As soon as Meng Fuyao landed, she did a somersault in mid-air and caught An Mei in her arms. Landing lightly on the ground, she looked around. It seemed to be a deserted palace, empty and devoid of people. Although there were people cleaning the place, the tools were crude. Old buckets, brooms, and other miscellaneous items were piled up in the courtyard and houses. It seemed to have been unused for a long time. It was a quiet place.
The Imperial Palace had always been a place that wasted resources the most. You could find an empty house anywhere. She looked at the badly burned An Mei in her arms and heard the whistles and pursuers outside the walls. It was no longer possible for her to bring An Mei out of the Imperial Palace, so she decided to rest here and wait for him to wake up before coming up with a plan.
She dragged An Mei into the palace. When they passed by a flowerbed, An Mei suddenly woke up. He tilted his head to look at the flowerbed, then pushed her away and struggled to enter. When he entered the flowerbed, his legs gave way and he tumbled in, crushing a large number of flowers. He reached out to pluck something from the flowers and put it in his sleeve. Meng Fuyao followed him. "Why did you ask me to pluck anything? Why do you have to do it yourself?"
"The roots of the tiger staff and snow grass need to be uprooted. You might not be able to do it well." An Mei collapsed in the flowerbed, gasping for breath. Meng Fuyao looked at the miserable flowerbed beneath him and said thoughtfully, "I have a friend who loves flowers and plants. In winter, he would make purple grass wear cotton-padded jackets. Anyone who touches his flowerbed will be hunted down. If he sees you like this, he will definitely want to kill you."
"You mean Zong Yue, right?" An Mei suddenly laughed. "Does he have the ability to kill me?"
Meng Fuyao looked at him and said slowly, "It's hard to say. Let's not stay here. Let's go in."
She helped An Mei into the room. In just a short while, the blisters on his palms had all burst open. His skin was festering, revealing his tender red flesh. It was a ghastly sight. The clothes on his back were burnt and stuck to his skin. He must have been seriously injured. She turned to look at his back. How could he still think of such a beautiful body at such a time? What a pity. Suddenly, she recalled that the arrow had clearly pierced through An Mei's back. Such an injury should have been fatal. Why did An Mei's injuries not look like he was about to die?
She leaned over to take a closer look, but An Mei used her hand to block her. "That arrow just now only passed through my clothes. I knew he had this skill, so I was naturally prepared."
Even so, the fire was still burning on his back. No matter what, it was inevitable that he would be burned. The inner force carried by the arrow must have been damaged, right? She wanted to check An Mei's injuries, but An Mei avoided her. "I'll do it myself."
She raised her eyebrows and said, "I have good medicine!"
The Dark Enchantress ignored him and took out the medicine from her pocket.
Meng Fuyao was so angry that she laughed. "Fine, fine. You don't need medicine. I'm just being nosy."
She moved a few empty buckets over and placed them in front of him. "I'll block you. Don't worry about me peeping." She turned around angrily. 'Assassins have so many eccentricities. Pfft, what's there to hide? I've already seen your whole body.'
Lord Ingot crawled out of her arms slowly and squatted on her shoulder to look behind them. Suddenly, he patted her on the shoulder.
She turned around and saw that the stubborn guy had fainted again. The bottle of ointment in her hand fell to the ground. She sighed and muttered, "Why didn't you surrender earlier? Stupid child, why are you being stubborn with King Meng? "
She picked up the jade bottle containing the ointment and placed An Mei on the ground. She then tore open his shirt without any hesitation. His back was covered in blisters and his skin was red. Fortunately, it wasn't as serious as his hands and had yet to fester. She tried the ointment and found that it was cool and smooth. One look and she knew that it was indeed a top-notch medicine. It seemed that a beauty's beautiful back could still be maintained if she took good care of it. She carefully applied the ointment and frowned at the same time. She clearly remembered that the fire had started on his back first. Why wasn't the injury as serious as his palm?
But now was not the time to think about that. Pervert Meng did not even have time to admire An Mei's naked back. She heard a password and footsteps outside the palace walls. Someone was heading in their direction.
She looked around and saw a pile of buckets that took up half the room. Without hesitation, she dragged An Mei inside. Along the way, An Mei seemed to sober up once and whispered, "Where are we hiding …" "Latrine pit," Fuyao answered. An Mei seemed to tremble. She waited for him to struggle, but there was no movement. She turned around and saw that he had fallen asleep again.
