Bai Xiaoshu ran wildly on the outskirts of Yanjing with red yeast on his back.

There has never been a time when he longed for power so much at this moment. His sister's life and death were uncertain in order to replace him, and the only thing he could do was to run and not hold his sister back.

Sweat flowed down my forehead, and it dried quickly in the early winter night.

Cold and heat, ice and fire, urgency and anxiety.

At this time, the city gate was closed, and he was not familiar with Yanjing, so he could only look for the official way.

It was Hongqu who weakly pointed the direction for him.

"This way, on the left."

"Xiaoshu, take a rest for a while, I can do it by myself."

Finally, they came to the foot of Xiangji Temple.

Bai Xiaoshu put the man down, wiped his forehead with his sleeves, and supported his waist. His voice was hoarse, and he called out: "Red yeast..."

He wanted to speak but stopped.

Hongqu blinked her eyes and bit her lower lip, "Xiaoshu..."

Bai Xiaoshu took a deep breath and made a decision, "Knock on the door later and hide in the temple. I...I want to find my sister."

He spoke very quickly, as if he was afraid of losing his courage, "I only have this one sister. She was only born a little earlier than me, but when something happens, she is always the one standing in front of me. I

As a man, I can't be willing to be protected like this. This time, it's me to find her and protect her. Don't blame me."

Having said that, Bai Xiaoshu had turned around, his back looking lonely and determined.

Hongqu suddenly hugged his waist from behind, feeling relieved.

Before that, she was still troubled by contradictions in her heart.

On the one hand, Baicao Shi was both a benefactor and a friend to her, and she was unwilling to disregard her friendship and escape alone; on the other hand, she was examining Bai Xiaoshu, the man who had just revealed her feelings for him, if

He is a person who only cares about himself when a crisis comes, so is he worthy of being entrusted? He can give up his own sister, but who knows that one day he will not give up on her?

Fortunately, Bai Xiaoshu has his choice.

"Xiaoshu, please come back safely."

Bai Xiaoshu turned her head and brushed her fingers through her slightly messy hair, "Okay, I promise you."

Immediately, he walked into the darkness again.

He ran very fast, racing against time, but he knew that he was not alone.

**

Bai Xiaoshu returned the same way, towards the direction of the ancient house in the deserted village.

About half an hour later, he heard the sound of horse hooves and the noise, and saw the torch shining like daylight.

That's the army?

Is this coming an enemy or a friend?

Rubbing his eyes hard with both fists, he saw Zheyu.

"Brother-in-law!" He rushed over.

Zheyu, who was talking to Fu Sheng and the city defense army, saw Bai Xiaoshu. "Why are you here? Your sister is here for you?"

In just two sentences, Zheyu restored the truth of the matter.

Bai Xiaoshu hoped from the bottom of his heart that his brother-in-law would give him a good beating to make him feel better. With a flat mouth, he still asked: "Where is my sister? Have you found her?"

Zheyu looked at the mess on the ground, his heart hanging tightly, "I'm late."

Dazhonglou came over lamely, with no part of his body intact, "Sir, Mrs. Keke was... taken away."

He was taken away by an ordinary-looking man from four masters and a silver-haired man. These words cannot be said right now, as they are related to the reputation of the wife.

Zheyu squinted his eyes, and a cold light flashed past him.

"Eunuch Fu, please take them back to heal their wounds. Please leave some of them for me to track down Shishi."

"Brother-in-law, I'll go with you." Bai Xiaoshu, filled with self-blame, volunteered.

Fu Sheng's eyes shrank. He was going to restore the emperor's life, but none of the killers were caught. Who will bear the emperor's anger? "This... Young Master, you are also injured. At least go back and bandage it." ."

The bandaging is fake, but taking the blame is real.

Zheyu raised his hand with an unmistakable look on his face. That aura of a superior person made even the first eunuch who had been in front of His Majesty for a long time feel scared.

"No need to say it. I don't have to be the minister of Taichang Temple, but I have to find someone."

He pulled two horses over, handed the reins to Bai Xiaoshu, and flew up. He greeted the crowd, "Follow me, drive!"

He took the lead and galloped away like an arrow off the string.

**

It hurts, all over my body hurts!

The bizarre dream was shattered into pieces.

Baicao Shi, who was in a coma, felt as if a pair of hands were trying to strangle her throat.

She couldn't move and had no power to fight back. She was just passively being slaughtered. This feeling was almost suffocating.

Space is still changing.

Drowsily, she seemed to be on a soft bed, but the bed still moved, but it was not bumpy, and the speed was just right.

All of this is real and illusory. She can't tell whether it is a dream or reality?

She finally opened her eyes and saw a pair of beautiful, caring eyes.

Not Zheyu.

He doesn't have the coolness of mountain pines and bamboos.

Only when her vision became clear did she recognize that he was actually the regent of the Song Dynasty.

"Are you awake?" Pei Yuanxian smiled, stood up quickly, and helped her pour water. "Are you thirsty?"

Baicao Shi looked around, and sure enough, she saw the bed curtains above, and a soft quilt underneath her body. However, her body was much cooler, and all of her clothes that were stained with blood were invisible.

Who changed it?

I instinctively thought of it and wanted to hug my arms tightly, but because the wound was affected, tears of pain were about to fall.

She is just like a porcelain doll now, the kind that will break when touched.

"You're all injured, don't move. Whatever you need to do, I'll help you." Pei Yuanxian's voice was gentle, and he was about to drip water.

Baicao Shi stretched out a hand, pointed at the quilt that was almost covering her mouth, and asked feebly in her throat: "Clothes..."

Pei Yuanxian smiled meaningfully, "You were injured so badly that the blood was scabbed on your body, so I had to take care of it myself. This is a unique treatment, but I have never served anyone else."

Baicao Shi believed that being aloof like a regent would always be about bossing others around and would not serve others, but she had doubts in her heart about whether she was worthy of him doing this.

She shook her head.

That feeling of movement came again, so real, right under my feet.

"What... is moving?" She spoke with difficulty, her voice as soft as a sleeping girl.

Pei Yuanxian paced, as if an emperor was inspecting his territory, and the sleeves of his wide robes were covered with flowers. "Shishi, there is no doubt, this is walking. This is my palace, you are the first to sit up." woman."

Baicao Shi frowned deeply. A few sentences contained a lot of information.

Walking palace, was the technology of the Song Dynasty so advanced?

In modern times, Baicao Poetry has been seen in costume TV dramas. The great master of the Sui Dynasty, Yu Wenkai, built a Guanfengxing Palace for Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty. It can be separated and gathered together, and can accommodate hundreds of guards on the upper floor. The wheel and axle moved very quickly and had the power of a god. When Rong Di saw it, they were all horrified.

This is the ancient version of a RV, but more luxurious and elegant.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

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