Shen Qingzhi, the God of war in the Southern Song Dynasty.

    In recent days, Chu Yu has heard some rumors about Shen Qingzhi.

    He was the patron saint of the Southern Dynasty. Because of him, the father of Princess Shanyin became the emperor, and Liu ziye became the emperor. He was very good at fighting and won almost every battle. Although he was over 80 years old, his spirit was as good as that of that year.

    These are the gossip Chuyu heard, now she is really aware of Shen Qingzhi''s heroic spirit. At that moment, she almost could not resist being suppressed. It was the momentum honed by the fierce battle for a long time. People without similar experience could hardly compete with him.

    At least Chu Yu had never seen such a person in her previous life.

    Shen guangzuo, the first villain to go out of Chu Yu''s house, and Shen Shenzhi, who was admitted recently, are all distant relatives of Shen Qingzhi. It''s a pity that they can''t get close to each other. Otherwise, she can still make use of them to win over others.

    Shen Qingzhi and the team led by the young officer went to the end of the street. At last, their back was out of sight. Chu Yucai looked back and thought of the curfew that the young officer had just said: "I just heard about the curfew. What''s the matter?"

    Curfew means forbidding people to go out during a certain period of time at night. It is usually used together with martial law. It is a vigilance program implemented in special periods or situations.

    Yuejiefei bowed slightly and said, "I have told the government that the princess was assassinated a few days ago and ordered them to make a strict investigation. It was closed at night. Recently, some people in the city were killed for no reason, so there are officers and soldiers patrolling around."

    Chu Yu knew that the reason for the curfew was her own. After all, the curfew at night had little impact on the lives of ordinary people. At night, everyone was lying in bed to have children. No one had the leisure to run around.

    Chu Yu himself went back to his house before the evening these days. He didn''t know it was curfew until today.

    "How long will the curfew last?" Chu Yu recalled Wang Yizhi''s slow and lazy walking posture. She couldn''t help imitating it according to her memory. However, after a few steps, she found that she didn''t wear his kind of clogs on her feet, so she didn''t feel like feet, so she returned to her normal posture.

    Yue JieFei looked at Chu Yu''s feet strangely and said, "I don''t know much about it. Now it''s a matter of the government. According to the past practice, I have to wait another half a month."

    "Oh, go on with me. I haven''t walked like this for a long time."

    When they returned to the princess mansion, the night was as dark as ink. Except for the night patrol guards, most of them had fallen asleep, and there was silence around them. Chu Yu slowly went to his bedroom, and came to the junction of the East and West Pavilion, but saw a figure.

    Huan yuan was still dressed like a man of erudition. He was standing at the gate of the West Pavilion. His posture seemed to be a little lonely. He was holding a lantern in his hand. The yellow light came out of the thin paper and shone on his beautiful face. Half of it reflected the shallow light, and the other half was buried in the shadow.

    His brows were filled with sorrow, and his expression seemed to be lost. However, more of them were buried in the night, and Chu Yu could not see clearly.

    Chu Yu had been walking to Huan yuan''s side. Seeing that he still didn''t respond, he suddenly realized that he was in a daze. He couldn''t help laughing and patting him: "why don''t you sleep?"

    If she doesn''t shoot, he will. Under the action, Huan yuan''s reaction is fierce. He suddenly turns to his side, waves his hand and knocks off Chu Yu''s hand. After taking a step back, he can see clearly that it''s Chu Yu, and his expression turns to amazement.

    Chu Yu shakes her wrist as if nothing had happened. The back of her hand is burning and painful. It''s estimated that she is already red. She tried not to show it on her face. She only looked at Huan yuan and said with a smile, "why don''t you go to bed so late?" Although it''s only ten o''clock in the evening in modern times, it''s still very early for many night owls. However, in ancient times, it''s past the standard bedtime. After all, there are not so many night activities in ancient times.

    She asked casually, but when she got out, she saw that Huan Yuanshen was lost in love. After a while, she lowered her eyes and said faintly, "I''m a little tired in handling business today, so I walked around and happened to meet the princess. Why did the princess come back so late?"

    Chuyu smiles and says that she forgot the time with her new friend, but she doesn''t say what kind of friend she is.

    A day without rest, and walked back to the Princess House, Chu Yu body fatigue gradually returned, she yawned, casually and patted Huan yuan''s arm: "you also early rest, too late to sleep is not good for the body." Huan yuan''s height is much higher than her, so it''s not easy to clap her shoulder, so Chu Yu claps her arm instead.

    Early summer night is not cold, standing will not catch cold, but a living person, here is still very attract mosquitoes.

    The girl dressed in men''s clothes walked slowly into the East Pavilion, but Huan yuan stood in the same place, his mind swaying, just like the lantern in his hand.

    The night breeze is light and warm, but the night is slightly cold.

    After a moment''s hesitation, Huan yuan turned around and went to the West Pavilion. In his heart, he was very strange: Why did he have to stand all the time?

    It seems to be blocked. I can''t understand it.

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    When she woke up the next day, Chu Yu gave herself a day off, and asked Youlan to give Rongzhi a message, saying that she had lost her sachet and asked him to prepare some more.

    Send away young blue, people don''t want to disturb again, Chu Yu comfortable roll on the bed, and retracted into the quilt, ready to sleep sweet return to sleep.

    I don''t know how long I''ve been sleeping. It''s already bright outside. It''s almost noon. Chu Yucai lazily gets up again, washes and dresses, and waits for lunch.

    Along with lunch, it was a gift. It was put in a beautiful brocade box with a short message. It was written in the style of dragon flying and Phoenix dancing. It was full of Elegance: "here is a gift, brother Zi Chu will accept it."

    The signature is Wang Yizhi.

    Chu Yu curiously opened it, but saw a pair of black and purple clogs in the brocade box, with smooth and round color.

    During the conversation yesterday, Chu Yu occasionally asked which craftsman made Wang Yizhi''s red sandalwood slippers. Later, she forgot, but Wang Yizhi still remembered.

    Chu Yu took off her shoes and stockings and put her feet into the clogs. The radian of the sole fit her feet very well, and the cool and moist touch came in slowly from the sole.