Call...... Running to the Badger?

Qingji was a little puzzled when he heard such a strange name, but he still reached out and knocked on the stone wall three times.

"Knock, knock, knock." There was no change except for a brief tapping. Quietly, there was not even a hint of wind, let alone a hunt.

Qingji held his breath and listened for a while, only to hear Yingzheng's increasingly heavy gasp, and there was not even a fart else.

After waiting for a while, there was not a fart, but my legs and stomach couldn't support it first. Qingji had no choice but to sit next to Ying Zheng, stretch his neck long, and continue to look for the so-called Ben Hunt in the surrounding woods.

In her eyes, as the emperor's guard, he must have stepped on the tree by flying the eaves and stepping on the wall.

After about a time of incense, there was still no change in the surroundings, but the voice of the eunuch of the Li Palace came from a distance, Qingji hurriedly leaned down to push Yingzheng, and said anxiously, "Hey, wake up." The wall doesn't seem to be transmitting sound. ”

Seeing that Ying Zheng still had his eyes closed, he had no choice but to drag him into the grass on the side. Gathered the surrounding bushes, just enough to cover the figures of the two of them.

Qingji is not afraid of being discovered by those eunuchs, but it will not be good if the emperor is found fainting here. Qingji shook his head in resignation, then leaned down and stared intently at the eunuchs' shoes through the cracks in the bushes.

The eunuchs showed no sign of leaving, and kept wandering around, as if looking for something.

A few pairs of shoes shook in front of Qingji's eyes several times, and finally stopped when Qingchen was dazzled, and gathered together, as if to discuss something.

Sure enough, soon the voice of a eunuch came. "The emperor and queen should be here, look for it, this is the daughter of the father of the nation. The Father of the Nation said that if we can't find it, we can go to the West Palace to serve. ”

The West Palace is a cold palace, and it is generally uninhabited, so it is not only impossible for the servants to go there, but they will not even be rewarded.

Qingji's expression suddenly became a little strange when he heard this, and he seemed to be holding back a smile.

Good fellow, I came to them specifically, and my father personally ordered it, and it was so... Scary.

Qingji suppressed her smile and pulled a few sticks of grass from the ground, the girl was a little unsure whether her father had come to arrest them, or if she was really worried about their safety and came to them.

The eunuchs seemed to have discussed it again, but decided to look for it in the distance. Several pairs of shoes suddenly walked towards the depths of the path.

Qingji hesitated, wondering whether to take the initiative to meet him.

But if it's to catch them, it's embarrassing.

Qingji glanced at Yingzheng, who was already angry, and decided that no matter what, it was better to save people first. After all, she didn't want to be a widow so soon.

But just as he was about to go out and call the eunuchs who were about to leave, a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Does the Empress want to put Her Majesty to death?"

A voice suddenly sounded behind him, Qingji was startled, and quickly turned around, only to see a eunuch standing behind the two.

The eunuch was over sixty years old, full of vicissitudes, but he still had a hidden edge. Wearing the costume of a eunuch and chief administrator, his status is not low at first glance.

Qingji saw that this person had an elegant temperament, coming and going silently, and he must be strong in martial arts. Suddenly, he was a little lacking in momentum, and asked weakly, "You... Who are you? ”

"Ben Hunt." Ben Yu took care of himself and helped Yingzheng up, and he didn't look back.

Ben Yu quickly carried Yingzheng on his back, ran directly to the other side, and left a sentence, "Hurry up, the Ouchi guards will be coming soon." ”

"Oh." Qingji answered, and hurriedly used light skills to follow. Secretly wondering, is it possible that all the people in Yingzheng are facial paralysis?

Ben Zhen glanced back at the girl in some surprise, obviously not expecting a seemingly delicate eldest lady to be able to work lightly. But then he regained his composure and continued.

"Go to Longqi Palace."

After speaking, he quickened his pace, and in a blink of an eye, he shook off the clear marks.

Qingji saw that reinforcements were coming, and he was not in a hurry. Seeing that he couldn't keep up at all, he simply stopped and walked slowly.

It's noon, and the sun is at its brightest. The whole palace was illuminated with radiance.

Qingji looked at the golden roof, his face a little lonely. Thinking about this vast harem, when will it be the end. The thick palace walls seem to block the warmth from the outside, and what remains inside is only endless intrigues, and... Lonesome.

Qingji remembered that at that time, his father was very strict, but fortunately, his mother loved to take his sisters to the backyard to pick locust flowers while his father was at work. The yellow and small, hooked down with a hook, collected together, and then tied together into a sachet, carried around, very fragrant.

Every time she finished picking the acacia flowers, her mother would tie a sachet for each sister. It is packed with a yellow brocade bag, and these two red ropes are tied around the head. When you sleep, you can put it next to your pillow, the air is fragrant, and your heart is warm.

But now, the sachet is still on the pillow, and the locust tree and happiness are gone.

In fact, Ying Zheng is also a poor person, and it is not easy to be an emperor since he was a child. Hey, why isn't he lonely?

Qingji looked up at the treetops, letting the sun shine on his face, but there was no trace of warmth.

is also a fallen person at the end of the world, Qingji smiled, but he finally had a companion who sympathized with the same disease.

I think we will have to rely on each other for our lives in the future.