Feng Wuxi's heart sank, carrying the kettle, and looked at Li Quan sideways, "What's wrong with Brother Che?" ”

Li Quan looked flustered, and knelt down directly and said, "Your Highness, Taifu...... Taifu is gone. ”

"Smack......

The kettle hooked by Feng Wuxi's fingertips fell to the ground.

She blinked and asked softly, "What does it mean to be gone?" ”

"The slave just sent a meal to the dormitory, and found that the Taifu was not in the dormitory."

"The slave searched around, but he didn't find the Taifu, and the palace people also said that they didn't see the Taifu go out."

Feng Wuxi took a deep breath, suppressed the panic in her heart, and shouted in a low voice: "Shi Ling! ”

There are only two possibilities for the dark guard to leave without alarming him.

First, the people of the Medical Pavilion took him away.

The second is that he left on his own.

In contrast, she hoped to be two.

Shi Ling knelt on one knee and said, "Your Highness, Taifu is out of the palace." ”

Hearing Shi Ling's words, Feng Wuxi's hanging heart let go, and asked in a cold voice, "Can someone accompany you?" ”

"Youqi accompanies Taifu."

Feng Wuxi bent down and picked up the kettle: "Is the secret guard following?" ”

"No, the forbidden army guarding the palace gate said that Taifu and Youqi left the palace half an hour ago, and when Taifu left the palace, he was wearing the outer robes of the guards."

When Feng Wuxi heard this, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Gu Yu took the muddy kettle in her hand and replaced it with a clean one filled with water for her, "Your Highness, Youqi is strong in martial arts, and with him accompanying Taifu, it will definitely be fine." ”

Feng Wuxi felt a faint uneasiness in her heart, but when she thought of Youqi accompanying Xiao Yingche, she forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in her heart and restrained her thoughts and watered the flowers.

The crystal droplets fall on the bright red petals, making the petals more and more delicate.

A breeze swept by, and the droplets trembled and slid down, smashing into the dirt and shattering into a few petals.

Feng Wuxi's heart trembled suddenly, and she lowered her eyes and quietly watched the water droplets continue to drip from the petals, and finally shatter in the soil.

After a while, she handed the kettle to Gu Yu, her cold voice with imperceptible worry, "Shi Ling, go to Taifu's Mansion to see if Taifu has returned to his mansion." ”

As the words fell, she turned and walked out.

The fiery red hem of the skirt slashed across the delicate petals, causing water droplets on the petals to drip continuously.

"Prepare the decoction, if the Taifu comes back, wait for him to bathe."

The cool tail note has not yet completely fallen, and Feng Wuxi's figure has disappeared in the Zhaoyang Palace.

......

Xiao Yingche walked very slowly, although he was in the downtown area, he had a kind of leisurely stride.

He was depressed, and he walked casually, but gradually calmed down.

Qianfeng is prosperous, and the capital is even more lively.

There were a lot of people coming and going on the streets.

The wine girl who sells wine is full of charms, the old man skillfully dips the syrup with his hands, and in the exclamation of the children, he quickly sketches the lifelike sugar man, and the girl who sells wontons carefully wipes the tables and chairs......

The world is full of prosperity.

Blending into the bustling people, Xiao Yingche thoroughly experienced the fireworks among the people.

Among the people who are shoulder to shoulder, there are those who are smiling, those who are sad, and those who are bitter......

All of us are trying to live for the sake of life.

In the depths of the streets, the number of people gradually decreased.

Xiao Yingche went all the way and bought a few ordinary and light gadgets.

Wooden hairpins, copper plackets, mud-pinched rabbits, and shell-worn wind chimes......

In the past, he wouldn't even look at these ordinary gadgets.

But today, he thinks these gadgets are new and rare.

Seeing that he couldn't hold it in his hand, and there was a faint stinging pain in his ankle, Xiao Yingche glanced around.

Qingrun's eyes lit up when he saw the grandmother selling flower baskets around the corner.

Grandma's hair is gray, her clothes are washed white, her chapped ten fingers, holding bamboo strips, interspersed and entangled, and a small bamboo basket appears in her hand.

Xiao Yingche was interested, walked in front of Grandma, squatted down and moved the small bamboo basket, "Grandma, how do you sell this?" ”

When Grandma heard this, she raised her eyes to look at him, only to see a richly dressed young boy squatting in front of the stall.

The cloud-white robe dragged to the ground, stained with mud and bamboo chips, but he didn't care at all.

The waist-length black hair slid down to his chest at will, his long eyelashes like crow's feathers drooped slightly, and his pale face was playing with a small flower basket with interest.

