"Sister——"
The man who stumbled over left blood all the way.
The red lines stretched zigzag and spread on the cold and stiff floor. Silver-white divine power rushed out of the blood, and then disappeared into the air, leaving dark traces all over the ground.
"Sister, help...cough, cough!"
"Oh my god, how could my sworn brother be in such a miserable state?"
The woman, who looked much smaller than the man, clearly didn't even turn her head. She was surrounded by strange musical instruments, floating and playing, even though no one was visible plucking the strings, banging the drums, or playing the Qiang flute. But are those actually musical instruments as they are known today? At least part of it.
The woman raised her hand and started to play the strings that had stopped on the side. With just a slight movement, it continued to play on its own. Then she went back to her own business. There was a servant kneeling on the side, but his arms were held high, and there were several books on the plate. His head was buried very low, almost touching his thighs, but he didn't know how long he kept doing this. His body didn't tremble at all, as if he was born like this.
"problem occurs……"
The young man grabbed the hem of her clothes and finally stood up slowly. He was injured somewhere on his body. The girl's clothes were stained with blood stains, but she didn't pay attention and didn't look back. When her "adopted brother" stood up shakily, she shrugged disdainfully and patted the man's head lazily with her backhand.
"No matter what you panic about, it will be fine. They are just insignificant little characters... Have you brought me with you?"
They were just walking down the street without anyone stopping them. You know, these three are important prisoners of the imperial court who have just escaped from prison. But strangely enough, even those people dressed as headhunters didn't give them a second glance.
They all held the silver hand burners - those given to believers by Xiangyin Cult. They regarded them as valuable treasures and carefully put their noses up to smell them. The people in the streets all looked like this, with faces full of intoxication, as if they were carved from the same mold. Speaking of which, it makes people feel a little...disgusting.
"What's going on with these people?" Aoyan was puzzled, "They all look like they're drunk."
When passing by some restaurants, even though there was a smell of batter inside, which clearly told people that the cook had spoiled the food, no one said anything. The guests were eating some raw or blackened food, and occasionally sniffed at the hand stove and used it to serve their meals, without feeling anything wrong at all. The street was very quiet. They had never felt it was so quiet when there were so many people. There is nothing but the bare minimum of necessary communication. Some people even omit these things. If they misunderstand, they just misunderstand. If they are wrong, they are wrong. It doesn’t matter.
This is really incredible.
"I think there must be something wrong with the hand stove." Liu Shenghan thought about it, "Do you still remember the small purses we saw in their hands? There might be some kind of fuel or ointment in it, and the smell it gave off was good. Addiction.”
"It is indeed a proper explanation. This way, it will be easier to sneak into the imperial city."
Bai Ya said this because they had already decided what to do. Whether it is chasing the escaped incense god Gandharva, or continuing to search for Lao Bai whose whereabouts are unknown,
Dad, they all feel that they should meet the mother of the country first. They should explain to her clearly what happened on the road and the ins and outs of it. No matter what, she had helped them sincerely and cared so much about the monarch's safety. Now, since Xiang Shen has run away, he has to tell her quickly.
The security in the palace is no longer so strict, and there are even fewer people there. I wonder if this is an illusion. But after all, this is an imperial palace, so there aren’t many people holding hand stoves and smoking fiercely. They broke in from another place, in broad daylight, and no one noticed. If we were in the Imperial City, we would be caught by patrolling guards and taken away as soon as we walked to the base of the wall and looked up.
They were so lucky to see Matsukawa Yang strolling on the road. Aoyan immediately waved to him, and he was startled.
"Hey, how did you get in?!"
"I came here." She greeted without any surprise, "How have you been doing lately? Where is the Mother of the Nation? How is the Mother of the Nation?"
Songchuanyang looked around and suddenly pulled Bai Ya's sleeves and pulled several people to the corner. Bai Ya didn't know why and looked at this kid angrily. But he was stunned for a moment - it was clear that they hadn't been apart for long, and Matsukawa Yang's demeanor already looked very old. In this kind of maturity, there is more fatigue and sorrow. His eyes were still a little swollen, and it looked like he hadn't slept well.
"Not so good!" Matsukawa Yang glanced at them and complained, but was immediately stunned for a moment, "Eh? Are you missing someone? I remember there was a rude brat with gauze wrapped around his hands."
"He didn't come."
While others were struggling with how to explain, Bai Ya simply said something like this.
"Oh, no wonder it's so quiet."
"You're in a bad mood." Bai Ya said bluntly, "Have you been having a hard time lately?"