"So obedient …" Fuyao sighed. "He's much more obedient than Zong Yue. If he were here, he would have killed me before committing suicide."
After she dragged An Mei into the bucket, she carefully stacked it on top of one another to prevent it from pressing on An Mei's wound. Just as she finished hiding, she heard the door being knocked open and a group of people rushed in. The person in front shouted, "Search! Search the palace! The assassin is most likely still inside!"
The guards responded loudly. Their footsteps dispersed and they split up to search the rooms. The light from the torches moved quickly on the floor, illuminating the brooms and dustpans.
"Check the east room," someone said. Three or four of them rushed into the house while the rest waited at the bottom of the stairs. They were very cautious, the tip of the spear in their hands constantly poking at the cracks of the bucket to confirm if there was anyone inside. Meng Fuyao frowned, knowing that things would not end well today. She quietly pulled out Shitian with one hand and held onto An Mei with the other.
They hid in the innermost corner of the room, where there were the most buckets. They were piled up all the way to the corner of the room, leaving no space for them to stand on. The armed guards checked one by one and were about to enter when one of them suddenly laughed. "How can anyone stand in there? Just one is enough. "
The rest of the people also stopped and said with a smile, "Then you go and smell more."
"Stupid monkey, you're still pretending to be obedient after taking advantage of us." The man laughed and scolded. Then, she heard the sound of footsteps approaching.
Fuyao raised the dagger in her hand without a sound.
The man poked at the gaps of the buckets one by one, causing them to sway slightly. Fuyao frowned and looked up. She was a little afraid that the buckets would fall and smash An Mei's wound. She quietly reached out and shielded his head.
Suddenly, a spear pierced in!
It went straight for An Mei's heart!
The tip of the spear was as bright as snow, gleaming coldly. The faint yellow light from the distant torch shone over.
Fuyao's Shitian was about to rise!
An Mei suddenly opened his eyes!
His gaze was even brighter than the tip of the spear, shining in the darkness like a leopard hunting in the forest. He reached out and blocked Fuyao's hand.
Then, he raised his head and raised a finger.
In the darkness, An Mei, who had just woken up from his serious injuries, raised his finger at the spear that was about to pierce his heart.
The tip of the spear stopped.
The sharp edge of the sword was only a few millimeters away from the Dark Charm when it stopped abruptly. The guard, who was half-bent over, had his back to the crowd. His gaze changed, and then he pulled back his sword.
As he pulled, he turned around and laughed at his companions. "Damn it! There's nothing here! "
Everyone sighed. The guard outside said, "His Highness, the Prince Regent, is in the palace and hasn't slept yet. Since there's nothing here, let's go to the Hanying Pavilion next door."
The guard dragged the spear and walked back, cursing, "The smell here is so strong. What a waste of my effort." Suddenly, he leaned forward and stood up, cursing, "To hell with the rats!"
Now that everyone had left, he kicked the ground with the tip of his foot and hurriedly ran out. The light of the torch drifted across the bluestone ground and gradually disappeared outside the palace gate. With a creaking sound, the palace gate closed and darkness fell.
Meng Fuyao let out a silent sigh of relief in the darkness.
She was not afraid of breaking in and out of the palace. Although the God-Stunning Arrow was a little scary, it was still possible to escape. But now that An Mei was seriously injured, it was almost impossible to break into the palace with an injured person under the Prince Regent's watch. 'Sigh, this guy is a burden.'
She heartlessly shirked her responsibility, but she did not realize that she was not the one who was implicated …
The voices gradually faded away. The palace was spacious, and they would not return in a short time. Fuyao calmed herself down and put away her dagger. Feeling An Mei's hand on her wrist wet again, she quickly pulled his hand away. "Relax, it's okay."
"Do you have a spy in the palace?"
An Mei looked at her with a look that said, "You're an idiot. If you don't have a spy, why would I break into the palace?" Fuyao looked resentful and muttered, "Didn't I just come in without a spy?" An Mei retorted with a look that said, "That's because you're lucky."
