The reborn emperor, you are dismissed

Chapter 662 Final Words His Highness's Little Runaway Wife ([-])
"I heard from my younger sister that Ms. Su is in charge of several shops and is quite capable. My carriage is at the entrance of the alley. Please do me a favor. We can exchange a few words on the way."

Young Master Tan behaved politely and spoke sincerely. Just as she was hesitating, a clear call suddenly came:

"Mom! Mother—"

Back stiffened, this voice...

Turning his head in disbelief, he caught sight of a small familiar figure standing on the side of the street.

My mind went blank for a moment, and an idea popped up:
Done!Done!
I'm going back to the palace!
Subconsciously opening the oil-paper umbrella to cover her face, she hastily said "I will see you later" and hurried into the crowd.

Turning and turning, he ran for a long distance, looking around frightenedly, but seeing no one chasing him, Fang slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

After returning to the house, he opened the door and entered the house, and the candle was lit, illuminating his lonely shadow.

For a moment, all the strength in her body seemed to be taken out, and she sat down leaning against the corner of the table, resting her forehead with one hand, in a daze.

Just now, was it Xiao Baozi?

I didn't see it very clearly, it should be said that I didn't dare to look closely, so I slipped away.

She was afraid of delaying and meeting that person.

I haven't figured out yet how to question him face to face.

Or, I don't know what kind of guarantee to get from him in order to feel at ease.

In fact, the emperor did nothing wrong, but just a joke, isn't she a bit... making a fuss out of a molehill by running away like this?

"Ugh……"

A faint low sigh resounded in the house, and it lingered for a long time.

At the same time, an inn in Baoling County went to a room, the doors and windows were closed, and the suppressed cries of children could be faintly heard.

"Mother...don't...don't be my son...uh..."

Ever since he could remember, the little prince had never felt so uncomfortable.

On the street today, watching the mother flee without hesitation, the attitude of avoiding it deeply hurt the young heart.

After all, he was a child over five years old, unable to bear the sudden surprises and subsequent shocks.

Emperor Jing Yuan touched Huang'er's little head very uncomfortably to show comfort, and said:
"No, she doesn't want you, she's just... upset."

One step short, only the woman's slender back can be vaguely seen.

"Master." Guard Zhao bowed and reported, "Madam's carriage was sold to a commercial firm in the county more than ten days ago. I haven't found out the address yet, but since I sold the horse, I just want to stay here and give my subordinates two In a few days, it will be found quietly."

"Ah."

If you run away, you won't give another chance.

She thought of the people who seemed to be familiar with her at the gate of the theater, among them was a young man.

His black eyes narrowed slightly, and his thin lips uttered three words:

"Guangde Building."

The next day, Su Yingchun didn't go out.

Wrapped in a quilt, I lay down almost all day.

Rolling around on the couch like spreading pancakes, before her eyes are all the bits and pieces of what she walked with him in the past few years.

It really is an illusion, right?

If the one I ran into was really Zhi'er, wouldn't the sky be turned upside down?
He is so patient and doesn't plan to use "force" to force her to submit?

If someone asks the empress right now, do you really want to be found, or do you not want to?

I'm afraid she can't answer.

On the third day, I had to go out.

I made an appointment with Ms. Tan and the others to listen to a play by a famous actor.

After being rude once, it's always bad to miss an appointment.

If one day decides to leave, she has to say goodbye formally, otherwise she will feel uneasy.

In the old place, when a few people got together, she explained the reason she had prepared, which was probably something urgent at home.

Miss Tan smiled: "I still think you are shy, Sister Su."

"Sh, shy?" She coughed.

"I'm not bragging. My elder brother is handsome and not a dude. He was busy with his family's business and delayed his marriage. He never got married until he was 26." He blinked narrowly, "Sister Su, is he qualified?"

(End of this chapter)