For the next nearly a month, Yan Beidu stayed in the Yanyang Palace, living a life of not going out of the real gate, quietly waiting for Yingzheng to order him to be taken to Yongdu, the old capital of the Qin Dynasty, twenty miles away from Xianyang.

Of course, she doesn't really eat, sleep, sleep and eat these days, but holds an embroidery bandage every day and practices embroidery with her own special set of needles and threads.

The embroidered ones were not big productions such as flowers, birds, insects, fish, clouds, mountains and rivers, but the mysterious runes embroidered by the woman in red that appeared in her mind last time.

Of course, if she could, Yan Bei wouldn't mind embroidering the magnificent clouds and mountains, but when she picked up the needle and thread and thought about embroidering these things, there was a tingling in her brain, and she couldn't let her continue at all.

Only embroidering those mysterious runes can there be no stinging sensation, Yan Bei guessed that these things are also divided into grades, the runes are the lowest, the flowers, birds, insects and fish are higher, and the clouds and mountains are the most difficult.

As a person with zero foundation in embroidery, Yan Bei chooses to listen to the arrangement of his body and start with the simplest.

However, at the beginning, Yan Bei encountered a big problem, she used the kind of linen cloth on the bed curtain to embroider at the beginning, the silver needle fell, the thread was just pulled up, and the linen was broken after a "stab".

At first, it really stumped Yan Bei, because she didn't have idle good fabrics in the Yang Palace, and she knew in her heart how powerful her needle and thread was, so she couldn't find a suitable cloth to practice for a while.

However, this sorrow did not last long, and when Yan Bei rummaged through the cabinets and moved all of Zhao Ji's clothes out, she found that there was a fabric that could barely withstand the power of the silver needle.

That's ...... Fine satin!

Sang took a rag and scrubbed the floor in the hall, and while wiping, he couldn't help but look at Yan Bei, who was sitting on the threshold with a bandage embroidery.

Looking at the ginger satin fragments in the bamboo basket at her feet, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, the Queen Mother may be really crazy, and actually cut the only silk dress in the wardrobe......

"Alas~" Sang sighed, looked at Yan Bei sitting on the threshold with some sympathy, and began to worry about his future.

was worried, the door of the courtyard, which had been closed for nearly a month, was opened by the guards at the door, and the old eunuch who followed Ying Zheng led a small attendant in.

When Sang heard this, he hurriedly stood up, put down the rag and stood behind Yan Bei.

Yan Bei's good dissent with scissors next to him was that his godfather came over in person, guessing that things were not simple, and hurriedly whispered "Queen Mother" as a reminder.

It's a pity that the Queen Mother in his mouth didn't respond at all, and concentrated on embroidering her mysterious runes.

As soon as the old eunuch came in, he was treated so coldly and a little embarrassed, but he still dutifully saluted first, and then spoke:

"Your Majesty has a decree to allow the Queen Mother to move to Yongdu and observe the festival for the first emperor!"

“......”

There was no answer, and the old eunuch coughed embarrassedly twice, but still did not respond, so he had to say it again.

"Queen Mother, Your Majesty has a decree to allow the Queen Mother to move to Yongdu and observe the festival for the first emperor!"

“......”

"Queen Mother! Your Majesty has ......"

"Got it." Just as the old eunuch was about to say another third time, Yan Bei was finally willing to take his eyes off the embroidered bandage.

She glanced at the old eunuch and beckoned at him.

The old eunuch was stunned, not understanding what she meant, and was also a little stunned by her fist that had been spread among the guards, pretending not to see it, bowing his head and arching his hand:

"Now that the Queen Mother already knows, the slave will retreat, and I hope that the Queen Mother will step up her preparations, Your Majesty said, and Lord Meng Yi will personally escort the Queen Mother to Yongdu at noon tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned around and was about to flash people, but unfortunately, he was still a step too slow.

"Eunuch and slow! The mourning family still has something to trust, and they also ask the eunuch to go slowly. Yan Bei shouted.

Seeing that the old eunuch stopped walking back with a helpless face, he got up with a smile, put away his precious needle and thread unhurriedly, and then took off the square scarf that had been repaired on the bandage, folded it carefully, and handed it to the old eunuch.

"Queen Mother, what is this?" The old eunuch was puzzled, and stretched out his hand, but he did not dare to take it.

"This square scarf was embroidered by my own hands, and it was troublesome for the eunuch to hand it over to Zheng'er." As he spoke, he shoved the square scarf into the old eunuch's hand, and helped him close his hand by the way, with a threatening look in his eyes.

Being looked at by this kind of gaze, how can the old eunuch who has already felt Yan Bei's great power dare not obey? nodded, bowed back, and immediately slipped away.

Yan Bei stood in front of the dormitory and watched him leave, only then did he turn around and order Liangyi and Sang to pack up their things and prepare to move the nest.

At noon the next day, as the old eunuch said, Meng Yi, a favorite minister by Yingzheng's side, personally brought someone to pick him up.

The Montessori brothers appear a lot in the script, and in the script that Yan Bei has read, these two brothers are both literate and martial, and they are the right-hand men around Ying Zheng, and at the same time, the two brothers are also very loyal to Ying Zheng.

This clear stance has always been against the heroine in the script, and in the end he ended up dying in a different place.

Yan Bei led Sang He Liangyi out of the gate of the Yang Palace, looking at the young man in front of him who was dressed in civilian clothes, dressed plainly, and had a handsome face, he felt his hidden disgust for himself, and his heart that had just been lifted by the escort of the handsome guy suddenly stopped.

Sure enough, none of the people sent by the cheap son to her didn't hate her, and the handsome guy in front of him knew at a glance that he and the cheap son were on the same front, and he didn't know if he could have a good time on the next escort trip.

"Queen Mother, let's go up, it's not too early." Seeing Yan Bei come out, Meng Yi stepped forward and said.

There was no emotion in his tone, but the urging had already shown that he didn't like her.

He has heard a lot of rumors about the Queen Mother these days, and he has no good impression of the Queen Mother, who has caused a huge psychological blow to his own Wang Yingzheng.

Especially when he felt Yan Bei's scrutinizing gaze, he would always think of the queen mother's previous dissolute life, and that feeling, not to mention how annoying it was to him.

Feeling disliked, Yan Bei had already given up defending himself, and sat directly on the paddle, looking at the sky at a forty-five degree angle, looking forward to the free life away from Xianyang after arriving in Yongdu.

Ying Zheng stood on the high wall in front of the palace gate under the hot June sun, looked at the black carriage slowly driving out of Xianyang, and secretly clenched the ginger scarf in his hand.

He watched the carriage depart, and only when he was out of sight in the street did he look down at the scarf in his hand.

There was only a hexagonal snowflake the size of a baby's fist on the square scarf, looking at this snowflake, Ying Zheng felt that what he was holding in his hand was really like the cold snow of winter, and he only felt cool in the scorching sun.

At the same time, somewhere in my heart, an indescribable warmth gradually rose.