds and winter whites?Where did they go?
I packed up some daily clothes and threw them into the space ring, as well as Xiaojing's diapers and other things, and put them all in.Jun Zixiu must have his purpose in taking Xiaojing away.Judging from his careful care and care of Xiao Jing several times, he should not do anything to hurt him.Of course, it's also possible that it's an act, but Bai Lan still tends to be on the bright side.I can only think on the bright side.Bad...she might drive herself crazy.

When she was about to leave the main courtyard, she suddenly stopped and looked at the study where Jun Zixiu had rested for the night. She didn't seem to have been there.

Pushing open the door, the room is cool and cool, with a faint fragrance of pen and ink.

There are no paper books on the bookshelves, but more ancient bamboo slips.

Take a roll, unhook the straps that bound it, and open—

Inside are small prints carved in seal script.

She didn't recognize the font.In other words, this body does not recognize it.She still accepted some instinctive memories of this body, such as knowing the words of this world, and being able to speak the words here.

Re-bind the bamboo slips, put them back in place, and place them exactly the same as when they were picked up before.

The study room is an inner room for resting, which contains simple daily necessities and a simple bamboo couch.The daily necessities have no traces of use, and the bamboo couch seems to have been rested.Bai Lan sat on the bamboo couch, looking at the rosewood pillow at the head of the couch.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed, and he fixed on the half-exposed purse under the pillow.

That pouch is...

She once learned how to make purses from Chuncai when she was bored.Although it was finally done, the needlework was really bad enough.However, it is her first finished product, which is quite commemorative, and it is still hung around Xiaojing's neck.

Inside the purse was a portrait of Xiaojing breastfeeding that she had drawn in front of the mirror.

(End of this chapter)