Fuyao could not be bothered to exchange glances with an injured person. Moreover, the two of them were in a heavily stacked bucket, which was not a good place to chat. Moreover, An Mei's clothes were disheveled. His back was gone, and he barely covered it with the front of his shirt, revealing his smooth and elegant shoulder lines. His undamaged skin glistened in the dark, and his muscles and bones were as beautiful as a work of art. Squeezed in the narrow darkness with such a half-naked man, Fuyao felt extremely uncomfortable. She pushed the bucket away and climbed to her feet. "Let me see what good stuff your spy left behind."
As she stood up, she suddenly felt that something was amiss. She subconsciously turned to look at An Mei, but he was still hidden behind the bucket. Fuyao desperately tried to recall what had happened in that flash of light, but it was completely gone. After thinking for a long time, she still could not give up. She went to the corner where the guard had stepped on and found a small pouch in the gap of a bucket. She took it back and handed it to An Mei. Opening it, she saw a waist token, a map of the palace layout, a map of patrol routes, a map of the changing of shifts, and instructions. There was also a piece of paper that she could not understand. It was probably a secret communication signal.
Fuyao sighed. "Sigh … why didn't you leave something to eat? It's useless."
Lord Ingot rubbed his belly, expressing his deep approval.
An Mei kept the pouch and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing. "Can you move these buckets away now?"
Fuyao kicked Lord Ingot with the tip of her foot. "Hey, Rat, I remember you once rolled a stool for your master to sit on. It was good and fast. A stool and a bucket are almost the same. Could you please roll away?"
Lord Ingot kicked An Mei with his claws. "Squeak, squeak, squeak …"
An Mei looked at the pair of unscrupulous master and pet and decided not to say anything. He leaned against a bucket and lay down. Fuyao beamed with joy and praised, "Good, easygoing kid! You're so much better than some people! "She leaned close to him and asked," You know Zong Yue. Are you here to save him? "
An Mei closed his eyes and said after a long time, "I advise you not to be meddlesome. It's not that easy to save Zong Yue."
Tears streamed down Fuyao's face. "Actually, why would I want to save that Mongolian doctor? He's evil, vicious, picky, and a neat freak. Everyone in the world is dirty, but he's as clean as snow. He's so clean that he can't wait to wash the air three times. Anyone who stays by his side will feel like a pig rolling in a mud pit. I'm not a masochist. Why would I want to drag such a person around? "
An Mei raised her eyes and glanced at her. Her glass-like eyes scanned her face and said: "But your actions seem to be asking for abuse."
Fuyao was so angry that she gritted her teeth. "You're completely different from him in every aspect except his most vicious one. He was born with a long, thorny tongue and poisonous teeth."
An Mei stopped talking and changed the topic. "Not only is it difficult to save Zong Yue, but it's also difficult to do anything under Xuanyuan Cheng's watch."
Fuyao was silent. She knew that Xuanyuan Cheng was probably more difficult to deal with than Zhan Nancheng, who wasn't particularly talented and was especially paranoid. He was also more powerful than King De, who was also an important official of the Imperial Dragon family. Above King De was Zhangsun Wuji, who was the number one black-bellied person in the world. Xuanyuan Min, who was above Xuanyuan Cheng, was unheard of.
That year, Xuanyuan Cheng had staged a coup and single-handedly led to the succession of the throne. He killed the heir, Crown Prince Wen Yi, and made Wen Yi's youngest brother, the Eighth Prince, the emperor. Perhaps because the Eighth Prince was too old to control, the Eighth Prince died within two years. Xuanyuan Cheng then chose a sickly child from a distant branch of the royal family to take the throne. From then on, the Regent's throne was firmly established for generations to come.
If this was the usual tactics of a politician, then Zong Yue's background and the underground forces he had painstakingly built up over the years with the help of the Medical Saint showed that he had never once given up on regaining the throne. However, he had yet to succeed and had even been kidnapped. Fuyao knew Zong Yue's capabilities and knew that he wasn't an easy person to deal with. From another perspective, Xuanyuan Cheng was indeed a character.
Tonight, he had almost taken her life. Although she had been careless, it was clear that this refined prince was ruthless.
"No matter how hard it is!" Fuyao was born to face difficulties head-on. "If he dares to touch even a finger of Zong Yue's, I'll kill him!"
