When Zhu Biao arrived at Xihua Gate, the sky had completely darkened, the Forbidden City was no longer the majestic majesty of the day, and it had also faded away from the fireworks brought by the tourists, and it had become strange and difficult to get close to, like a giant beast crouching in the dark, choosing people and devouring people.

The brocade guards stationed in front of the Xihua Gate checked their intentions, Zhu Di led people to line up in a long queue, Zhu Biao fell at the end of the line, the light of the street lamp could not penetrate the deep doorway, and the front and back were full of flying fish suits that were still brilliant and brilliant under the faint light...... Zhu Biao paused by chance, and when he looked back, his companion did not know where to go, leaving him alone.

He lost the person, or Zhu Di lost him, Zhu Biao didn't know which answer was more congested, he was stupidly spinning in a circle like an ant whose tentacles had been removed, unable to distinguish between southeast and northwest, and did not know where to go next.

What to do? Zhu Biao thought uneasily, should he chase forward or return the same way? The most important path forward and backward looked the same, and he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't go the wrong way when he turned back.

I don't know how many circles he turned, he finally decided to move on, if he really couldn't catch up with Zhu Di and them, he asked the first forbidden army of the imperial city to show the way.

Although the decision was made, the morale had already been almost worn out, and Zhu Biao was full of real fire and wanted to find the murderer and burn him to ashes.

There is only a street lamp in the Yongxiang of the Forbidden City, which is said to be to prevent assassins, Zhu Biaofu trotted his head down, silently counting the distance between the street lamps in his heart, and then used it to calculate how far he had run. In the end, it was found that he had almost run through the Western Regions of the Imperial City, and miraculously did not encounter a single forbidden army.

What kind of shit luck is this...... Zhu Biao was really about to kneel for himself, he was tired and hungry, so he had to stop and rest, looking at the communicator on his wrist and hesitating: If you call the police, can the police uncle get him out?

If the Assassin wouldn't kill on the spot, he really wanted to shout "Catch the Assassin......

He stopped in the middle of a certain alley, leaning against a high ochre-red wall, which was darker under the streetlights, as dark as the blood that flowed out of a vein.

Zhu Biao suddenly had a belated sense of immediacy, he had been here, he had seen this wall, in the Palace Museum in the Earth Age.

He didn't think of comparing the two Forbidden Cities together until now, the Forbidden City of the Ming Dynasty was very different from the Forbidden City of the Earth Era, how different it was, and a passer-by like Zhu Biao couldn't clearly distinguish it.

He tried hard to recall that he must have been to Beijing and visited the Palace Museum, but those memories were separated by a layer of hazy smoke, like a cliché movie with a less exciting plot, and he forgot about it when he walked out of the cinema.

It's not the first time, Zhu Biao thought in a trance, he found out very early that his old memories were being lost, and the suspicion was the sequelae of the crossing, which made him more and more insecure, if he lost the record of his past life, and failed to find the meaning of saving zài for the new Zhu Biao in the new world, then, his wandering soul is just a dispensable free radio wave in the gap between time and space.

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Zhu marked this Yongxiang very much like the long alley behind the Rijing Gate of the Palace Museum, the Rijing Gate is the side gate of the Qianqing Palace, and the Qianqing Palace is on the central axis of the Noon Gate!

In other words, as long as he can find the Qianqing Palace, there will definitely be an exit along the outer wall!

Zhu Biao didn't want to know how he came in from Xihua Gate but ran diagonally to Rijing Gate, he had had enough, he had already given up chasing Zhu Di, and now his only thought was to go home, his two legs were not his own at all, and he might fall asleep on the ground at any time.

Hold on for a while, Zhu Biao said to himself, gritting his teeth and forcing out the last strength. Because he was too tired, his brain also became groggy, and he lost his vigilance against abnormal phenomena, he didn't remember that the Qianqing Palace was the emperor's bedroom, and he didn't encounter the forbidden army patrols outside the Qianqing Palace, how abnormal it was.

Two black shadows were far behind Zhu Biao, accompanying him from Xihua Gate to Rijing Gate, until he entered the Qianqing Palace, the black shadow mission was completed, and he quietly disappeared into the heavy shadows of the palace.

Zhu Biao stumbled into the Rijing Gate, but the lights in the palace were much brighter than Yongxiang, and he blinked, and was pleasantly surprised to find a person in the courtyard.

"Ahh Zhu Biao felt that he hadn't seen anyone in his life, and he didn't know where to hit and gave birth to some strength, and the hungry tiger pounced on him like a hungry tiger, "Uncle! Uncle begging for directions! ”

There are only a few thin flower trees planted in the huge courtyard of the Qianqing Palace, and the man hesitates under the flowers in the middle of the night, maybe he is still thinking about composing two lines of poetry, Zhu Biao's voice frightened him to shudder, and he turned around to be angry, but he was facing Zhu Xiaodi's stupid face that smiled into a chrysanthemum.

The uncle was suddenly stunned in place, Zhu Biao rushed over and almost hit him, and hurriedly took two steps back, tripped under his feet, and couldn't find his balance for a long time.

"Be careful." The uncle reached out and helped him.

"Thank you, uncle!" Zhu Biao grabbed his sleeve, and the fabric in his palm was as cool as water waves, and slipped through his fingers in two clicks.

He stood firm, looking at this kind uncle under the bright light of the Qianqing Palace, but at this glance, there was a "pop" sound in his heart.

It's ugly......

Donkey face, upturned chin, elephant ears as large as his...... The first impression of this uncle is the impactful word "ugly".

Okay, it's not a matter if a man is ugly, Zhu Biao desperately warned himself not to show an impolite expression, he still has to rely on his uncle to help him go home.

But after looking at it twice, he felt that this uncle was not so ugly, because his eyes, nose and mouth were good, not only did he not have any heavy defects, but also if he looked closely, he still had phoenix eyes, nose and thin lips, which should be accessories for handsome guys.

It's a pity that it grows on such a face......

Zhu Biao stared at the uncle stupidly in a sluggish reaction, the uncle was not angry, he looked at him at the same time, his phoenix eyes were shining, and there was a faint hint of water.

I don't know how long it has been, but the two of them have made sounds at the same time.

"I ......"

"You ......"

At the same time, he stopped his mouth and continued to stare at each other with wide eyes.

"Uncle, you say it first," Zhu Biao said generously, who told him to ask for help.

The uncle was not polite to him, took a step forward, narrowed the distance between him and Zhu Biao, and said in a voice that could not hide the waves: "Who is your father?" ”