Ding Bao's face was pale, but there was no ripple in his heart.

The night is deep and the moon is bright, and the sky is as desolate as water.

Cen Yao strode on the road to Fengtian Temple, followed by a team of soft-armored robes and brocade guards wearing red brocade robes.

"Lord Overseer, the entire palace has been sealed off, what should I do next?"

"Every palace, every house, carefully searched one by one, those who came from unknown places, those who stepped into the Muhua Palace, all of them were put into the dungeon."

Jiang Chong hid behind the thatched house in the back garden, the heavy and messy footsteps in his ears sounded intermittently, and after waiting for a long time, the footsteps were a little less, but from the faint sound of conversation outside, it could be guessed that all the doors of the imperial city were sealed.

The winter is cold, the smell of the thatched house is not good, and the cool breeze blows from the lake behind him, which is damp and cold.

The silver carp is hidden here, and one stop is all night.

It wasn't until the eastern sky was white that the footsteps by the rockery stopped for a while, and Jiang Chong waited cautiously for a while, until all the sounds outside disappeared, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Now that the palace is sealed, he will definitely not be able to leave at this time, so he can only return the same way.

——

"Niangniang, there is a maid named Xiaoyu outside the hall who asks to see you."

Ding Bao was sitting in front of the dressing mirror in a daze, when he heard someone outside the door.

"It's the maidservant of the palace, let her in."

"Niangniang, no one is allowed to enter without the permission of the Overseer."

Ding Bao got up and pushed the door open, and there were two neatly arranged brocade guards standing at the foot of the steps, and Jiang Chong was standing in the center, still looking ordinary and ordinary, his expression was a little shrunken, and he seemed to be frightened by the battle in front of him.

Looking at him like this, Ding Bao scolded in his heart.

"This palace sent her to the medicine room to get the medicine, and she was not allowed to come in, so she had to be asked to give me something."

The captain of the guard hesitated, then nodded.

"Hurry up."

Jiang Chong listened and walked up the steps, facing more than a dozen glances, and the two faced each other.

Ding Bao took out the medicine box he was carrying from his arms and opened it in front of him.

"Give me the antidote."

Jiang Chong glanced at her.

"Niangniang help me out of the palace."

Ding Bao strained his face and silently thought in his heart: This is a male protagonist, this is a male protagonist, you can't die, you can't die.

"One last time."

——

In the year 335 of the year of Cummo, February 21.

There are three days left until the Lantern Festival.

Concubine Zhuang is a pro-provincial pro, and she went south to the central capital, and the team is huge.

Departed three days in advance, and the night before departure, Ding Bao received the news that Su Sleeve was sick and died.

I haven't seen him for nearly half a month, and the imperial doctor said that he had smallpox and was terminally ill, and the body was cremated and buried on the spot, but Ding Bao didn't see it.

In the Muhua Palace, there was a woman's sobbing voice of hidden pain, and the voice was sad and sad, which made people unbearable to listen carefully.

Cen Yao stood outside the door of the dormitory, the cold wind blew, and he pushed the door in.

It was pitch black in the dormitory, and there was not a single light in sight.

The desk was by the window, and the moonlight outside the window was like water, shrouding the thin and slender figure.

Cen Yao stepped forward with his feet raised and stood silently behind the woman.

She was still crying, the sadness overflowing from her throat was extremely desolate, and he listened, his thick eyebrows furrowed, and his heart was heavy.

"She has been buried, don't worry."

Ding Bao turned his back to him, hung his head, his thin shoulders trembled together, and in the moonlight, like a sad little beast, he suppressed Gu Gu's loneliness.

"Cen Yao, what do you say if people have no hope in life?"

Her voice was low and cool, like fog and clouds, light and heavy as a thousand pounds.