Royal daughter-in-law

Chapter 111 Pretend to be a vixen (3)
Bai Xuehui looked quite happy at first, but when she heard it, her face collapsed, she broke out in a few drops of cold sweat, and turned her head away.

Fourth Aunt Huang glanced at her, then snorted twice.

On the side of the crown prince, he also enjoyed watching it happily, turned his head and smiled: "Hey, this scene is really enjoyable to watch, Gu is much more comfortable now, and I don't get angry anymore, haha!"

Yun Wanqin smiled and said, "If you ask me, the script is not well written, and it's not refreshing enough."

"Oh?" The prince's smile disappeared.

Yun Wanqin's eyes flashed: "The vixen should be beheaded, but that heartless man can't be slapped with a single slap. If he is really devoted, how could the vixen seduce him, and finally tell him to chase his wife back just like that?" , I didn't suffer any abuse, what a pity, what a pity!"

The prince was thoughtful, and suddenly said: "How about changing the ending alone, and see if it can be more enjoyable?"

"Ah?" Yun Wanqin was taken aback, but didn't understand, what do you mean?
The crown prince blinked his eyelashes: "This drama book was written alone."

Yun Wanqin opened her mouth, "" No wonder there is no author for such a famous play!It turned out to be the prince in the deep palace!
That's right... the prince seemed to be praising the script just now, the author is very good... Yun Wanqin glanced at the prince, so cheeky.

The prince didn't say any more, he just held his head and went to conceive a new ending.

Yun Wanqin was about to whisper something to Miao'er, but found that Miao'er beside her didn't seem to hear it.

Yun Wantong has bad intentions and deserves to be punished. In addition, in order to protect herself just now, she pushed Yun Wanqin onto the drunk man. The stage was silent.

Yun Wanqin knew that Miaoer must have thought of her own mother after watching this story of killing a fox, so she slipped her hand and held the back of her hand instead.

Unexpectedly, Miao Er's mood fluctuates even more than she imagined.

The back of my hand felt cold.Yun Wanqin saw that Miao'er had shed a few tears.

She looks the most careless, but her mind is far more delicate than human beings. Who can be sure that she has never cried under the covers after knowing her birth.

Yun Wanqin could understand her mood, gently hugged Miaoer, and wanted to take her out, and wait until the last half of the scene was over before coming in.

Next door is a small tea room, the waiter on the second floor saw Yun Wanqin, said hello, and passed by.

Yun Wanqin saw that the tea room was quiet, so she went in with Miaoer.

After resting for a while, Miao'er felt much better. In fact, just now, she was just hurt by the scene. She has already cleared up her mood now. She has a big girl, so warm and considerate, what's so good It hurts spring and autumn.

Miao'er thought about it, and finally smiled, and shook the eldest girl's hand: "Eldest lady, the servant is fine, let's go out—"

Before finishing speaking, Yun Wanqin moved her slender nose and inhaled vigorously: "Miaoer, do you smell anything?"

Miao Er followed suit and sniffed, it was nothing.

This smell, I can't tell what it is, neither fragrant nor stinky... It's the smell of firecrackers during the Chinese New Year, but it's a bit like the smell you will smell every year during the Dragon Boat Festival. Sprinkle realgar powder in the courtyard and indoors at home to prevent snakes, insects, rats and ants. It is the smell of realgar.

Yun Wanqin had some suspicions in her heart, but she didn't dare to be sure, so she led her to the place where the smell was the strongest: "You can smell it here."

Miao'er sniffed hard, and only then did she smell a little bit of a strange smell. The girl's sense of smell is really sensitive. If she didn't say anything, she really couldn't smell anything. She frowned: "Hey, this smell seems to be— —”

"What?" Yun Wanqin stared at her.

"It's a bit like the smell of saltpeter!" Miao'er also felt weird.

Yunwan Qinqi asked: "Saltpeter? What is it for?"

Miao'er explained: "The eldest girl didn't work in the kitchen, so she didn't know that saltpeter can be used as a flint, to light firewood for cooking. The servants used to do this in the countryside before. Also, the children in the countryside are poor. I want to set off fireworks during the Chinese New Year, but I have no money to buy them, so I like to fill the bamboo tube with saltpeter, light it on fire, and then I can play it as a skyrocketing firecracker.”

Yun Wanqin trembled.

Wait, realgar, saltpeter, firecrackers, if these things are gathered together - they are used to make gunpowder!
Why—why does the theater have this smell!

Miao'er couldn't smell it, but she smelled it very clearly and strongly, which is not normal.

Especially here, it seems that the source of the smell is coming from here!It is surrounded by walls, next to it is a boiler for storing water, and underneath is a bluestone floor.

Yun Wanqin squatted down, tapped the floor, and then pressed against the wall.

"Big girl, what's the matter—" Miao'er knew something was wrong, so she squatted down.

Yun Wanqin's mind flashed, the boy in blue who went out just now, when he passed by, the smell on his body seemed to be the same as that in the tea room now, but it was not too heavy, so she didn't pay much attention.

A little cold sweat broke out on the back of the ridge, but I still couldn't believe it. After all, I had never encountered such a dangerous thing, and now it was all just speculation.

In any case, Yun Wanqin still conjectured to Miaoer in a few words: there might be gunpowder in the theater building.

Miao Er's face turned pale, and she was startled: "No way—"

She told Miao'er: "Go back to the private room and tell my cousin first, I'll be right back."

Turning around quickly, with a flash of her back, Yun Wanqin went out.

Miao Er shook her head, and immediately ran to the private room.

At the junction of the staircase corners on the first and second floors, Yun Wanqin saw the familiar blue back, and the young man was looking around, with a vigilant expression, and was hurrying downstairs.

"Stop!" she shouted.

Sure enough, the blue-clothed boy felt guilty, and when he heard someone shouting from behind, he didn't even turn his head. He brushed aside the crowd on the first floor, lifted his legs, and strode away.

It's over, it's not that I am suspicious, there is indeed something strange in the tea room on the second floor, safety first, Yun Wanqin turned her head, and was about to inform the prince to wait for a group of people to go downstairs first, when a gust of wind came from behind and approached, before she recovered, her hand was caught People pulled.

The visitor seemed to have been lying in the crowd of individual customers on the first floor for a long time. Seeing Yun Wanqin chasing the blue-clothed boy for a few steps, turning around to go upstairs, he immediately strode forward, walked up a few steps, and chased after the young man in blue. Get on her and grab her arm!

The man was dressed in a black trouser suit that was easy to move, from the hood to the knees, he looked no different from the street traffickers, except for a pair of clear and clear eyes.

Her eyes widened, her breathing stopped, and just about to make a sound, the man had already grabbed her hand, his tone was startled and anxious, as if he was questioning a child who had sneaked out for fun: "Why are you here?" He didn't have time to wait for her answer, so he made a decisive decision without any further hesitation, and pushed her back, almost half-dragging and half-embracing her, passed through the noisy crowd, passed the colorful stage, and left the Wancai Theater.

(End of this chapter)