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At this time, it was almost dusk, this was Hanzhong, the Qinling Mountains in the north were like a barrier, the Micang Mountains in the south were looming in the clouds and mist, and ginkgo biloba and fir trees were growing luxuriantly on the rolling hills.

Tao Yao led her and the groom on a sheep's intestine path, and few people set foot in these places on weekdays.

The golden leaves cover the hills evenly.

I saw the little princess stepping on the soft yellow-brown soil, as if she had never seen the world, and even though her wrists were tied, she happily grabbed a large handful of leaves, threw them into the air again and again, and then stood in circles among the fallen leaves.

How can anyone be held hostage like this?

Xu Yan said that she had never left the palace, and optimistically told Tao Yao that this was a rare trip for her.

A little girl who has no power to restrain the chicken, can't escape her sight, Tao Yao is a big play, and she still grabs the leaves all the way.

Xu Yi didn't care on the surface, she followed the carriage all the way east without crying or fussing, praying that it would not rain.

At the very least, let the people who came looking for her know where she was.

The vast royal palace was shrouded in an oppressive and terrifying atmosphere.

Ying Zheng has been sitting for a long time, and he is still wearing yesterday's Xuancai.

He didn't feel the bamboo slips smashed out of his hand shake open, and he didn't close his eyes all night, and looked at the drawings of the city gates over and over again.

Under the heavily guarded royal city, no useful information could be found.

His face was terrifyingly gloomy, and the entire chapter platform sank into ice.

Zhao Gao saw Xianyang Ling kneeling and sweated tremblingly.

Zhao Gao hesitated again and again, thinking about Concubine Zheng's situation, he hurriedly took two steps forward, his eyes only dared to fall to the side of Ying Zheng's square diamond robe, and trembled and said:

“…… King, Mrs. Zheng is still in a state of mind, you see ......"

"It's the widow who has failed her."

Before he finished speaking, the dark blue skirt had entered the temple gate.

Zheng Lixiu's eyebrows tightened, she pulled up her long hair, held a bronze long sword in her hand, and as soon as she entered the door, she didn't salute, and went straight to Yingzheng's position.

"Husband, madam......" Zhao Gao hurriedly descended the steps.

"Zhao Gao stepped down."

Zhao Gao glanced at Zheng Li timidly, "...... Promise. ”