An Mei looked up at her, but before she could express her feelings, she heard him say shamelessly, "If Zong Yue is dead, where can I find expensive medicine to eat? If Zong Yue is dead and my dentures fall out, who can fix them for me? "
…
Lord Ingot, who was squatting by the side, held his forehead. 'Poor Mongolian doctor, he's just a medicine box and a dentist …'
An Mei was silent. After a while, he turned around and turned his back to the shameless sleeping man. Fuyao lay down far away from him, wanting to rest. After a while, she heard An Mei's heavy breathing in the darkness. She could not help but get up and touch his forehead. She thought about how easily a burn could get infected. She then looked at his wound. The ointment was really good, forming a layer of white foam on the surface of his skin. It didn't seem like a big problem, but An Mei's face was slightly red and his breathing was unstable, as if he was running a fever.
For a burned person, the heat poison would attack the body and cause both qi and blood to be weak. Thirsty, feverish, restless, and delirious were all possible. Fuyao looked at the damp limestone floor awkwardly. It was early winter, and this secluded corner of the palace never saw sunlight all year round. The Yin energy underground was very strong, and it was not a good idea to let an injured person sleep on the ground. It would be even worse if he got infected. After some thought, she got up and began to dismantle the pails. She removed the hoop and removed the wooden planks. She chose flat ones and carefully scrubbed them with water from the well. Then, she put them back together, straightened the hoop, and used her inner force to thread the iron wire through the wooden planks. After a whole hour, a 'pail bed' took shape. She took off her jacket and laid it on the bed, carefully moving An Mei onto the bed.
As soon as she moved, An Mei woke up and grabbed her wrist. "… What are you busy with?" he asked in a low voice.
Meng Fuyao wiped her sweat and smiled. "Getting a bed for you to sleep on."
An Mei stared at her flushed face. His eyes flashed, and his gaze softened. He pulled her over and said, "… You should rest too."
'Pail bed … I don't want to sleep on it!' Meng Fuyao was resentful, but she did not dare to struggle free from An Mei's grasp. The burn on his hand was already festering, and if she were to break his skin … She shivered and obediently agreed. "Alright." She climbed onto the bed stiffly and slept next to him.
An Mei pulled her to her side and said, "Aren't you cold if you take off your robe?"
Meng Fuyao hugged her shoulders. "I'm a strong person."
Before she could finish her sentence, a piece of clothing appeared on her body. Upon closer inspection, it was only half a piece. An Mei was sleeping on his stomach, and the remaining piece of clothing was draped over her shoulder. Meng Fuyao held on to that piece of clothing in a daze. Honestly speaking, it did not serve to keep her warm, but somehow, as she held on to that piece of black clothing, she could feel its smooth and heavy texture in her palm. The silk was cool and as slippery as a fish, as if it would swim away carelessly. On the other hand, her heart was warm and beating calmly, as if it would never change even before the collapse of Mount Tai.
The night breeze knocked on the window, and the dark room was silent. The man and woman, fully clothed, lay on the 'gong tun' bed. Under the dim light from the torches and palace lanterns, they sat and slept in silence. After a while, the one who was sitting gradually tilted his body. The one who was sleeping gently pulled her down and covered her with the piece of clothing. He leaned against her, and the two of them fell into a deep sleep.
Meng Fuyao closed her eyes hazily for a while.
In her dreams, Lord Ingot was pacing back and forth in front of her, playing with his mask under the candlelight. She was dazzled by the light and waved her hand impatiently. "Rat, you're so annoying."
The scolding woke her up. Seeing that the sky was already bright, she got up. An Mei was still asleep. Looking at his cracked lips, she knew that people with burns and fever were the most prone to thirst, so she fetched some water to feed him. She placed An Mei's upper body on her knees. Although he was seriously injured and weak, his lips were still as red as fire. Clear water dripped from his lips, like dewdrops hovering over a rose, making him look even more gorgeous. She stared at him in a daze, and could not help but stretch out her finger and gently brush it across his lips.
Instead of the rouge she had imagined, her fingers were clean. She smiled and shook her head. 'Are all the men in the world so fond of putting on makeup like Master Rabbit?'
Her finger brushed past An Mei's lips and paused. Just as she was about to lift it up, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
An Mei had woken up again. He leaned on her knees and stared at her quietly. His glass-like gaze was somewhat illusory. She felt a little guilty and wanted to retract her hand, but An Mei did not let go. He grabbed her hand and looked at it carefully against the light, as though he was admiring the beautiful outline and the whiteness of her fingers. He stared at it in a daze, then suddenly brought her fingertip to his mouth and bit it lightly.
