The road was slippery in the snow, and Zhong Qingye was extremely afraid of the cold. Wrapped in a thick cloak, he walked in the calf-deep snow. He already began to regret running out so hastily.【】
In fact, she didn't mean to push away Black Eagle and run out on her own, but the secret message on the note was too strange, so she had to rush to the place Qi Mu said as soon as possible, and it took half an hour to leave.
As soon as he saw the majestic and honorable palace gate, the wind suddenly picked up, and Zhong Qingye had to turn sideways and duck into a wind-sheltered alley on the side of the road.
The air-conditioning was stinging, and Zhong Qingye shivered from the cold. He sneezed several times in a row, coughed continuously, jumped his feet and touched his hands, and was very busy.
Out of the blue, a hand suddenly patted her shoulder!
Zhong Qingye's whole body was almost frozen, but his reaction was spot on. He bent and twisted almost at the same moment. The white fox-skin handbag fell to the ground with a sound. He grabbed the opponent's wrist and twisted it with his backhand.
His hand went straight to the opponent's neck, and the sharp dagger was firmly held at his fingertips.
Within seconds, the opponent's reaction speed was obviously slower than Zhong Qingye's. Before he could even react, the sharp blade of the dagger was already on his neck.
"Who are you?" Zhong Qingye's eyebrows were sharp. Even though her lips were blue and her face was white, and her whole body was hard to control due to the cold, her speed was still beyond what ordinary people could do. She looked at the man in front of her, whose hair and eyebrows were completely covered with snow.
You're not welcome either.
The man is about fifty years old, his gray hair is covered with large snowflakes, his eyebrows are almost white, his eyes are still bright, and the wrinkles at the end of his eyes are as rugged as the bark of an old tree.
The man's wrist was twisted in her hand, and the slightest movement caused bone-piercing pain. The man's face turned pale, and he tremblingly waved his other hand and said, "Princess, don't you recognize me?"
His voice was very strange. It was not as deep as a man of this age should have. It was hoarse and a little sharp, which gave people a strange feeling.
"Huh?" Zhong Qingye was stunned for a moment. After a while, he didn't recognize who it was. He frowned and shook his head.
The man frowned his eyebrows, and snowflakes rustled down, "I am Fu Yan, Eunuch Fu who is beside the emperor. You have met me in the palace, don't you remember?"
"Fu Yan? Your Majesty?...Qi Mu!" Zhong Qingye muttered a few names, then suddenly remembered something and raised his eyebrows. "Are you the Eunuch Fu who has been with Qi Mu since childhood?"
Probably because he heard her calling Qi Mu by his first name, Fu Yan's eyes flashed with anger, and he nodded without saying anything.
"Why are you here? Did Qi Mu arrange it?" Zhong Qingye asked, but the strength in his hands did not relax at all.
Fu Yan's expression was slightly cold, and he glanced at her, "Didn't you come here because of the message from the emperor? Why did you react like this instead?"
Zhong Qingye narrowed his eyes. The note did say that he sent someone to pick her up. As long as she was near the palace, someone would come to look for her. But Zhong Qingye didn't expect that this person was actually Fu Yan!
This Fu Yan's identity is very complicated. Although he is just an old eunuch, he has a very different identity because he has been with Qi Mu since he was a child. When he was in the palace before, he was the chief eunuch in the palace. Qi Mu had a very strange relationship with him.
, he was like a master and slave, but also like a friend he had made over the years, so in the past, his weight in the palace was heavier than that of ordinary courtiers.
Zhong Qingye had indeed seen him several times in the palace before, but she didn't have a close relationship with him. She intuitively told her that the father-in-law in front of her didn't have the slightest impression of her. What really made her feel strange was that in Qi Mu's eyes, he was different from ordinary slaves.
Same, then why didn't you take him with you and instead stayed in Jingyang City?
Today's Jingyang City is no longer the paradise it used to be for those around Qi Mu. What on earth is Qi Mu thinking about leaving such an old eunuch here?
Zhong Qingye put down the dagger and let go of him, lowered his head to pick up his manuscript, and said with an expression on his face. "Your master is so strange. He went in such a big circle to pass the news to me, and then asked you to do it here."
What does he want to do by answering me? What does it say 'related to Qi Mo' mean on the paper? What on earth are you playing?"
As the former head eunuch, Fu Yan was naturally shrewd and capable, but after all, he was old. Zhong Qingye didn't use much force but hurt him. His face turned pale. When he heard Zhong Qingye's words, he snorted angrily and turned around.
He said angrily: "Want to know? Come with me."
After saying that, she walked forward without stopping, not worrying at all that Zhong Qingye would not follow her. This feeling that convinced her made Zhong Qingye frown.
Indeed, Qi Mu knew her very well and knew that she did not understand Qi Mo's past, so he used this as bait to lure her here. However, no matter what he wanted to do, Zhong Qingye had no reason to be afraid. Since everyone
Now that we're here, why don't we understand why?
Zhong Qingye thought so and stepped forward to keep up with Fu Yan.
The wind and snow were getting worse, and the goose-feather-like heavy snow was flying. Everything in the field of vision became hazy and unclear. The two of them walked in tandem, like strangers to each other, with no intention of communicating.
Fu Yan was obviously very familiar with the surrounding environment. He took her around a few turns and walked out of the alley. In front of him was a slightly familiar street. There was a snow-covered carriage parked and a man wearing a coarse robe.
The boy held the horse's reins and walked around on the ground to keep warm. From time to time he put his hand to his mouth and breathed in. He was obviously very cold.
As soon as he saw the two people walking out, the boy's face turned pale with cold and his face lit up with joy. He hurriedly saluted and said, "Father, you are here."
Fu Yan nodded perfunctorily, walked to the carriage and said without looking back: "Get in the carriage."
He was quite well prepared. Zhong Qingye shrugged his shoulders, coughed vigorously with his head turned, and followed in without any hesitation.
This carriage is obviously for civilian use, and is completely different from the one Zhong Qingye rode in before, but it can at least cover the wind and snow, and is much warmer than the wind and snow outside.
As soon as Fu Yan got in the car, he sat on a stool and closed his eyes to meditate. Zhong Qingye folded his hands into his hands and tightened his neck from the cold, saying nothing.
The boy jumped on the car, raised his whip and gave it a crack, and shouted loudly. The horse neighed slightly and galloped forward.