Chapter 024 Little Prince
「Sealed File 2-0-0-014: Datong Scholar
In Dongshan County, which is surrounded by mountains and is raised by tens of thousands of people, you cannot look at them, you cannot talk to them, and you cannot recite the words of the saints to them.
Please escape before entering Dongshan County. All explorers except one have died. Once again, please escape before entering Dongshan County!
The intelligence was summarized by the Jiazi Jinyiwei.
The fox ghost was killed by several major sects in Nanzhou, and the Jinyiwei provided support from the outside and tried to learn a few of their tricks.
Since the fox ghost's transformation was discovered early, the matter was handled extremely simply and smoothly.
The Jinyiwei who went out on field missions were still not satisfied after returning. They wished that this kind of thing where someone else takes the lead, everything goes smoothly and they can learn something could happen every day.
But they didn't expect to encounter another big disaster as soon as they came back.
The life of Jinyiwei was busy and fulfilling. Their work was extremely risky and it was not uncommon for them to die without a burial place. Instead, it was surprising enough to see them return after encountering a major event.
The Jia generation are very well-informed, especially when it comes to inquiring about the work areas of their colleagues. There is too much to say, but it is enough to know that their colleagues never came back after they left. Then they will have an idea of the next tasks, such as relocating the surrounding residents or sealing off the colleague's grave.
On the surface, they appear to be very impressive and serious, but in fact, they are all gossip lovers and have very good relationships with their peers.
The fact that Qu Fengyin ran away from Dongshan County and entered Yirenyuan caused a lot of buzz in their small circle.
The news of the fox ghost worshipping the moon was instantly overshadowed by Qu Fengyin's survival. For the first time, Yiren Courtyard welcomed the Jia generation. The explosiveness of this news was almost as great as the young emperor crying and making a fuss because the state teacher did not accompany him. Both made people have a sense of beauty that doubted reality.
People of the Jia generation walked in groups of two or three toward Yiren's courtyard. Everyone wanted to visit this lucky person who had survived the disaster and ask about the secret of escape.
Half of the lucky guy's face changed and the doctor put a mask on him, making the remaining half of his face look more hideous than before.
He sat upright by the window, holding a crumpled ball of paper and muttering to himself. He no longer had the spirit of the past and seemed extremely neurotic.
The desire of the Jinyiwei of the A generation to join in the fun immediately faded, and was replaced by an indescribable complexity in their hearts.
"...Let's not disturb him. Feng Yin doesn't look well." Someone suddenly said.
One of them raised his hand and tilted his head: "The Grand Master is here."
The other man's expression relaxed and he nodded: "It's good that the master is here. Feng Yin will be fine."
One of them quickly shrank behind his peers: "F*ck, I skipped work to come see my good brother! How come the Imperial Master happened to come at this time!"
Jinyiwei of the Jia generation: "..."
They adjusted their positions, covered the unlucky guy who had skipped work, and walked out backwards in a strange combination.
Shen Cuo adjusted the angle of the window for Qu Fengyin. He caught a glimpse of the terrible scene, his eyebrows jumped, and he turned his head away as if he didn't see it. The warm sunlight fell on Qu Fengyin's face.
Qu Fengyin was in a daze and didn't react.
Shen Cuo's gaze could not help but turn to the ball of paper in Qu Fengyin's hand.
He leaned down gently, observing Qu Fengyin's expression, and carefully pulled out the paper that was crumpled into a strange shape. Qu Fengyin's hands were not dexterous, and his attack was rather wild. After his sanity was lost, he lost his mind. Even if he tried hard to recall the original appearance of the bird and restore it, the folding action failed.
All it produced was a weird-looking ball of discarded paper, so crooked that it looked like something indescribable.
Qu Fengyin slowly raised his eyes and looked at Shen Cuo carefully, then let him take it away without resistance.
Shen Cuo smoothed out the paper. The ink on the words had almost faded, and the creases were almost white.
His slender hands were placed on the paper, his nails were extremely neatly trimmed, and he stroked the creases, as if feeling the movements of the person who had folded the bird.
After a moment, a brand new origami bird was born.
Shen Cuo smiled slightly, and under Qu Fengyin's moved gaze, he handed the bird back. His words of encouragement were like a sigh: "Fengyin, get well."
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Yan You didn't feel well.
My whole body aches.
I still feel dizzy.
I have never suffered such pain since I was born, and I wanted to cry on the spot.
The saint treats every child as his own and never neglects them.
At that time, he did whatever he wanted and was extremely lawless. After all, the saint would not go against his own ideals and beat him up.
Therefore, Yan You's pain tolerance threshold is very low. He is the type of person who will cry on the spot if beaten and will cry for a long time.
Then Yan You burst into tears.
The degree of compatibility between this freshly dead body and his soul was the best that Sister Mengpo could find.
But I am still in so much pain because of the mismatch of star points.
Yan You thought desperately: "Do I have to live this rebirth?"
The body died suddenly at night. It was dark outside the window, but there was a lamp on in the room. The lamp holder was made of copper and gold, which showed the wealth of the original owner.
Yan You climbed down from the bed with difficulty. His lips were chapped and extremely dry. He stumbled through the bed curtains and fell on the red lacquered pillar, gasping for breath.
