The small vendor looked extremely ordinary, with a thin body carrying a load. When he walked to the gate of the general's mansion, he was so tired that he put down the load and kept wiping the sweat on his forehead.

The guards on the side saw it and hurried forward and drove forward, "Go and go, there is no allowance for setting up stalls at the gate of the General's Mansion."

"I know, I know, brother, am I tired now... Brother, let me take a breath." The little vendor said while gasping for breath, while his eyes involuntarily glanced at Chen Yunjing.

The moment the eyes met, Su Wanwan immediately moved away her gaze.

However, at that moment, an idea suddenly emerged in Chen Yunjing's mind. Is this little vendor not Su Wanwan disguised himself?

Thinking of this, his eyes fell straight on Su Wanwan.

Although that ordinary face seemed to have no connection with Su Wanwan, for some reason, Chen Yunjing's feeling became stronger and stronger.

That person must be Su Wanwan.

Su Wanwan looked at Chen Yunjing's eyes staring at him, and couldn't help but turn away with guilt, pretending to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and quickly carried the load to the shaded place under the big tree next to him.

It would be fine if she was not guilty, but she was guilty. Chen Yunjing was even more sure that the small vendor in front of her was Su Wanwan.

But...Where did she get so many strange clothes and props?

Chen Yunjing stared at her suspiciously.

However, what he didn't expect was that Su Wanwan actually carried a load and squatted outside the general's mansion for seven days.

During these seven days, whether Chen Yunjing was on the morning shift or evening shift, she could be seen at the entrance of the alley diagonally opposite the General's Mansion.

For a moment, Chen Yunjing couldn't explain his feelings clearly.

Although I suspected that she was doing it carefully, I felt inexplicably happy when I could see her figure when I was guarding the door every day.

Such days lasted until the seventh day, and Su Wanwan finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Is this general a dead house?

Why has it been seven days since she has never seen the general step out of the door?

Didn’t it mean that in ancient times, only ladies and scholars did not go out of the gate without going out? Did they have such regulations on generals?

Su Wanwan, who really couldn't stand it, grabbed a passerby and asked in a low voice: "Auntie, let me ask you for something."

"What's the matter?" The enthusiastic aunt looked at Su Wanwan with curiosity.

"Just... do our generals don't like to go out?" Su Wanwan asked the aunt in a low voice: "Why have I set up a stall here for so long and have never seen the generals come out?"

"Ah?" The aunt was stunned for a moment, then burst out with a "puzzle" and said, "You are not from the capital, aren't you?"

“Uh…this…”

"General will go back to his hometown at this time of year. Calculate the days. It should be that within a few days, General will come back." The aunt said with a smile.

Su Wanwan: “…”

She looked at the aunt in front of her with disbelief and said, "Is the general in the mansion?"

"Of course I'm not here anymore." The old lady looked at her with some amusement.

Then she had been setting up a stall at this door for several days. What was the point of setting it up? Su Wanwan just felt that the darkness in front of her eyes almost fainted.
Chapter completed!