I hide my concubine in a golden house

Chapter 437 His Guhong Palace

The King of Beiming saw that he was always acting like he was not getting in, so he waved his hands and said, "Go down."

"Yes, Erchen retire."

Quan Jue turned around and left the Chaoyang Palace.

As soon as he woke up, his memory stayed in the few days when he first arrived in Qianqiu, but Su Tian said that it was the Beiming King who took away his memory.

What happened in the middle?How did he and Su Tian get along?

Quan Juan's mind was full of doubts to be solved. He tried hard to think about the things related to Su Tian or Qian Qiu, but he couldn't catch any clues in his mind, as if those things had never happened.

He only remembered that he traveled all the way from Beiming to Qianqiu, and then married Su Tian. The little girl was so fierce that she dragged him into a fight at the posthouse.

And on the wedding night, the little girl said seriously that she wanted to find a bunch of beautiful girls with him, but her appearance of not being funny at all was so cute.

Those things are still vivid in my mind now, and they are not blurred at all.

Quan Jue left the Chaoyang Hall, and without any shyness, ordered the people carrying the chariot to go to the Guhong Hall in front of the Chaoyang Hall.

The road conditions are very familiar, and the scene in front of me is becoming clearer and clearer.

It was the end of winter and the beginning of spring when I left Beiming, and it is still the end of winter and the beginning of spring now, as if nothing had changed.

The chariot stopped in front of the gate of Guhong Hall, and Quan Yi stepped down from the chariot.

In front of him was the bleak and lonely palace, and the faded octagonal red lacquer palace lantern hanging in front of the palace gate had been replaced with two new ones at some point, which was very eye-catching.

Revisiting the old place, a lot of emotion.

Quan Juan slowly raised his eyes, looking at the plaque in the middle of the palace lantern.

The plaque is still the same as before, it has been worn by wind and rain, and the color has changed a little, and the handwriting is a little fuzzy and hairy, but it is not difficult to read.

This Guhong Palace is where he grew up.

The vermilion door was left open, presumably it was left on purpose.

Quan Juan unceremoniously lifted up his robe and went up the steps, crossed the threshold, bypassed the screen wall, and walked through the corridor. There was no one in the courtyard, and it was quiet.

He was in a hurry when he left just now, so he didn't pay attention. It turned out that the wasteland on one side of the courtyard was surrounded by a fence and planted with lush green vegetables, which grew very gratifyingly.

She is clearly a young lady who does not touch the spring water with her ten fingers. She admires rare treasures and eats rare delicacies on weekdays. How can she do these farming things that have nothing to do with delicacy?

Thinking of this, Quan Yu suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart for unknown reasons.

He covered his heart, supported a dead tree beside him with one hand, and took a rough breath.

The assassination in Fushan suddenly flashed before my eyes without any warning, darkness, thunderstorm, and cold wind intertwined, everything was blurred, only the smell of blood was clear and strong.

With a splitting headache, he seemed to vaguely hear a little girl playing tricks in his ear, saying, "We are married couples, we have been married and worshiped, and we want to live together for the rest of our lives." '

To be together for a lifetime.

Quan Jue silently repeated this sentence in his mouth.

That was the first time someone cared about his life and death, and the first time someone took care of him indiscriminately.

Quan Yu gradually regained his spirits, instead of going in, he turned around and walked out.

But the servants and guards who came with him from the Butei Palace were still waiting outside, when they saw Quan Fen come out, they hurried up to greet him.

Quan Jue then gave some detailed instructions to him.

After receiving the order, the servant turned around and hurried to the other direction, and soon came back with a tightly wrapped oiled paper bag.

Quan Jue took the oiled paper bag and put it in his cuff before entering Guhong Hall again.

There was no need for anyone to pass it on, the place was empty, and he walked to the door of the inner hall with ease.

(End of this chapter)