The sunset is magnificent, dyeing half of the sky red, and only dyeing the dense forest with a touch of gloom. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe overwhelming scroll of flowing clouds paints the sky like ink, and the gorgeous neon clothes are wrapped in golden light, and the earth is as beautiful as a dream, like an illusion.

The country roads are not easy to walk, and there is a girl in the car who seems to be weak, and the coachman only picks up the spacious and easy official road to move forward, and he is much more careful than usual in catching the car.

The Royal Palace, the Hall of Tea.

The peach hit the royal garden and passed by, and a few open peony flowers rushed in. This Miss Pan has been a little depressed since yesterday, and she used to see Aunt Ping meditating and chanting in front of the small Buddha hall in the side hall, but now she has been replaced by her.

When she smelled the fragrance of flowers, Pan Yiqian also finished reciting a Buddhist scripture silently, she only got up, took the peony in her hand and sniffed it in front of her nose, her eyes were still faint, and she looked at her heart.

At this moment, the sky has long since disappeared, and the suppressed red light is bewitching, dyeing the sky crimson. Pan Yi looked at it from afar, and always felt as if it was still this time last year, when she was still stealing her grandfather's precious goldfish out of the border house and roasting them.

There is nothing in the palace, it seems that Aunt Ping has taken Miao Zhi out of the palace safely, and now they should have left the city a long time ago!

The flowers in her hand were gently twisted by her, but the sharp thorns on the flower stem had already sprouted bright red blood beads on her white and tender fingertips.

"Oops" exclaimed, the peony fell to the ground, and the petals scattered in all directions. Pan Yi's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he quickly took his fingertips in his mouth and sucked them, and he panicked for no reason.

Didn't Aunt Ping have an accident? As soon as this thought flashed through her mind, she quickly let her suppress it. I really like to worry about it, what can happen to the blue sky and white day, I think at the beginning, didn't she just take four people from the deserted border to Dongyuan safely!

Pan Yiqian no longer thought nonsense, just asked Peaches to clean up the petals that were scattered all over the ground, and then yawned to the couch to make up for sleep, and tossed for so many days, but never slept at all.

Xuande Palace, full of quiet and pleasant.

Qin Guan's eyes were covered with a circle of black blue, and the beard on his chin was already messy after not being trimmed for many days.

The three imperial doctors on the side of the couch took turns to check Yuan Hongxuan's pulse, and they all looked at each other with a shallow smile.

"Lord Qin, the emperor's pulse is strong, his breathing is even, and his complexion has returned to ruddy, not as black and purple as a few days ago. It seems that there is no major problem, and the medicine does work, and the emperor should wake up in a few days. ”

Hearing the three imperial doctors say this, Qin Guan's hanging heart finally let go. He had been here for three days, and he couldn't take his body away from her to see Miss Miaozhi, and he didn't know what was going on with her.

Raised his hand and rubbed his dry eyelids, straightened his robe, and finally left the hall.

"Lin Feng, you take a good look here, if Your Highness wakes up, call someone to inform me as soon as possible."

"Eh", Lin Feng responded, and sat on the seat where Qin Guan was sitting just now.

After the last blood donation of Miss Miao Zhi that day, Pan Yiqian asked someone to carry Miao Zhi to her. His pace quickened a lot, and in a blink of an eye, he arrived in front of the 'Tea Palace'.

"What, you have sent Miss Miao Zhi out of the palace?" Qin Guan exclaimed, his face suddenly solemn.

"Why all the fuss, she begged me, can I not agree? Besides, Lord Qin, didn't you agree earlier? Pan Yiqian didn't think so, only took a delicately made scissors to cut his nails, and finally blew on it.

"What do you really want the old man to say!" The pestle was useless here, Qin Guan stomped his feet anxiously, flicked his robe and turned away.

"Don't send someone to chase you, it's been a few days since you left the palace, the maid next to me knows the shortcut, and you can't catch up!" Pan Yiqian shouted at the back figure by the neck, and I don't know if the person heard it.

Although the time to go out of the city is tight, Aunt Ping is quick in the end, and with the help of the coachman, the food on the road is complete.

In the car, Miao Zhi's face was still pale, lifeless and soft like a puddle of mud. Aunt Ping took half of the elixir living water given by Pan Yiqian, and then lay down her body smoothly.

This elixir was given by the old man's friends in the rivers and lakes, and the effect is remarkable, even if he is seriously injured, eating one can hang his life for half a month. Miao Zhi's body is too weak, and she can only feed a small amount at a time.

The honest coachman Lao Cheng is gathering a pile of dead branches and fanning hard, the fire is he took a lot of effort to light it, in the city home, has been his own mother-in-law around the pot table, but I didn't expect this fire to be quite difficult.

The orange-red flames finally began to writhe towards Lao Cheng, he wiped his face with his cuffs, picked up a porcelain bowl and shouted to Pinggu in the car, "Girl, I'll go scoop up the water and I'll be back in a while." ”

"Got it!" Aunt Ping tucked the quilt corner for Miaozhi and got out of the car with the curtain.

She untied the blood-tonic pill packets she had grabbed from the infirmary on the road and poured them all into the medicine cup by the fire. Although the medicine is not easy to feed, Miss Miaozhi can only drink less than half a bowl after a bowl, but the young lady said that this tonic is better not to be broken.

Pinggu pushed the firewood next to the fire with a wooden stick, and in the beam of light that was slanted down in the woods, a lot of foggy fine dust could be seen.

How did this old man scoop water for a long time, and he didn't come back for so long.

She looked into the distance, pacing back and forth in place, but after another cup of tea, she saw that the fire had died down a lot, and the coachman was still nowhere to be seen.

Aunt Ping was anxious, if she went out to look for someone again, there would be no one to take care of Miaozhi in the car, how would it be good.

Beside the stream across the two ridges, only a broken porcelain bowl lay quietly, but the owner was gone.

"A good man, a good man spares his life! The old man was a poor charioteer, and today he passed by this place and was thirsty before he went to the stream to get water.

I don't have much money on me, and I hope the good man will let me go home."

Not far from the woods, kneeling on the ground with ashes and begging for mercy, who else could it be that Lao Cheng, who had just gone to scoop up water, at this moment he was surrounded by more than a dozen tall men with big knives and faces full of meat, one of whom was wrapped in half a piece of animal skin around his waist, and a leather kettle was hanging on his belt, which seemed to be the head of this group.

"Boss, this turtle has just a few taels of silver all over his body, and there is nothing left next to it!" The man who looked like a little brother blew a blow of wind towards the silver in his palm, and then handed it to the man in the lead.

"You said you were driving a car, and there was a carriage nearby?" The man asked, spitting at his feet, his chin stroking with a gleam in his eyes.

When Lao Cheng, who knelt on the ground, heard this, his heart was a 'grunt'! It's bad, I didn't think this bandit leader was so smart, he only lowered his head, and blamed himself in his heart for talking too much. (To be continued.) )