"Ah!" Meng Fuyao quickly retracted her hand. "Why are you biting me?"
An Mei turned his face to the side. In the morning mist, his eyes looked like a silver lake shrouded in smoke. They were deep and vast, flickering with the golden light of the sun and the silver light of the moon. From Meng Fuyao's angle, she could see his straight nose and well-defined lips, glistening like a rose. The wild beauty that belonged to the alien race was like the most beautiful painting in the white mist. It was so beautiful that it made one's heart beat faster.
Speaking made one's heart beat faster. Speaking made one's heart beat faster.
"If you touch me, I'll bite you," he said calmly.
Meng Fuyao was speechless. After a while, she swung her hand and walked out in large strides.
"Where are you going?" The person behind her asked with his eyes closed.
"Since you can bite people, you can probably protect yourself. I'll go find some food and salt. I'll be right back."
The person behind her did not speak. After a few steps, Meng Fuyao was still worried. She turned back and asked Lord Ingot to stay. She caressed his head and taught him some security knowledge. She also used a bucket to block all four sides before leaving. As she walked, she scolded herself for having such a hard life. She still remembered to give him nutrition and fluids when he was such a jerk. What a wretch!
Wretch Meng carried the layout map of the palace and went out to look for food. From the map, it could be seen that there was a large kitchen for eunuchs and palace maids nearby. She evaded the guards and smoothly slipped towards the main kitchen. When she passed by a bamboo forest, she caught a whiff of a strange smell. She did not dare to stop to see what it was and went straight to her destination.
It was still early, so there was no one in the main kitchen. There were some snacks in the cupboard. Although they were not exquisite, they could still fill one's stomach. Meng Fuyao took a piece of each and stacked them properly to avoid being discovered. She also stole some salt and white sugar. The salt would be used to make saltwater to replenish An Mei's fluids. The white sugar was a folk remedy she used to treat burns in the modern world — a piece of tofu and a tael of white sugar. After stirring, she applied it to the affected area to relieve the pain immediately. Although An Mei did not make a sound, Meng Fuyao knew that the pain from burns was inhuman. What if he could not endure it and made a sound? Wouldn't that expose her? Of course, King Meng would never admit that she was just used to feeling sorry for him …
King Meng took the items and thought, 'I heard that burn patients will have difficulty urinating? Hasn't An Mei peed even once? Could it be that she's holding it in? ' She squatted on the ground and started to worry about the problem. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong. 'Sigh, if only I had some rhubarb and borneol to clear away heat and detoxify. Do the imperial physicians have any?'
After thinking for a while, she decided to go to the imperial physicians to look for medicine. She saw a jar under the Eight Treasures Shelf with the words "tofu" written on it. She was delighted. No wonder she could not find it. It turned out that he was hiding here. She reached out to move it, but it did not budge.
Was there a jar in this world that she could not move?
Fuyao was infuriated. She yanked with all her might, and the jar was dragged over to her, along with the object behind it into her arms.
The rich and noble fragrance of cosmetics, the soft and fragrant slender waist, and the elongated moans of excitement.
Fuyao's mind went blank. Instinctively, she wanted to kick it away. Suddenly, she realized that she had pulled the radish too hard, causing the whole Eight Treasures Shelf to shake. There were many bottles and jars on it. If they were to fall, it would be a disaster. She quickly reached out to support the shelf. She used one hand to grab a bottle that had fallen, one leg to stop a jar that was about to hit her head, and the other to kick a chili bottle that was about to hit her nose …
When a person's hands and feet were used for something else, the ownership of her body basically belonged to someone else.
The "other" person's face was glowing, and she smiled sweetly. She raised her head and rode on Fuyao's body. She was very pleased with herself for occupying the ownership of Fuyao's body. She ignored the bottles and jars that were about to fall on her head. She pinched her fingers and sang softly, "Hooray … Do you like my 'Lotus Sitting on the Ground' style?"
