A carriage slowly drove up on the lively Yongxi Avenue. This carriage was very simple and inconspicuous, just like the carriages of many ordinary wealthy kids in Kyoto.

This simple carriage drove on the straight Yongxi Road for about a quarter of an hour before turning into an alley.

The alley is deep and long, quite quiet, with wheels rolling on the uneven bluestone floor, making a pedal sound, slow and heavy.

Squeak.

The carriage stopped with an old sound.

The curtain of light blue floral cloth hanging on the carriage shook twice and was lifted open. A beautiful girl poked her head out and looked around, then jumped out of the carriage.

"Madam, here." Xue Ling's Qingyue's voice was particularly crisp in this dilapidated alley.

Qian Wu, who acted as a groom, had already moved the horse-trapping stone and placed it next to the car.

A jade white slender hand dyed with phoenix fairy juice slowly stretched out and gently placed it on Xue Ling's hand. Deyang, dressed in a woman, scooped the hem of the skirt and slowly walked down the horse-trapping stone.

After staying down to the ground, Qian Wuyi put the horse-trapping stone without saying a word and parked the carriage to the side of the road.

With Xueling's support, Deyang came to the gate of a mansion.

The ordinary cypress mansion door is closed, and the word "Liang Mansion" is hung on the door. The outside of the door is cold and withered, and there is no people.

Deyang looked for a while before sighing and slowly said, "Liang Yongjie is indeed an honest official and a dignified minister of the Ministry of Revenue. He lives in such a remote and shabby place, which is difficult for him."

Xue Ling also sighed and said with emotion: "You promoted Lord Liang, so naturally I dare not lose your prestige."

Deyang shook his head: "He is for the country and the people, and it has nothing to do with me. Alas, he is honest and noble and self-controlled. He was unwilling to form cliques and make private contributions in the previous dynasty. Although he was loyal to the country, why did he do this?"

As he said that, Deyang glanced at the ground in front of the mansion and sighed, "He died and abandoned his family and lived such a poor life, which made people feel sad. Fortunately, his wife should be a good wife. She only looked at the ground in front of the mansion and did not even have a leaf. It can be seen that she was clear-headed and open-minded, and she must be a wise person."

Xue Ling sighed and smiled, "It would be fine if she was a wise man. I have been worried."

Deyang smiled indifferently: "Worried that I would be beaten out with a big broom like Xue Baifeng?"

Xue Ling originally wanted to say a few more jokes, but when she turned her eyes, she saw that Deyang had never reached the smile in her eyes. She immediately became confused and dared not say anything more.

Could it be that the master will not go well to the Liang Mansion this time?

"As a princess of the previous dynasty, I was so kind that I ran to the mansion of a loyal minister of the previous dynasty and persuaded his son to surrender to the Xin Dynasty. If someone in the Liang Mansion raised a big broom to drive me away, I would feel better." Deyang sighed lightly and spoke slowly.

"Madam!" Xue Ling felt ache in her heart, and a little sadness in her voice.

"Forget it, go and call the door." Deyang waved his hand and said a little impatiently.

She really didn't want to see others showing such a painful look in front of her, which made her upset and affect what she was about to do.

Qian Wu looked at the carriage and watched coldly, and couldn't help but shake his head. This girl Xueling is really not suitable to accompany her wife to do big things, and she always has a bit of petty spirit.

Xue Ling stepped forward and slapped the door: "Is anyone?"

After a while, an old voice came from a distance from the door: "Here, come, alas, please wait, and open the door!"
Chapter completed!