Qingyan huddled under a table that was more than one meter high and nearly two meters long. She closed her eyes and lowered her head. She held the three children tightly in her arms and listened to the "ding-ding-dong-dong" sounds on the table from time to time.

After the entire ground stopped shaking and there was no sound from the table above her head, she dared to slowly open her eyes and realized that the earthquake had passed for the time being.

She breathed a sigh of relief, patted the backs of Baoqing and Baocheng in her arms, and comforted her softly: "It's okay, it's okay!"

After hearing these words, the two little quails slowly raised their heads and opened their eyes in fear. Little Yinzhen, who was squeezed between the two brothers, cried uncomfortably. Qingyan hurriedly patted the little quail again.

The swaddled Milkman hugged him into his arms.

The delicate and lovely little prince in the past had long lost his princely style and turned into a dirty little dumpling. His fair fleshy cheeks were covered with tears and dust, and his smooth black hair was messy.

The chicken coop, the pearl red rope and the golden bell that were originally firmly tied to the small knob above the head were also missing.

The eldest son of the emperor with thick eyebrows and big eyes looked even worse from the outside. After Bao Qingxu turned six years old in the spring, he had his head shaved and sent to the study room to officially study. After this incident, Dai

The melon-skin straw hat on his head was gone, his round head without hair was covered with dust, and his face was dirty. Only a pair of bright, round, black and white lychee eyes could be seen clearly.

Among the three children, only the little one is wrapped in swaddling clothes, and she is still a white-faced child.

Although Qingyan couldn't see her own appearance, but with the appearance of the two dumplings in front of her as a reference, she felt that she probably looked like a sloppy person running away from home.

Knowing that he was safe for the time being, the little prince hurriedly lifted up his apricot sleeves that had a big scratch and wiped his tears, then moved his little buttocks to lean against his aunt, and asked in a sweet voice with a cry.

: "Auntie, what is earth dragon turning over?"

He was only three years old, and today was the first time he saw such a terrifying scene of the ground cracking and the house collapsing. At this time, the whole person lowered his head and shrank into a small ball.

Qingyan didn't bother to answer the little prince's question. When she realized that the four of them couldn't escape, she took the three children and ducked into the bottom of the long table arranged under the west window.

The width of this long table is about one and a half meters, and it is about four or five meters away from the entrance of the side hall. As soon as a few people got under the table, Qingyan raised her hand and instilled supernatural powers into the entire table.

Now this solid table, which looks like it has been implanted with reinforced concrete, has become a life-saving warehouse for the whole family in this ruins.

Qingyan tried to move her sore legs slightly, but it was too uncomfortable for her to be tall and bend down under the table, which was more than one meter high.

So he said to the two older children: "Baoqing, Baocheng, you two get out of the way. After we all lie down on the ground in a comfortable position, I will tell you what the earth dragon rollover is."

The two brothers hurriedly nodded their heads. Baoqing squatted down slightly, took the little Yinzhen in Qingyan's arms, and then moved Baocheng to the side.

With her hands free, Qingyan took the first step and slowly turned around and lay down on the ground. Finally able to stretch her long legs, she hurriedly called on the children to follow her example and lie down.

After a little tossing, Baoqing hugged Xiaosi and lay on Qingyan's left arm, while the little prince also lay on her right side.

Qingyan looked around at the gaps around her. If she hadn't wanted to leave a large enough vent, and she was worried that the two smart people would be suspicious of the earthen wall that appeared out of thin air, she would have really wanted to use her powers to remove the top of her head and the soles of her feet.

, the three empty surfaces of the right arm are sealed, and I feel safer from the bottom of my heart.

But now that they were lying down, the small open space was enough for the four of them.

The little prince turned his head and looked at the palace blood flowing out on the ground on the right and the messy wood, broken tiles, porcelain, rags...

Tears flowed out of the big eyes of Ruifeng again, and then she turned her head and buried it on her aunt without daring to look.

Qingyan felt Yinreng's little body tremble slightly, and sighed deeply in her heart. She originally wanted to explain to them what an earthquake was, but when her words came to her lips, she changed to something more relaxed: "Baoqing, Baocheng, you two can still do it."