Fuyao supported the shelf with her left hand and grabbed a bottle with her right. She used her left leg to block the jar and her right leg to kick the chili bottle away. Panting, she answered, "I don't like it! I like the old man pushing the cart style! "
"Oh, a new trick?" The beauty clasped her hands together and supported her cheeks innocently on Fuyao's chest. Her fingers were still drawing circles on Fuyao's chest. "What kind of posture is this?"
Meng Fuyao ruthlessly smashed all the bottles and jars on her thighs onto his head. "This style!"
'Damn it, hold on to my chest. I'm still in my puberty period. It wasn't easy for me to grow to a 34B. If you squash me to a 32A, how am I supposed to live?'
Bottles and jars came crashing down, but the beauty easily caught them with a flick of her sleeves. She continued to sit on Fuyao's body and placed the vegetable, vinegar, and chili jars on Fuyao's chest. "How does an old man push the cart?"
Fuyao was furious.
'Kind people get taken advantage of. I don't dare to fight here arrogantly, but you've become worse. Well, since you found out, I'll take you back to serve me!'
She grinned and reached out to choke the beauty's throat. "You have two choices. Follow me or be killed by me. Choose."
The beauty's lips twitched. Fuyao loosened her grip and heard him say, "Why are they both dead ends?"
Fuyao's eyes flashed. This time, she did not look ferocious. She put him down properly and said, "Alright, stop playing. This palace is too small to see you twice in one night. Tell me, what do you want?"
Xuanyuan Min smiled at her. "What do you want? To the Imperial Physician's Bureau? Do you think Xuanyuan Cheng is a pig? He's sure that you're not out yet and that you're looking for food and medicine. He's already stationed troops in the Imperial Physician's Bureau and all the kitchens. This kitchen is located in the West Six Palace and is the lowest grade one. The leader of the imperial guards simply forgot about it. Once he remembers it, you won't be able to escape. "
He smiled again and said, "Our Prince Regent's means are very gentle. The assassin we caught yesterday did not shed a single drop of blood. He was steamed directly in the steamer." He pointed in the direction of the bamboo forest. "Do you smell it? Isn't the smell special? He doesn't steam them every day. He steams one a day and rotates the location. He'll probably steam them all the way to the cold palace by tomorrow. "He glanced at Fuyao." You must be fresh and tender when steamed … "
Only then did she realize what that sour smell was. She could not help but feel disgusted. Pinching her nose, she frowned and thought about it. She knew that Xuanyuan Cheng was meticulous and ruthless. He would definitely search the palace again. Before An Mei recovered from his injuries, she could not leave him behind and charge in. It seemed like it would be a problem to protect the two of them from the Royal Guards and Xuanyuan Cheng's assassins.
"Then why are you scurrying around here? Are you singing? " Fuyao thought about it for a long time. She stared at Xuanyuan Min in annoyance. She was not worried that he was Xuanyuan Cheng's spy. Was there a need to go through so much trouble? Last night, when she appeared with An Mei, he only needed to shout.
"Life is like a play. What's the harm in singing?" Xuanyuan Min looked at her with a smile. His dark purple nail polish gently stroked her cheek. "I'm still missing an empress …"
Fuyao stood up abruptly. "I'm still missing an imperial concubine!" She kicked him away and walked out.
Xuanyuan Min supported his head with his elbow and lay on the ground. He smiled as he watched her leave. Suddenly, he flicked a wax pellet towards Fuyao's back. She reached out to catch it and heard him say, "When you change your mind, I'll see you in the backyard of Cuifang House."
She stuffed the wax pellet into her sleeves and stormed past the guards to return to the Cold Palace. She carefully examined the mark she had made with her hair on the door before leaping over the wall and passing through.
Once she entered the dark room, she used her eyes to look for the bucket that had been set up earlier. Her heart skipped a beat. The shape of the bucket had changed. She grabbed Shi Tian and walked over carefully, carefully searching for the sound of breathing around her. Her eyes scanned through the gap of the bucket. Indeed, there was no one.
Fuyao's heart thumped. Where did An Mei go? Did she meet the guards? Taken away by Xuanyuan Cheng? 'Sh * t, if I had known, I would never have left him …' She shuddered at the thought of that sour smell.
Just as she was about to run out to find An Mei, she heard a voice above her head. "Come up."
Fuyao looked up and saw An Mei sitting at the top of the bucket pile. There were toilets all around him. It was rare for him to sit in such a dignified manner that the toilet bowl looked like a throne.