Grandma was stunned.

She had never seen such a noble and beautiful son here.

She was stunned for a moment before she replied, "This small two pennies, big three pennies, flower arrangements and things are fine." ”

Xiao Yingche's pale and slender fingers hooked up a palm-sized bamboo basket, and her lips smiled slightly, "I want this one, is there a slightly bigger one?" ”

As he spoke, he looked at the things in his arms, "I can put these in it." ”

Grandma nodded again and again: "Yes, but I have to trouble the son to wait a while, I'll go home and get it." ”

As she spoke, she pointed to the alley behind her, "It's right there, not far away." ”

Xiao Yingche smiled warmly between her eyebrows: "Don't worry, you can take it slowly." ”

Grandma rubbed her hands, put down the bamboo strip in her hand, and walked towards home on crutches.

Xiao Yingche put the gadgets in her arms in front of her grandmother's stall, fiddling with the wind chimes, and saw an old man who was pinching noodles not far away.

He became interested, stood up slowly against the wall, and walked to the old man's stall, "Old man, can I make a noodle by myself?" ”

The old man nodded with a smile and pushed the dough and tools in front of him, "If you don't understand something, you can ask me." ”

Xiao Yingche sat on the ground and said with a chuckle, "Thank you, old man." ”

The emperor died of illness, and Feng Wuxi lay in the Jiaofang Palace, crying very much.

The little man cried and fainted several times.

The empress died because of her beloved, and she was in a mess, and she couldn't take care of her little daughter at all.

No one in the palace could coax them, and they couldn't even feed the decoction.

Cang Lanxing also tried it himself, and Feng Wuxi, who was in a coma, also resisted him.

He looked at her rapidly losing cheeks, and in distress, took care of her personally.

And what is amazing is that Feng Wuxi, who was convulsing in a coma, actually stopped convulsing in his arms and fell asleep quietly.

She didn't spit out the decoction he fed.

The emperor was buried, and in order to coax her, he learned to pinch the dough and took her to make a noodle empress.

It's just that the noodle man who she cherished for several years was finally destroyed by her own hands in front of him.

The knobby fingers landed on the white dough.

For a while, he couldn't tell whether the dough was white or his hands were whiter.

The old man looked at the dough that was gradually forming in his hand, and smiled lovingly: "Childe, do you want to pinch your sweetheart?" ”

When Xiao Yingche heard this, his movements paused slightly.

Immediately, he nodded slightly, "Hmm." ”

It's just that his sweetheart has no other in his heart.

A moment later, a girl dressed in red appeared in Xiao Yingche's hand.

When he picked up the tool for carving his facial features, he groaned for a moment and then put it down.

The old man looked at him with some confusion: "Why doesn't the son carve his facial features?" ”

Xiao Yingche's long eyelashes drooped, and she quietly looked at the face man in her hand.

After a moment of silence, he put the noodle man down, took out five copper coins and put them on the table, "Old man, this noodle man, can I let you go first?" ”

The old man picked up the three copper coins and handed them to him, "Childe, just two copper coins." ”

"The other three, just trouble the old man to keep the noodles for me." Xiao Yingche's gentle gaze was filled with a little imperceptible bitterness, "Next time, I'll come back and carve my facial features." ”

The old man hesitated for a moment, accepted the copper coin, took out a wooden box, and carefully put away the noodle man, "I set up a stall here every day, and the son can come at any time." ”

Xiao Yingche bowed slightly, leaning against the wall and getting up.

When he stood up, Xinchang's body shook.

The old man looked at his pale face and stood up worriedly: "Childe, are you okay?" ”

Xiao Yingche closed her eyes, eased the dizziness in front of her, and shook her head with a light smile, "It's okay." ”

With that, he leaned against the wall and walked to Grandma's stall.

Grandma had already brought back a small bamboo basket and put the gadgets he had placed in front of the stall neatly into the basket.

Xiao Yingche picked up the bamboo basket and also gave Grandma five copper coins.

Grandma stood up with her face on her face: "Childe, you have given too much." ”

Xiao Yingche looked at her sideways and said softly: "Grandma, next time I come back, you can make another one for me, okay?" ”

Grandma looked at her transparent face and nodded, "Childe, you are not in good health, next time you go out, let someone accompany you." ”

Listening to Grandma's sincere concern, Xiao Yingche smiled in her eyes, and responded with a smile, "Okay." ”

Grandma and the old man looked at his figure slowly walking away, sighed lightly, and continued to do their own thing.

Xiao Yingche had slender fingers, carried a bamboo basket, and walked slightly staggeringly.

Suddenly, there was a very light footstep behind him.