Do you remember how the first Snake Spirit and Scorpion Spirit among the Calabash Brothers escaped from Calabash Mountain?"

"At that time, the pangolin accidentally drilled through Calabash Mountain, and the two goblins were released." The little prince still had a clear impression of the beginning of the story, and said in a low voice.

"Yes, then did the pangolin get crushed under the stone?" Qingyan raised her voice, trying to arouse the little prince's interest.

"Yes, yes, I remember it too! Then the white-bearded old Marfa came flying in the clouds to save the pangolins!" Baoqing hurriedly added actively to the side.

"Soaring in the clouds and riding in the mist?" Qingyan almost laughed out loud. She really didn't know what kind of adaptation the Calabash Baby that Yin Reng told Bao Qing had been adapted into?

But that doesn't matter, as long as it can divert the attention of the two children.

Under the comfort of Qingyan's bright and calm voice, the little prince's mind gradually stabilized and he began to think about other things. He burped and cried, raised his head and looked at Qingyan curiously and asked: "That aunt?"

, are we now being crushed underground like pangolins?”

Qingyan saw that the two children were obviously relieved, and quickly said with certainty: "Yes!"

"Wouldn't it be possible for me to meet the white-bearded old Mafa soon?" Baoqing, who was still thinking about Grandpa Calabash Baby, heard this and asked excitedly.

Qingyan listened dumbly to these words, and for a moment she didn't know how to fool the naive Baoqing.

Yinreng stopped crying completely and said slowly and firmly in a small voice: "No, we will see Khan Ama first."

"Khan Ama, Khan Ama must have come to save us." The little prince raised his sleeves again and wiped his eyes, saying in a low voice.

"Oh, that's right!" After hearing what Yin Reng said, Bao Qing reached out and scratched his bare head with some regret. Although Ama Khan treated them well, he still wanted to see old Mafa with a white beard.

Feeling that the little prince seemed to be crying again, Qingyan hurriedly bent her arms inward and followed the little prince's words and said: "Yes, I also think that your Khan Ama will come to save us soon."

"So let's not fall asleep. Only when we are awake can we hear the emperor's voice." Qingyan patted the two children and said.

The little prince nodded hurriedly. Although he was young, he could still feel that falling asleep was very dangerous right now.

Qingyan closed her eyes lightly and didn't speak anymore. She still didn't know how wide the earthquake was, and she didn't know if there would be aftershocks here. She could only keep a few children awake so that she could take care of them in time if an emergency occurred.

The three of them moved to the corner of the table.

"Hey, why is the fourth baby silent?" Yinreng, who had calmed down, suddenly asked loudly.

Qingyan's heart suddenly pounded, and she quickly said to Xiao Yinyin: "Baoqing, get up quickly and take a look at Xiaosi, what's wrong?"

Baoqing was also excited and hurriedly lowered his head and pressed his round head tightly against Xiaosi's face in the dim light. After a few breaths, he said loudly: "Aunt Erwa, it's okay, it's okay. Fourth baby is just asleep."

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When she heard that little Yinzhen was fine, Qingyan's heart, which had been so high, fell back into her stomach.

There was no water or food at the moment, and she didn't know how long the four of them would be trapped here. She licked her dry lips slightly and said softly to the two children: "You must be obedient and lie down next to me, and don't sleep.

, don’t talk, we need to maintain our strength now and wait for the emperor to bring people to rescue us, you know?"

"Yeah." Baoqing and Baocheng nodded sensibly. Listening to the little baby's snoring, they closed their little mouths tightly and then pressed against Qingyan, quietly waiting for them to sweat.

Come to the rescue...

In the imperial study room, Kangxi was helped up from the ground by Liang Jiugong and sat on an armchair on one side. On the right corner of his forehead, there was a bruise as big as an index finger and a faint bloodshot bruise.

After the dizziness subsided, Kangxi ignored Liang Jiugong's obstruction and stood up from the chair, stroking his forehead.

"Hurry up, go out, gather the guards, and rush to the East Sixth Palace with me." Kangxi said urgently.