He was in a palace, and perhaps because he was small, everything he saw seemed huge. Under the dim candlelight, the entire palace looked even more majestic and solemn.
Of course, these are not the focus of Yan You’s attention. The focus is that there is a small table in front of Yan You, and on the table there is a teapot with water in it.
It was too painful, this soul-torturing pain was hard to suppress. Yan You always felt that he would die in the next second, even though he knew that this was not possible.
A maid with two buns on her head was sleeping on a small couch outside the bed. She opened her eyes uneasily.
Yan You was overjoyed to see this, and shouted in a voice that looked like he was going to die in the next second: "Water! Give me water!"
Then he watched the maid get up, her face turning pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. She gritted her teeth and ran away from him, even throwing away etiquette in her actions.
Yan You: “?”
Seeing that the maid had no intention of turning back, he felt that if he didn't drink the water, his throat would burn and he would die in the next second.
Yan You had no choice but to swallow his anger and fend for himself. He rushed to the round table, poured himself a cup of cold tea with trembling hands, and drank it, barely quenching his thirst.
The maid didn't notice anything. She didn't even hear the sound of pouring tea or drinking water amid her nervous breathing.
Her steps were extremely fast, and seemed particularly heavy in the empty hall. She had delicate features, but at this moment she was leaning against the carved wooden door with a ferocious look. After a long time, she was able to control her expression.
There were dim candlelights in the hall.
On the window paper, one can see an extremely distorted figure gradually getting bigger.
The maid's lips trembled as she called out tentatively, "Eunuch?"
"Miss Yulan, it's me. I have something important to discuss with you."
The maid's breathing became rapid, her face twisted for a moment, but she finally pushed open the door.
The door was pushed open, and a more dazzling light was lit outside the hall. The strong light rushed into the room like holy light, revealing the kind-looking old eunuch inside. The old eunuch smiled and lowered his eyes to look at Yulan: "That's right, Miss Yulan."
"Eunuch, the little prince is sleeping." Yulan stammered, "Don't wake him up, don't wake him up. The little prince has caught a cold recently and it took a lot of effort for him to fall asleep."
The old eunuch raised his white eyebrows, his smile deepened, and he said softly: "Yes, yes, the little prince sleeps lightly, so we save money."
The expression on his face was humble and respectful, and he even reminded her tenderly, "Come on, come out and talk to us, and be careful with the threshold."
Yulan's face was sunken and her eye sockets were deep. She was like a frightened bird. She nodded randomly, stepped over the threshold nervously, and stumbled behind the old eunuch.
Outside the palace is a small garden. The person who takes care of the garden is obviously not very skilled, and the various flowers are in bloom very decadently, showing a somewhat depressed mood.
The two figures walked across the cobblestone ground and came to a small pond. The surface of the pond was calm, reflecting their faces.
"Miss Yulan, it's great that you can figure it out. The Queen will not treat your family unfairly."
The old eunuch said meaningfully, took out a gold bracelet from his sleeve and stuffed it into the hand of the terrified Yulan. The maid's teeth couldn't stop chattering as she tightly grasped the bracelet.
His skin was wrinkled and his hands were covered with age spots. His rough palm patted the back of Yulan's hand and said, "I went to see your mother. She is alive and well. I asked me to tell you not to worry."
Tears welled up in Yulan's eyes instantly. She tried her best to control her grief, suppressed the sobs in her throat, and thanked her repeatedly: "My father-in-law, you are so kind and virtuous. I have no way to repay you!"
"Oh my, Miss Yulan, we don't deserve it. We don't deserve it," the old eunuch waved his hands hurriedly. He took out a witch doll from his sleeve. It was wrapped in a bright yellow robe, with its hands and feet tied up. It was bleeding from its mouth and eyes, and needles were inserted into its body. It looked extremely scary at first glance. He whispered, "Miss Yulan, if you help the queen, the queen will help you."
"Your Highness, this Winter Palace... Miss Yulan, you are a discerning person." The old eunuch saw that the maid's face was not good, and said softly: "Water flows to the lower place, and people go to the higher place. This is the common sense of the world. What's wrong with you? Miss Yulan, continue."
Yulan took the voodoo doll with shaking hands, lowered her head and whispered, "Thank you for your teachings, eunuch."
"Well, that's right. Only after you get through this period, you will have a bright future!" The old eunuch nodded with satisfaction and flicked his whisk: "You don't need me to teach you where to put it, right?"
Yulan's face was as pale as paper, and her silent gaze fell on a withered old tree in the southeast direction of the garden.
"Yulan understands." The maid lowered her head and looked submissive, like a statue.
He also understood, but...
Yan You crossed his arms and nodded thoughtfully.
A dragonfly flew across the surface of the pond, causing ripples to sway, and the surface of the pond reflected the depressed face of a third person.
The child looked up at Yulan in confusion, then turned his head to look at the old eunuch inquiringly, full of confusion.
He understood the old eunuch's tactics of coercion and inducement, and also understood the powerlessness of the weak palace maids.
He could understand everything, but there was only one thing he couldn't understand...
——Which bad guy conspired to harm someone in front of the person concerned?
Although he is only 1.3 meters tall, can you at least respect him? He is still here!
Yan You will remember this grudge!
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