Farmhouse full garden sweet-scented osmanthus

Extra Thirteen Chapter 1980
The entire mansion closed its doors to thank the guests, and everyone knew that the son of the prince loved the concubine very much, so even if there was something big, no one could knock on the door of the Chu mansion, and no one suspected anything else.

At this time, Osmanthus fragrans was already asleep in the carriage, even the violent bumps did not affect her.

In order to maintain physical strength and keep up with energy, Osmanthus specially asked old man Gu to prepare sleeping pills for herself. The biggest effect is to help sleep. Otherwise, according to the current situation, Osmanthus probably would not be able to sleep so well at all.

When she woke up, the three of them had already left Antao Town far away.

Just like that, the three of them squeezed the journey that usually took more than two months or even longer to one and a half months.

When she could see the small town at the junction of Southern Border and Ming Luo Dynasty in the distance, Guihua was inexplicably relieved, as if she had her husband and children not far ahead.

"Master, do we want to go to the town to have a good rest?" Huayu was worried about Osmanthus fragrans' body. Although the master slept soundly during the journey, he still lost a lot of weight.

"No need." Osmanthus directly refused, "Let's not go into the town, let Qingrong go in to do the shopping, and when he comes out, we will go directly on the mountain road." Osmanthus's thoughts were very firm and clear.

Give up the official road and take the mountain road. In this way, the itinerary will be shortened, but the safety factor will be reduced.There are many wild beasts in the mountains and forests, and there are many unknown poisonous plants and poisons. If one is not careful...

Huayu was still worried about the safety of Osmanthus fragrans, so she didn't want to agree for a while.

On the contrary, Osmanthus saw what the other person was thinking, and said with a smile: "With you by my side, I have learned medical skills from old man Gu for so many years. As long as we are careful, nothing will happen."

After a pause, Osmanthus fragrans continued: "And our trip this time must be kept as secret as possible. It's hard to guarantee that there won't be people from Southern Xinjiang in the border town."

Huayu understood the importance of it, even if she was worried, she had to nod her head in response.

Seven or eight days had passed by the time they crossed the long mountain at the border.

Along the way, Huayu and Qingrong were all in high spirits, but their horses were still poisoned to death in the forest.

The three of them walked out of the woods in embarrassment and looked at each other, feeling like they were alive after a catastrophe.

This place in southern Xinjiang is not very familiar to Osmanthus fragrans, but it is not completely unfamiliar. When she was on a mission to other three countries, she also sneaked here to stay for a few days.

It was not an official mission at the beginning, and it was not appropriate to reveal her identity. Instead, Guihua learned about the real situation of many people in southern Xinjiang.

The three of them chose a safe place to change their clothes, and used ointment to change the skin color that was exposed. At first glance, they really looked like the people of southern Xinjiang.

"From now on, the two of you are master and madam, but I am a maid who was kidnapped and sold here from the Ming Luo Dynasty."

As soon as Osmanthus fragrans spoke, Qingrong and Huayu immediately disapproved.

Let the master be the maid, and the two slaves be the master, isn't that against the heavens?
On the other hand, Osmanthus fragrans was very calm, and made a downward movement, indicating to these two people to be calm, and continued: "Although our service and skin color can be changed, our accent can't be changed at all. And this I have been to Southern Xinjiang, and I have some contact with the people here, so it will be much more convenient for me to communicate with them."

For communicating with people, the flower language is a little better than Qingrong, but if it is compared with osmanthus, it is not enough to see at all.

(End of this chapter)