Fuyao's heart relaxed, but she was immediately angered. She could not help but grumble, "What are you doing up there? You scared me to death."
An Mei lazily leaned against the wall of the toilet bowl. He raised his chin and pointed to a narrow skylight above the room. "This position is higher than the courtyard door. You can see what's going on outside."
Fuyao climbed up and saw that it was indeed there. She could not help but exclaim, "Now we can predict the enemy's movements. It's such a hidden window, and you're lucky to have found it on your first visit."
An Mei's eyes flashed. He smiled but did not say anything. Fuyao took out the pastries from her bosom and her face darkened. The pastries had all been flattened by Lord Rabbit. They were yellow and green and looked like Lord Yuan Bao's poop. Was this even edible? It was more like a mouse's!
"Damn it, stupid actor!" Fuyao cursed under her breath. An Mei turned around and asked, "What?"
Fuyao shook her head. "Let me fill my stomach first." She passed the pastry over and blinked her eyes, hoping that An Mei's good appetite would reinvigorate her determination to eat this food. An Mei looked at the rotten pieces of pastry and frowned slightly. Finally, she picked up a piece and ate it slowly.
Fuyao cheered with tears in her eyes. Only God knew how ugly this thing was. If it were Sun Wuji fighting Beiye Zongyue and the other nobles, he would definitely not eat it even if he starved to death. The people of the pugilistic world were the best.
They were honest and easygoing. When the pastries were delivered to Lord Yuan Bao, the noble mouse was even more indignant. Its pastries were the finest rice grains, steamed and sun-dried. The palace chefs chose the noblest ingredients and spent countless hours meticulously preparing them. Since when had it ever eaten such snacks? And it had even been flattened into the same yellow and green as Fuyao's poop? Was this for a mouse to eat? It was more like it was for a human to eat!
How depressing … Ever since it had followed Fuyao, its status had dropped, its future had dimmed, and its quality of life had deteriorated day by day …
It had also forgotten that a few days ago, Fuyao had invited it to the Heavenly Restaurant to drink imperial wine and eat bear's paw and bird's nest …
After a long and complicated internal struggle and baptism of thoughts, Lord Yuan Bao finally reached out with his trembling paw and grabbed a piece of "feces". He clenched his teeth, closed his eyes, and stomped his paw, stuffing it into his mouth …
An Mei looked deeply at Fuyao. This was a girl who would never forget the true joy of life no matter how dangerous the situation was. She was as bright, bright, and warm as the sun!
She would be deeply worried, but she would not shed tears or sigh. She would be nervous and rash, but she would be more careful next time. She had all her shortcomings, but she would face them bravely and correct them.
She was afraid of everything that she should be afraid of and guarded against. She would not relax just because she was strong. However, at the same time, she would not forget to look down on them. She was bold and cautious, bold and wretched. She would advance in battle step by step, but she would not forget to relax her and others' emotions without batting an eyelid.
She was strong inside.
Sighing softly, An Mei suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He turned his head and fell silent as a sour smell drifted over from afar.
Meng Fuyao caught a whiff of the aroma as well. She almost couldn't eat anymore, but she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, quickly stuffing the cake into her mouth. Surrounded by danger and surrounded, she was the only one in the group, so she had to conserve her strength.
The two of them sat on the pile of toilets in silence. After a while, Fuyao asked, "Do you know what this smell is?"
An Mei's eyes flashed with a hint of confusion. "I do."
Fuyao looked at him in shock. An Mei's pale face did not waver in the morning light. "I've smelled it since I was young. That's how my wet nurse died."
Looking at his calm expression, Fuyao could not help but ask, "Those are your subordinates. I just heard that Xuanyuan Cheng will steam them to death one by one. Perhaps today, or perhaps tomorrow, they will steam to death in this corridor that looks out from the skylight."
"So what?" An Mei turned to look at her. "Do you want me to rush out and die while steaming them?"
Fuyao was speechless. She did not know how to answer. An Mei was right. He would be throwing his life away if he rushed out. However, she had long gotten used to the deep feelings between Zhan Beiye and the Black Wind Cavalry. She had actually forgotten that the relationship between subordinates in the Five Continents was supposed to be like that between An Mei and his subordinates.