Matsukawa Yang frowned: "Don't mention it. Things have suddenly changed recently... The king does not go to court, but hides in the palace every day, never leaving the door or taking a step forward. He used to be very stable, as you all know - suddenly He changed into a different person, he became vicious and violent, even my aunt was beaten, and no one dared to persuade her."
When the three of them heard this, they all felt that the matter was getting serious. I heard from the mother of the country that although there was a big age gap between them, their relationship as husband and wife was very harmonious, and the king treated her very well. Why did he suddenly change his face now?
"what happened?"
"The incense candles...the incense candles are out!"
Liu Shenghan asked: "Are they those soothing incense candles? What's wrong with the ingredients...forget it, maybe you don't understand."
"What do I know? I don't know anything, and no one told me!" Matsukawa Yang cursed as if he was losing his temper.
"Can we go and see it in person?" she asked again, "Has anything happened recently that we need to know about? Please tell us first, so that we can meet with the Mother of the Nation. It will waste the Mother of the Nation's time with unnecessary explanations. , that would be too rude."
When Matsukawa Yang thought about it, this was indeed the truth, and he told everything about what happened in the past few days. Your Majesty's incense candle has been used up for some time, but the incense god has not rewarded him with a new one. I met with him several times and everyone said that the Xiangyin Sect was busy developing another spice. This spice can help people get rid of worldly troubles, forget all sorrows, fill the emptiness with happiness, and heal pain with joy. In order to send him away, he also gave the monarch some experimental spices for emergency use. What's the matter?
Remember to report any good or bad physical reactions to the leader. Although it sounded like... he was using the monarch as a test drug, he was still sent away.
However, the drugs in the experiment naturally have many shortcomings. After a while, the king seemed to have lost his mind. He kept saying that he was dreaming and he hadn't woken up yet. If he doesn't wake up, his real family will be worried. Those incomprehensible words hurt the mother of the country in her ears, but she could not really comfort him. It turned out that the monarch was going to see the leader again yesterday, but the leader said that that was when ordinary people visited Xiangyuan. In the Xiangyin Sect, all living beings are equal. If he wanted to see someone, he would queue up honestly. The monarch's temperament has been unstable recently. He suddenly became angry and refused to get rid of his anger. But in this case, he is still the one suffering.
After listening, the three people realized that except for them, no one knew about Xiang Shen's escape.
Without further ado, they were immediately led by Matsukawa Yang to see the Mother of the Nation. It seems that the mother of the country has moved her residence, and there are no guards at the door. Matsukawa Yang went in and informed them, then came out and let them in directly. Several people were about to salute when they heard the familiar voice of the Mother of the Nation saying, just sit down at the table.
The tone was weak.
The three of them heard his voice before seeing him, and began to search the house with their eyes. After a while, they noticed that the mother of the country was lying on the couch and did not get out of bed. The curtains were closed, but there was no maid around.
"Are you...sick?"
"I'm fine." The mother of the country said softly, "You have completed two tasks and you are still alive to see me now... I am very happy. To be honest, I am really afraid that you will be like the people before and never come back. "
"It seems we came back late." Bai Ya looked at the dirty bed curtains, "You are in a very bad state now."
The mother of the country was silent for a while. The distance from the table to the bed is not far because the whole room is not big. The mother of the country finally sat up slowly, dropped her feet to the ground, and slowly opened the curtain. Her eyes originally fell on the ground, but as the bed curtain was lifted, she slowly and slowly raised her eyes.
Bai Ya and Ao Yan stood up at the same time.
"What's going on?! You, your injuries..."
The mother of the country also seems to be old, more than ten or twenty years old. She should clearly have the face of a girl, but now she is older and more miserable than anyone else. The corners of her eyebrows, nose bones, eye sockets, cheekbones, cheeks, lips... everywhere as far as the eye can see, there are bruises and scars of various sizes and severity, some are green, some red, or purple. This is what people can tell by looking at them, and no amount of makeup can cover up their injuries. The mature charm of the mother of the country is still there, but it makes people feel pitiful and bitter when they look at it.
"Did he hit you?" Jun Aoyan was about to scream, but Shenghan told her to keep her voice down so as not to attract others. Aoyan punched the table hard, almost breaking it.
"I fucking despise men who beat women!" Ao Yan cursed in a low voice, "Such people should die and their country should be subjugated!"
"Don't say that..." said the mother of the country, "He thinks that this is a dream, so no matter how hard he hits me, I won't be hurt. He thinks that he just needs to go to sleep, return to the reality he thinks, and wake up again, and I will be injured." It will disappear and everything will go back to where it started.”
"That's an excuse! Coward! What's the point of expressing anger? What's the point of beating a woman?!" Aoyan scolded angrily.
