On the way to escape, I found a big boss’s mother

Chapter 22 Not my race, their hearts must be different

Noon today.

"Boom!"

A sudden sound of thunder scared Chu Li, who was stunned, to stand up suddenly, feeling frightened and uneasy.

She is now Chu Yan, the folk princess of the Yun Kingdom. She is favored by the emperor because of her brother Chu Li's contribution to building canals. This time she goes to the north to observe the sentiments of the people. The eldest princess, Wanyan Qiyue, uncharacteristically joins the ministers in the court and strongly recommends Chu Yan to accompany her. .

Jun Yan asked for help, saying that he would take the eleventh prince to the north to learn more. Chu Li was worried about Jin Chu, so she specifically told Cai Yi and Jiang Hua, and brought Grandma Sun from the palace to the Chu Mansion, but she always felt Something is going to happen.

Jun Yan was called into Wanyan Qiyue's room, only to find that she was the only one in the room. She turned to leave, but Wanyan Qiyue stretched out her hand and hugged Jun Yan's waist.

"It's thundering outside. I'm so scared. Jun Yan, can you stay with me?"

A cold light flashed across Jun Yan's eyes, and he pulled Wanyan Qiyue's hand away without hesitation: "Princess, please respect yourself!"

Wanyan Qiyue watched his figure disappear calmly, as if the dependence she felt just now had never existed. Listening to the violent storm outside, she suddenly felt that today was indeed a good day to say goodbye.

"Jun Yan, if you knew that this would be the last time you saw me, would you regret your choice today?"

She sat quietly for a long time, and finally called out the secret guard with a very calm tone: "Today is the day, let's send them on their way."

The secret guard cupped his hands and disappeared into the rain.

Queen Lanxuan had just walked out of the Yangxin Hall. The clear sky when she came was suddenly covered by dark clouds. After a thunder, there was a heavy rain.

Lan Xuan's gorgeous and thin clothes were instantly wet. She pushed Qing'er's hand away and walked forward in despair.

I don’t know how long it took, but when I returned to Fengxia Palace, it was already dark.

Lan Xuan leaned against the small table in front of the window and looked up at the gloomy sky outside the window.

She and Wanyan Zong were childhood sweethearts. Even though Wen Nichang was forced to become the queen, Wanyan Zong still loved her very much. To this day, she accidentally saw two juxtaposed cloisonné enamel boxes on his desk.

One of them says "I love Ah Xuan".

She had always known that it contained the portraits Wanyan Zong had painted for her over the years. Whether it was her swinging, admiring flowers, or taking a nap, he liked to keep them in his paintings.

I don’t know when, but there was another box standing side by side next to "I love Ah Xuan".

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened the enamel box. Inside was a portrait of a young woman.

She is writing with her long hair tied up, she is admiring the plum blossoms with a naughty expression, she is holding a lantern during the Lantern Festival, and among thousands of lights, the woman is smiling and full of affection.

The person who painted the painting must have been filled with emotion when writing, so that he could create such a lifelike painting.

Her hands were shaking as she turned over them one by one.

The purpose of leaving her portrait is to record every moment of love, so what is the purpose of painting portraits of other women?
What's more, this woman's origins are unknown, she has stayed with Qin Xuan, and was inexplicably named a princess, even threatening Qi Yue's status!

Even if she doesn't want to, she must admit that even if she uses the beauty-preserving technique, she is still not as beautiful as that fox girl...

After bathing and changing clothes, Qing'er bandaged the wrist that had just been bled and brought the heater. Lan Xuan hugged Xue Li, who had been raised for three years, and drank a glass of Huadiao wine. The sweetness entered her throat and her body warmed up.

Qing'er put a blanket on her and comforted her: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, your majesty attaches great importance to love and righteousness, and will definitely take into account the love between husband and wife who shared weal and woe in the past. When the time comes, I will let that charming girl see who is the original wife!"

