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Night falls again.

Zhu Hao was writing something under the candlestick. He didn't know how long it had passed before he suddenly felt tired. He couldn't help but get up and stretch his body. He walked to the yard outside and found a stone step to sit down.

It's autumn now, and the wind is a little bit cool.

Zhu Hao raised his head and looked at the shelf in front of him. He thought about it for a long time but didn't know what the use was.

The yard was quiet and there was no one around. Zhu Hao stood up and came to the door. He opened the door and looked outside. Immediately, two patrolling guards came over. One of them shouted to Zhu Hao: "Go back!"

Zhu Hao said: "I heard something moving outside, so I opened the door to take a look... did you hear it?"

The guard did not answer, but came directly to chase them away. Zhu Hao stuck out his tongue, quickly returned to the courtyard, and immediately closed the courtyard door, but did not close the door latch.

Lu Song had instructed that the guards would come back to rest at any time at night, and the door must be kept open at all times.

Zhu Hao was the only one in the huge courtyard. He walked around the shelf for a long time, and suddenly thought of something. He went back to the house and took a summer dress that he was not wearing, soaked it with water, and threw it on directly.

Early the next morning, some guards who were casual workers preparing to go home discovered Zhu Hao's "masterpiece".

Someone reached out and took off Zhu Hao's clothes.

"Hey, what are you doing, kid?"

Zhu Hao happened to come out at this time, and the guards stopped and shouted loudly.

Zhu Hao looked aggrieved: "I wet the bed last night. I had no choice but to take the wet clothes to the yard to dry. After searching for a long time, I found that hanging them here is just right..."

"ah?"

When the man heard this, he found that the clothes on his hands were wet, as if he had been bitten by a snake, and he quickly threw them to the ground.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The guards nearby were all laughing, thinking that the man was looking for trouble and had his hands wet.

Zhu Hao hurried over and picked it up: "Don't throw it on the ground."

The guard almost wanted to fight Zhu Hao, but he didn't dare to be really rude... Zhu Hao had a special status in the palace and did not belong to the same system as them. They couldn't figure out what the consequences of teaching Zhu Hao would be, and they didn't dare to

adventure.

"This is a grape rack, and you actually use it to hang clothes? And it's stained with urine? Huh, it seems that in the future, the nobles of the palace will be contaminated with your kid's filth when they eat grapes!"

These guards are still real.

Not as thoughtful as Lu Song.

It turns out to be a grape trellis!

If you grow grapes in the yard where I live, aren't you afraid that I will poison the grapes?
Chapter completed!