The man's square face has two slender eyebrows, although it cannot be called thick hair, it can be regarded as a thick eyebrow.

Song Wu'er covered her mouth tightly, her eyes staring directly at the approaching man, completely stunned.

Who is this guy, wasting a righteous and awe-inspiring face in vain, and laughing at himself with an almost obscene expression at this time, I don't know and think that the fool at the head of the village ran into the palace by mistake.

But then again, how could he know himself, could it be that Fang Xixi was really mad and frenzied to get a palace guard, planning to catch a traitor in public?

If so, the joke should not be too much. Song Wu'er cautiously stared at the man's arms, his palms slowly groping along the wall behind him.

She vaguely remembered that there was an iron rod that had been used to light the fire that seemed to be right in front of her.

"Miss Song, if you obediently listen to Lao Tzu's words, take off your clothes and squat in this corner, I will not hurt your life, we will also take advantage of things, professional ethics are still there, you better not play tricks in front of Lao Tzu, otherwise you will ......"

Before the man's mouth could finish the words, a crisp "bangbang" suddenly sounded in his ears. The sharp pain on the head seemed to be a sticky liquid. Song Wu'er was so mischievous that she stuck out her tongue at him, and the black lacquer stick in her palm was aimed at the man's neck, and only the heavy sound of objects falling to the ground could be heard outside the small dilapidated courtyard, and several crows fluttered their wings and swept past the treetops.

There is nothing to be afraid of when he smashes people unconscious on the spot, Song Wu'er has done too much, leaned over and gently picked the face of the man who fainted to the ground with his hand, looked at it carefully for a long time, and sighed helplessly.

"If it weren't for your conscience, you still know the rules, this burning stick will hit you directly on the head!" Song Wu'er whispered a few words to the man who was paralyzed on the ground, rubbed his palms stained with ash, got up and walked towards the courtyard gate.

"Come on, seal these mansions quickly, and don't let even a crow go!"

A loud and steady shout came from the direction of Linghua Palace not far away, and dozens of bean flames struck Song Wu'er's side at an extremely fast speed, and the momentum seemed to be unkind.

The left foot that had just stretched out of the courtyard door was suddenly withdrawn, and Song Wu'er was so puzzled that she rushed to the big hole between the walls, panicking in her heart.

What a big deal happened in the palace, and he actually mobilized many guards to run to block the territory, wouldn't they all come for himself?

The command voice full of male wild atmosphere was not like the lazy and shrill voice of the eunuch, and Song Wu'er expected that the palace guards should be ordered to find something, and suddenly felt a little bad.

She decided to go to Fangzhi Palace to beg Niangniang to call the shots, and by the way, she took this opportunity to ask why she wanted to harm herself in the final election. But now that he is alone with a man, if he is seen by everyone, he is afraid that he will not be able to tell with a hundred mouths.

Even if someone was willing to believe in her innocence, the crime of attacking the palace guards would be enough for her to sleep on a thatched mattress for a month in prison, and even if Concubine Shu had the heart to help, she would not be able to ease the emperor's face.

After thinking about it, it was decided that it would be better to escape first, and as for Fang Xixi's conspiracy, it would not be too late to mention it after the wind calmed down.

Song Wu'er was so anxious that she counted the five lights at the entrance of the cave, and finally found an unguarded forest path, and ran straight forward without looking back.

It was already late at night, and with the still bright moonlight, Song Wu'er could barely make out the shadows of the trees that flashed from time to time on the way to run. For a while, he forgot where he was, and just ran desperately.