Lan Xuan was slightly drunk, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance, smiling sweetly and joyfully: "That's not important anymore." "It's okay to die, but it's a pity that it has stained the peach blossoms here!"

Jinchu suddenly woke up from her nightmare. The sarcastic words of the red-dressed fairy on the clouds were still echoing in her ears, and she couldn't help but shiver.

After moving, he realized that he was not in bed.

The cellar was dark, with only a sliver of light coming from the crack at the entrance.

The soil on the four walls was very solid. I hit it with my fist several times but it didn't move at all.

Jinchu rubbed her head, feeling dizzy and a little nauseous. She used the peach blossom incense made by Wanyan Ping'er last night. She also thought that the incense at Qianfo Temple was smoked by peach blossoms. It really smelled better than other places. Now think about it, that fragrance has a problem.

Jinchu calmed down for a while and stood up with weak hands and feet. The entrance to the cellar was about two feet high from the ground. The walls were bare and there was not even a tool for digging.

Suddenly there was a sound above him, and the sudden midday sun was so intense that Jinchu couldn't help but raise his hands to cover his eyes.

"Smelly girl, look how arrogant you are!"

Wanyan Ping'er was wearing a pink dress with elegant sleeves. Standing next to her were Shang Moqian and Mr. Murong.

"Did you stun me and bring me to the cellar?" Jin Chu narrowed his eyes.

"As expected of the person who could write "Westward Journey", I immediately thought of it. I know you know how to make a three-legged cat and you are born with supernatural powers, but this fragrance was brought by Murong from the Wei Dynasty. It is colorless and tasteless. After using the peach blossom fragrance I made for you, you will lose all your strength."

"It turns out you are a group!"

Jinchu looked at the cold-eyed Master Murong. No wonder she thought he was a little strange when she first saw him. Even the luck on his head was erratic. It turned out that he was not from my race, so his mind must be different!
"What should I do, you stinky girl? You broke two of my ribs by kicking me. What should I do to make your life worse than death, without affecting your ability to write your storybook?"

Shang Moqian knelt down and deliberately dropped some dust, which fell on Jinchu's head.

"Yeah, I originally wanted to kill you and get it over with, but the book you wrote is so beautiful, we might as well discuss it."

Wanyan Ping'er looked down at Jinchu: "If you write a book, you will have food to eat. If you can't write it... just wait for it to be eaten!"

"Aren't you afraid that my mother and Yi Xiu will come back and settle the score with you?"

"Ouch, I'm so scared!"

Wanyan Ping'er and Shang Moqian laughed, "You went up the mountain to pick peach blossoms with us, and accidentally fell off the cliff. It happened that wild wolves appeared in Qianfo Temple recently. By the time we found you, you were completely unrecognizable, with only a handful left. Bones, oh my, it scared the fourth brother even more stupidly.”

Wanyan Ping'er took the whip from Murong Fei and raised a smile: "Thanks to you, otherwise I really wouldn't have thought of such an interesting idea and wouldn't be able to explain it to my eldest sister."

"It is my honor to serve the Ninth Princess."

Murong Fei smiled like a fox, with an unconcealable arrogance on his body.

Jinchu clenched her fists, no wonder her strength disappeared. She wondered if Sister Caiyi could see the flaw, and how sad Grandma Gu and Grandma Sun would be. She had always hoped that Jun Yan had nothing to do with Taishang Laojun, but now she doesn't I hope that, like the immortal in "Journey to the West", he can calculate with just a few fingers that she will suffer such a fate today.

The stone slab was tightly covering the cave entrance again, this time not even a single gap was left. The dark cellar seemed to have turned into a quagmire, dragging and squeezing Jinchu, making her breathless.

Jinchu hugged his knees and huddled in the corner.

"I'm a little koi. I didn't starve to death on the way to escape. I won't die easily...Who is the fairy in red? Could it be that I write too much in my drawing book and even dream about gods?"

(End of this chapter)