She was at a loss as she mumbled, "I just feel that … I probably can't bear to watch anymore …"
An Mei fell silent. He moved his body with difficulty and slept on the toilet bed behind the toilet bowl. Fuyao turned around to change his dressing. Her fingers moved gently over the wounds that had already healed. Her movements were as delicate and light as a butterfly. It was hard to imagine that someone as fierce as Fuyao could be so gentle and attentive when it came to meticulous matters.
The golden light of the morning sun shone on the side of her face, illuminating her transparent earlobes, the tiny and cute fluff behind her ears, the beautiful lines of her cheeks, the plump and moist lips that were like pomegranate flowers, and the elegant and elegant eyebrows that surpassed ordinary women — all of these were very beautiful, but the most beautiful thing was the focused, serious, and concerned expression in her eyes.
An Mei lay on his stomach and looked at her with his head tilted. His eyes were dark, as if the night had suddenly descended and he was looking at the day through the darkness. The light was so far away.
The movements of the fingers on his back were as gentle as passing through flowers. Or perhaps it was the sound of a stream flowing through the green grass in April in the human world. It was clear and leisurely flowing through the fingers. Or perhaps it was the sound of a flute on a tall building in the countryside. It crossed mountains and leisurely brushed against the ear of the soulmate. It made one's soul tremble. It was shimmering, ironing, warm, flower-like gestures, and the mood of planting flowers.
That kind of beauty, that kind of innate brightness, suddenly reminded him of his own darkness. All the running and chasing, all the blood and killing, all the sword-wielding in the dark, and all the clothes that were stained with blood were thrown all over the ground. He changed his clothes again and again, but he could not change the bloody smell that seemed to penetrate deep into his bones. It belonged to hell, belonged to the night, belonged to the fierce hunting, belonged to the eagle-like spying, belonged to all the extreme opposite of her.
Suddenly, he had the desire to talk.
He spoke in a low voice, and Fuyao stopped.
"You probably think that as a master, I'm too cold and heartless. Actually, I just feel that my life is more important than anyone else's."
Fuyao was speechless. If Zhan Beiye had said this, he would have most likely said, "I'll be happier if all of you are alive!"
"I can only save them if I'm alive. Even if I can't save them, I have a greater chance of avenging them. In the future, their families will be small, and they will receive better financial support. Compared to them, my life is more valuable."
Looking at Fuyao's slightly disapproving expression, An Mei laughed. "I have a servant who is very kind and never leaves anyone. Back then, he and I were being chased by enemies. One of his companions was injured and abandoned, but he refused to give up. In the middle of the night, he snuck back to rescue them. Unexpectedly, that brother of his betrayed us after being captured. Under the orders of the enemy, they tricked him into revealing our hiding place … It was a bloody massacre, and everyone died … He and I fell into a dangerous situation. I was saved, but he was skinned alive. I remember the last thing he said to me when he pushed me into the well to hide … he said … trust … is too extravagant …"
Fuyao did not say anything.
An Mei's words were casual, but it was as if she could smell the rusty coldness and bloody stench of that night. She saw the loyalty and indignation of the man, the cowering of the traitor, and the desperate struggle of the betrayed. She saw the squirming human skin and the young man hidden in the well, his face covered in blood.
"I used to think that trust is a mutual thing. If you're honest, others will treat you with sincerity. In fact, it's often a beautiful dream. Trust that isn't built on the basis of a certain exchange of benefits is mostly a castle in the air."
"Therefore, there is only one relationship between me and my subordinates, Master and Death Warriors. I control their wills, lives, and families. I guarantee that after their sacrifice, I will give them enough compensation. Because of this, they will give me loyalty that will never betray me. Even if it is like now, when I am seriously injured and they are boiling in the steamer, I can still sit here calmly and tell you my past story."
He laughed mockingly and asked Fuyao, "Have you ever thought about what would happen to you and me if they couldn't bear the torture of being cooked and confessed to me?"
Fuyao sighed silently. She had to admit that An Mei and Zhan Beiye were completely different types. There was no right or wrong between them. They were indeed different paths leading to the same destination.
This topic was too heavy. She touched her nose and changed the topic. She took out the wax pill and said, "Xizi said that he can save us, but it seems like he has a condition."
She crushed the wax pill and unfolded the note. A line of words jumped out at her.
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