When the old man He Daoren asked him to pin the blame of the Seventh Princess' death on Ye Qingwan, Zhongyuan Yidianhong felt that he could no longer sit there and wait for death.

So he warned Master He and decided to take Ye Qingwan away and wander around the world.

Go to hell with this plot.

We, the people of society, should live in the present and worry about the future later. If we can't live well now, how can we expect to live well in the future?

He returned to the prime minister's residence and pulled Ye Qingwan out of bed in the middle of the night.

"Honghong, what are you doing?" Ye Qingwan asked sleepily.

As he put clothes on her, he said, "I'll take you on a journey."

Ye Qingwan refused to leave, saying that she would wait until she finished her work.

She went home after finishing her work, and she still wants to cheat me? Liar.

"You can do it later. Just follow me in this life." Zhongyuan Yidianhong pulled her towards the door.

When I met Meng Tao head-on, we didn't get along and decided to fight.

Zhongyuan Yidianhong looked back at her and said, "If you don't come with me, I will die in Meng Tao's hands today."

It froze for a moment, as if making a very difficult decision.

Until Zhongyuan Yidianhong started fighting with Meng Tao, although his martial arts skills were not as good as Meng Tao's, he was better in lightness skills and had not suffered any loss for the time being.

But you can't just rely on hiding in a fight, strength is the bottom line.

The current situation is that Meng Tao can make countless mistakes, but if he makes one mistake, his life may be gone.

Ye Qingwan was in the corridor, watching Master Meng Tao slap her with his palm, directly breaking off a corner of her roof. Although Honghong dodged it, her arm was scratched by the broken tiles.

She was so frightened that she almost shouted several times: "Run away."

Why are you fighting with the master chef? You can't beat him?

But he just wouldn't run away. He would fight even if he couldn't win. No one could take Ye Qingwan away today. Even the King of Hell couldn't do anything about it, he said.

Ye Qingwan stood in the corridor, anxiously waiting until his father came over: "Dad, please ask the chef to stop. Honghong can't hold on any longer."

Xiangguo suddenly stuffed a bundle into her hands and said, "Go out with him and hide for a while. Leave the rest to Dad."

Ye Qingwan was confused. Why did one or two of them want her to leave?

But she didn't have time to think about it. Seeing that Honghong, the stubborn donkey, was about to be beaten again, she quickly took the bundle and said, "Then take care of yourself, Dad."

After saying that, he shouted to the stubborn donkey: "Honghong, get down quickly, we are leaving."

You are so timid usually, what the hell happened today?

Zhongyuan Yidianhong listened, dodged Meng Tao's attack, rushed down quickly, picked up Ye Qingwan, turned around and flew away.

Meng Tao wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by the Prime Minister: "Stop right there, old man. I only have this one daughter, are you going to force her to death?"

Meng Tao was stunned for a moment, and his face suddenly turned ugly: "I didn't, I wasn't, don't talk nonsense."

Then he secretly pulled him aside and said, "Why are you panting so hard? I have to act like a fool. If I wanted to hit that brat, I would kill him with one slap."

The Prime Minister had an expression that said, "That's pretty good."

Zhongyuan Yidianhong carried Ye Qingwan on his back and jumped on the roofs of other people's houses. Soon they were out of the city.

Ye Qingwan hugged his neck, her face hurt from the wind. Why are you running so fast?

Is there a ghost chasing you?!

After running a long distance in one breath, Zhongyuan Yidianhong finally stopped.

He looked back at the capital city which had been left far behind, and then he felt relieved.

He has run so far that even ghosts can’t catch up with him, let alone He Daoren.

Section 259

"Let's stay here for tonight, and we'll go buy a carriage tomorrow."

Ye Qingwan looked at the tree trunk which was not very thick and felt a little worried. What if someone fell down in the middle of the night?

Even if you don't fall, what if there is a snake on the tree?

She is most afraid of snakes.

Just as she was thinking about how to express her concern tactfully, Honghong suddenly jumped to her side and hugged her.

The bedding had already been spread out on the lawn under the tree. It turned out that he had just gone down to make the bed.

Put her in: "Go to sleep."

I sat on the lawn next to me, with my back against a big tree, my legs crossed and looking straight ahead, with no intention of sleeping.

Ye Qingwan reached out and tugged at the corner of his clothes: "Honghong, don't you want to sleep?"

"You go to sleep. The quilt is small and can't accommodate two people. I'll just lean on it for a while."

Honghong said this, grabbing her outstretched arm and tucking her back into the quilt.

It's easy to catch a cold when the dew is heavy late at night.

Ye Qingwan moved aside to make room for him: "There's room for you to sleep."

Honghong looked at her, then looked in the direction of the capital. He Daoren should not be able to catch up, so she said, "Okay."

Then he spat out the grass in his mouth and crawled in.

The quilt was really small, and Ye Qingwan was squeezed out by him, shivering with cold.

He took a look, reached out and pulled her back, and the two of them squeezed together again and again, and finally managed to fall asleep.

Ye Qingwan yawned, buried her face in his neck, and fell asleep.

He didn't dare to sleep much, for fear that the bastard He Daoren would come to cause trouble, and only took a shallow nap near dawn.

After sleeping for a long time, Ye Qingwan suddenly felt a little hot. She stretched out her limbs from all four corners to cool down.

"Awake?" Zhongyuan Yidianhong walked over and pulled her head out from under the quilt: "Get up and have lunch."

Lunch?

Ye Qingwan was blinded by the sunlight and squinted her eyes: "What time is it? Have you had lunch yet?"

Hong Hong said nonchalantly: "If you don't get up, it will be time for dinner soon."

Ye Qingwan then sat up and looked at the sun, which was almost setting. "I slept for so long? Why didn't you wake me up?"

"What do I ask you to do? There's nothing waiting for you to do, why do you have to get up?" Honghong said as she served her porridge.

Ye Qingwan was stunned. It made sense. I had already left the script aside and was wandering around the world. Why should I get up?

What's wrong with me sleeping in?!

"Come, have some porridge." Honghong handed the bowl to her.

She reached out to take it without thinking, and it instantly became hot, but she couldn't bear to throw it away: "Hot, hot, hot..."

Honghong quickly blew at its hand, and then the two of them frantically shouted and called out before they finally put the bowl safely on the ground.

Her fingers were scalded and red. Honghong blew on her fingers a few times, then grabbed her hand and put it on her earlobe.

His earlobes were very cold, and his fingertips instantly felt icy cool, so he no longer felt hot.

"Is it still hot?" Honghong looked at her and asked, her eyes particularly bright.

"It's not hot anymore, but it's red. Your earlobes are so big." She leaned over and pulled them curiously. They looked like Maitreya Buddha.

With this little chubby face, it looks even more like them.

Hahaha!

Honghong gently slapped her hand away: "What do you know? My mother said that only blessed people have big earlobes. Look at you, you are so skinny, you are obviously not blessed."

Ye Qingwan almost died of laughter, and leaned her ear closer: "You are so blessed, share some with me."

Honghong not only didn't think she was childish, she even leaned her ear closer and said, "Okay, I'll give you some."

The two of them rubbed their ears together for a while, laughing as they did so.