The little white dragon carried him all the way in pain, leaving the masked man far behind him again, but he also lost his way back to Chang'an. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It wasn't until he ran out of the Tiantai Mountain boundary that Lai Xing'er slowly let go of the reins in his hand, led the little white dragon to a small river, and carefully examined the wound on its back buttocks.

Fortunately, the throwing knife was thrown far away, and the tip of the knife was less than an inch deep into the flesh, so it did not hurt the muscles and bones. Rao is like this, and he also makes Lai Xing'er feel distressed.

He brought clean water, carefully cleaned the wound for the little white dragon, and picked a large handful of clover with hemostatic effect to prepare, then gently stroked the little white dragon's silver-like mane with one hand, and with the other hand trembled and pulled out the flying knife inserted in the little white dragon's hips.

The little white dragon's two hind hooves slashed to the ground, but they didn't snort.

Lai Xing'er put the clover in his mouth and chewed it, and rubbed it on the little white dragon's wound little by little, until he saw that the wound no longer oozes blood, and then he threw himself on the soft grass by the river, and cried bitterly.

He thought about it day and night, and his mother, who had traveled thousands of miles and was looking for him, was no longer alive soon after he was transferred to the East Palace! From then on, he was the only one left in this world......

It was nearly dusk, and Lai Xing'er gradually recovered her calm from her heartfelt sadness. He rolled over and sat on the grass, and a cool breeze blew through him, which calmed his mind: Luo San'er waited to see him at the mouth of Duliu Lane, not just to say goodbye to himself, as he himself said. His real purpose was to rush to the Jiucheng Palace by himself and hear the news of his mother's suicide.

Thinking that once the eunuch Xingzang who died under his hands was discovered, he wanted to swallow the green jade card to kill himself, Lai Xing'er suddenly woke up: in fact, all this was a deception carefully set up by Furong.

She had already discovered that Dong Laocheng was dissatisfied with her indiscriminate killing of innocents and deviated from morality, and secretly planted eyeliner beside him, and after revealing the news of his mother's death to herself through Dong Laocheng's mouth, she sent someone to kill him by pretending to be the prison army that was only Li Jinzhong's order, and intended to let herself live. made himself mistakenly believe that Li Jinzhong forced his mother to death, and he had to send someone to kill him.

However, what is the purpose of Furong's intention to force herself to hate Li Jinzhong? Are you going to kill him yourself?

Lai Xing'er wanted to think about it again, but felt that everything had become plausible and vague, and where could he figure it out for a while. He turned his head helplessly and looked at the little white dragon not far away: the little white dragon had been running for almost the whole day, and he was injured again, and by this time he was lying flat on the grass and falling asleep.

Lai Xing'er lay back on his back on the grass, staring at the stars in the night sky with his eyes wide open, and gradually, he also fell asleep.

When she woke up the next day, Lai Xing'er only felt lightheaded, and her whole person was fluttering and unstable, but her legs were like being filled with lead water, and she was struggling. He raised his hand and touched his forehead, it was hot and hot, obviously from the cold.

After a night's rest, the little white dragon had obviously recovered most of his strength, and was standing by the river at this time with his head bowed and drinking water. Hearing that there was movement on Lai Xing'er's side, the little white dragon hissed happily twice, and trotted to Lai Xing'er, snorting softly, showing his closeness to the little master.

Although this horse has not been with him for a long time, he is quite close to him. Lai Xing'er caressed the back of the little white dragon lovingly, and couldn't help but think of the original "chasing the wind", and I don't know whose hands it has fallen into now.

Lai Xing'er rode the little white dragon in a drowsy manner, walked along the official road and horses, and unconsciously deviated from the direction he came, went up against the Weishui, and ran straight to the east.

After walking for almost a day and a night, when he saw the towering palaces of Daming Palace in the distance through a turbulent Weishui, Lai Xing'er was surprised to find that the little white dragon carried himself back to Chang'an. However, this is the east side of Chang'an City, not the north side when it came.

Lai Xing'er sweated all over her body, only to feel refreshed, and the whole person had recovered from the illness. After all, Chang'an is the hometown where he grew up, and now although his mother is no longer alive, in this capital, there are Wu Xiaozhong, Jinping, and Jingxuan...... And so on, people who are kind and caring for themselves are looking forward to their return. By the way, there is also Na Yu, the little benefactor who has repeatedly helped her in times of crisis, in the past three days, I don't know how she has been living in Chang'an, but she has found a place to live?

As soon as he thought of Nayu, Lai Xing'er couldn't help but feel anxious, and beat his horse and rushed towards the Chunming Gate in the east of Chang'an City.

To enter Chang'an City from Chunming Gate and return to Daming Palace, you must pass through the Jinming Gate in the west of Nannei.

When Lai Xing'er rode through the Jinming Gate, he inadvertently turned his head to look at the heavily guarded Nannei, and saw a black figure on the tall battlement wall dangling by.

Lai Xing'er was about to stop his horse and take a closer look, only to see the black figure on the wall of the battlement raise his hand and wave, and a cold light flew straight towards a group of centaurs coming from the oblique thorn......

"Bangbang"

There was a sound of beating in the vicinity, and Lai Xing'er suddenly woke up from his memory, and listened to the number of times the gong sounded, and it was already the second watch.

Today was not his night shift, and the sergeant on duty accompanied the gang elder Huang to play cards, poured a few more burnt knives, and couldn't get up on the old yellow bed. So, Lao Huang squinted a pair of drunken eyes, and casually designated the sergeant of Yuan Xing'er, a young pawn who had a serious crime of bullying the king, to be on duty at night.

Lai Xing'er quickly adapted to life in the barracks in the wilderness. In addition to such a big figure as Empress Zhang, the rest of the people buried in the "Wild Fox Fall" are the lowest palace people in the palace, and the shape and size of each tomb are also similar to the mother's tomb in the pine forest of the waterfall in the back mountain of Tiantai Mountain. Guarding the grave here, Lai Xing'er silently regarded it as guarding filial piety in front of her mother's grave, so she didn't feel that life was difficult.

On the contrary, because he, a popular man in front of the emperor in the Yanying Palace, was relegated to this most unpopular place as an errand boy, and was particularly "cared for" by the gang elder Huang, others were on duty every ten days, and since he hit the "Wild Fox Fall", he would be arranged to go on business trips after dark almost every once in a while. In this regard, Lai Xing'er also did not complain, but the life of day and night made him often recall the days when he first entered the East Palace, because he offended the then foreman eunuch Wang Bao'er, and was specially arranged to be on duty at night. How similar life is to life today! (To be continued.) )