Liang Jiugong originally wanted to talk about his wounds and aftershocks, but after hearing the emperor's trembling tone, he swallowed all these words. He ran out as fast as he could to call the imperial guards, and then followed the emperor.

Quickly run to the east.

After Kangxi left the Qianqing Palace, he was observing all the way. He found that the water tanks placed on both sides of the palace road were not shattered, and the gates of the Qianqian Palace were also in good condition. The sadness in his heart became heavier and heavier. Could it be true?

Only something happened to Yonghe Palace? His children were so unfortunate that they were all buried in it? Did God really want him to be extinct?

When everyone ran into the front yard of Yonghe Palace, Kangxi, who had just entered the palace gate, saw at a glance the anxious and red-faced Duan concubine and the palace people in the main palace guarding the ruins of the side hall, but no one came forward.

Helping to move things and debris, only He Zhuer and the eldest maid from Chuxiu Palace lay on the ruins and dug.

Seeing the emperor coming, Mrs. Dong hurriedly ran towards Kangxi.

Buried in this side hall were the prince, Concubine Jing, the eldest elder brother and the fourth elder brother. At present, the life and death of all four of them were uncertain. She, a concubine with little favor, did not have the courage to direct the palace people to save them.

If unfortunately the corpses of several people were dug up, I still didn’t know how the grief-stricken emperor would treat her...

Just when Mrs. Dong was worried and didn't know what to do, Kangxi solved her problem and hurriedly stepped forward and bowed: "Your Majesty, my concubine is here." Please give me your regards.

Kangxi ignored her and before Dong could finish speaking, he walked past her towards the ruins with red eyes.

Liang Jiugong, who was following behind him, was also in tears. With everything collapsed like this, could anyone still be alive?

After walking to the side hall, Kangxi was like a desperate lion forced into a dilemma. He turned around and roared at the servants in the main hall: "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Why don't you hurry up and dig for me?"

! Are you standing here stupidly without eyes?"

Everyone present felt their hearts tremble at the deep fear and anger contained in the young emperor's words, and hurriedly rushed forward to move the things gently.

Mrs. Dong was also frightened and her tears fell to the ground. Her palace had suffered such an unreasonable disaster. At the moment, she could only hope and pray that those noble masters would be fine. Otherwise, she really couldn't imagine the pain of loss.

Will the emperor of the third son be so angry that he goes crazy?

Several guards led by Cao Yin happened to start cleaning up from the entrance of the side hall. Suddenly he heard a very light knocking sound. In order to avoid mishearing, he knelt down and put his ears to the ground.

The faint crisp sound, like metal hitting the floor tiles, came intermittently again.

He immediately stood up in surprise and said to Kangxi: "Your Majesty, there is someone alive about one meter away from the gate."

"Dig quickly, dig quickly." Upon hearing this, Kangxi's eyes instantly burst into astonishing joy.

The unknown is often the scariest thing, and it is always good to have hope...

Cao Yin hurriedly called a few more guards, and together they used their hands to remove the rubble and tiles bit by bit. Only after their hands were bruised with blood did they clean up all the debris at the door.

"Your Majesty, the person has been exposed." Liang Jiugong, who was in front, shouted excitedly to Kangxi on the side.

Kangxi also saw the small half of the light cyan flag that was exposed, and quickly asked the guards to move gently to remove the wooden door that was pressing on the man.

Wu Yashi, who had been pressed to the ground in a dog-eating position for a long time, felt that her right leg was in so much pain that she almost lost consciousness. When the heavy objects on her body were removed, she knew she was saved.

He raised his head slightly and saw the bright yellow trouser legs dangling in front of his eyes. He cried sadly and shouted: "Your Majesty, you have finally come to save my concubine."

When he saw clearly that the woman in front of him with the blue-black forehead smear for confinement was not the little Hesheli he thought but the Wuya family, the joy that had risen in Kangxi's eyes instantly subsided...

Wu Yashi, whose face was scratched with blood from the broken tiles, hurriedly stretched out her hands to grab the emperor's clothes.
To be continued...