"That's it, you can think about it for yourselves!"
"If you have to go, I won't stop you. As long as you can bear the consequences."
Song Yannian winked at Song Yihuan behind King Duan.
Song Yihuan didn't want to cause trouble in front of King Duan, so she dismissed her men.
But Song Li was still inside, so he was worried after all.
Maybe the opposite side is connected to the palace, or even the emperor's residence, so as soon as Song Li went out, he would glare at the old emperor...
No, no, I can’t think about it.
After leaving Prince Duan's Mansion, before Song Yihuan had time to speak, she heard Song Yannian ask: "Where is Song Li?"
Song Yihuan didn't dare to look into his eyes, "We're entering the secret passage, the one to the east."
"I didn't take good care of her. Please punish me father."
Song Yannian shook his head, "She can only go in because she wants to. Don't blame yourself. No one can keep an eye on others for the rest of their lives."
"Although Song Li is young, she has her own ideas and has some means to save her life. Don't worry about it yet."
"You first go to Lao Zhuang to show those girls, and then arrange a place for them. I'll go into the palace to find Song Li. Don't worry, I'm here and nothing will happen to her."
Song Yihuan was still uneasy, but she also knew that this was the best arrangement. After watching Song Yannian leave, she also went to find Lao Zhuang.
But she said that Song Li was walking along the secret passage. She just wanted to confirm one thing now, and that was whether the secret passage was connected to the palace.
If the money from the treasury is lost, the old emperor will definitely get angry, and he will never break his teeth and swallow it like King Duan did.
She had to find an owner for her lost property, right?
I was a little scared, but after touching the remaining six explosive packets on my body, I felt confident again.
Halfway through, I suddenly heard Xiaohua's squeaking cry. When I looked back, I saw Xiaohua chasing after me.
It also remembered what its master said, fearing that something might happen to him, and came to find him as soon as it completed its task.
"Little Huahua, mom misses you so much!" Song Li held up the little flower and kissed her.
"Zhizhi!" Xiaohua also rubbed Song Li's face.
"Did those two tunnels explode?"
"Zhizhizhi!" Xiaohua nodded vigorously.
“Mom’s little flower is the best!”
"Zhizhi!" Xiaohua proudly puffed up her chest.
With the little flowers as company, Song Li felt an inexplicable sense of security in her heart, and the unknown fear disappeared.
One person and one mouse ran quickly in the tunnel. Finally, they saw the edge of the tunnel.
Xiaohua asked Song Li to wait below. He went up to take a look first, only to see that he quickly disappeared into the soil and disappeared in an instant.
"He is really my mother's little cotton-padded jacket. He knows how to protect his mother at such a young age." Song Li was deeply pleased.
After a while, Xiaohua came back, with no fear on her expression, only a little bit of anger.
His hands kept making eating movements.
Song Li immediately understood who it was talking about.
"You said it's Wen Renjie outside?"
"Zhizhi." Xiaohua nodded.
Song Li thought about it for a moment and realized that even Wen Renjie could pass through the tunnel exit.
[The two of them have a very close relationship. 】
[Everyone else treats Wen Renjie like a monkey. Only the lustful King Duan can treat him as a partner and provide him with some help and protection. 】
[What if the reverse is true and King Duan asks Wen Renjie to help him cover up his ugliness? 】
[Presumably Wen Renjie would agree for the sake of long-term interests. 】
She climbed up to the entrance of the tunnel, which was covered with wooden boards. She pushed it up gently with her hands, and the wooden boards opened.
But there was a layer of something covering the outside of the wooden board. Song Li touched it, and it looked like a quilt.
She felt a little unsure inside, holding the poisonous needle between her two fingers. If Wen Renjie thought she was a bad person and wanted to hit her, she would sting him unconscious.
But things went smoother than she imagined.
After taking off the quilt, he found Wen Renjie standing by the bed and watching quietly.
After seeing that the person who appeared was her, surprise flashed clearly in her eyes.
"Hello!"
Song Li chuckled and climbed down from the small broken bed that Wen Renjie had patched.
"What a coincidence! What time is it now? Why didn't you go to school?"
Wen Renjie originally looked indifferent, but he thought of something and his tone became a little gentler.
"It's noon now, I'll be back for dinner."
"Hey, it's already noon! I'm just telling you, why am I so tired? It turns out I'm hungry!"
Wen Renjie's eyelids twitched, and he pursed his lips and did not answer.
Song Li was a little embarrassed.
But he saw Renjie turn around and walk out.
He couldn't bear to be alone in Wen Renjie's boudoir, so he followed him out.
There was a small broken stove with missing legs in the yard. It was leveled with bricks and put into use.
There was a small, chipped clay pot on the stove, and the water was boiling and steaming.
Wen Renjie quickly brought a basin of water to put out the fire.
Then he brought the pottery pot to the table in the room, found two relatively complete bowls, opened the lid of the pot, and poured the porridge with clear soup and water evenly into the two bowls, giving only half a bowl to each bowl.
"Please eat," he said.
Song Li was stunned and felt pity in his heart.
[There are only a few grains of rice in total and you still treat me to it. It’s so generous. 】
[I didn’t expect Wen Renjie to live such a hard life, no wonder he was so thin. 】
Wenren avoided her eyes and said, "Don't pity me. At least I am the prince of Xirong. Although they despise me, they dare not kill me."
"Do you know how many people die every day in this deep palace? They are the real ants."
Song Li nodded: "You're right, thank you for the porridge, I won't be polite to you anymore!"
She took out the beef jerky from her arms and put it on the table, "You serve the food, and I'll serve the dishes. Just eat."
Wen Renjie's eyes moved slightly, but without being polite to her, he picked up a piece of beef jerky and started chewing it.
Song Li's eyes lit up and he also picked up a piece of beef jerky and said, "Cheers."
Wen Renjie cooperated with her childish behavior and bumped two pieces of beef jerky together.
You take one piece, and I take one piece. Soon the beef jerky is finished and the porridge is getting cold.
This time, Wen Renjie took the initiative to pick up the bowl and said, "Cheers!"
Song Li was stunned for a moment, then picked up the bowl and clinked glasses with him.
The two of them raised their heads and poured it into their mouths.
Then Song Li choked, his cheeks bulging.
Wen Renjie had finished drinking, wiped his mouth and asked her, "Isn't it delicious?"
Song Li shook his head and swallowed in two mouthfuls.
Not only did it not taste good, the porridge was not cooked yet, and it was too expensive for the Prince of Xirong!
But seeing how miserable others were, she was too embarrassed to be picky.
Instead, he had to be comforted.
"It tastes good, much better than those that make paste."
"I used to read story books, and the hero or heroine couldn't cook, and every time they had to cook, I thought, isn't this nonsense? Are my eyes getting white? Today I see you cooking, and I am even more convinced. It’s all made up.”
Wen Renjie lowered his head and laughed, and Song Li couldn't help but be a little dazzled.
Wen Renjie looks so pretty when he smiles.
They all say that beauty is born in other people's houses, and today I saw it, and it is true.
When he raised his head again, he had put on that serious expression again.
"Song Li, I know your name is Song Li. I also know that your identity is not simple. I also know that you are approaching me on purpose."
"Now, I'll give you a chance."
Song Li felt happy from the sky, "What opportunity? What do you want me to do?"
Wen Renjie's eyes were firm: "I want you to accept me as your disciple."
