After becoming a villain, I was forced to save the villain

Chapter 63 The Daily Life of the Poison Empress (63)

Ding Bao's face was as pale as paper, but there was no wave in his heart.

The night is deep and the moon is bright, desolate as water.

Cen Yao strode on the road to Fengtian Hall, followed by a group of soft armor and robed guards in red brocade clothes.

"Master Governor, the entire palace has been sealed off, what should I do next?"

"Every palace, every house is searched carefully one by one. Those who come from unknown sources and those who step into the Muhua Palace will all be sent to the dungeon."

Jiang Chuan hid behind the thatched hut in the back garden, and the heavy and messy footsteps sounded intermittently in his ears. After waiting for a long time, the footsteps became slightly less, but from the vague conversations outside, one could guess that all the gates of the imperial city It's all sealed up.

The winter is cold and bleak, the smell of the hut is not pleasant, and the cool wind "huhu" blows from the lake behind, making it damp and cold.

The silver carp hides here, and one stop lasts all night.

It wasn't until the eastern sky turned pale that the sound of footsteps beside the rockery stopped for a while. Jiang Qian waited cautiously for a while, and he was relieved until all the sounds outside disappeared.

Now that the palace is sealed off, he will definitely not be able to leave at this time, since he can only go back the same way.

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"Your Majesty, there is a maid named Xiaoyu outside the hall asking to see you."

Ding Bao was sitting in front of the vanity mirror in a daze when he heard someone outside the door.

"It's my servant girl, let her in."

"Your Majesty, no one is allowed to enter without the governor's permission."

Ding Bao got up and pushed open the door, and there were two neatly lined Jinyi guards standing under the steps, Jiang Chuan was standing in the middle, still looking ordinary, with a shrunken expression, it seemed that he was frightened by the battle in front of him.

Seeing him like this, Ding Bao cursed in his heart.

"Bengong sent her to the pharmacy room to get the medicine, but she was not allowed to come in. She had to give me the things."

The captain of the guard hesitated, and finally nodded.

"Hurry up."

Hearing this, Jiang Chuan walked up the steps, facing more than a dozen gazes, the two of them faced each other.

Ding Bao took out the medicine box he was carrying with him from his arms, and opened it in front of him.

"Give me the antidote."

Jiang Chuan glanced at her.

"Your Majesty, help me out of the palace."

With a sullen face, Ding Bao muttered in his heart: This is more than the male lead, this is more than the male lead, you can't die, you can't die.

"the last time."

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Year 335 of Gumo calendar, February 21.

There are still three days until the Lantern Festival.

Concubine Zhuang visited her relatives and went south to Zhongdu with a huge team.

They set off three days earlier, and on the night before departure, Ding Bao received the news that Su Xiu had died of illness.

I haven't seen him for nearly half a month. The imperial doctor said that he had smallpox and was dying. The body was cremated and buried on the spot. Ding Bao never saw him.

Inside the Muhua Hall, there was a woman sobbing in pain, the voice was so sad and desolate that one couldn't bear to listen carefully.

Cen Yao stood outside the door of the bedroom, and when the cold wind blew, he pushed the door open and entered.

The sleeping hall was pitch black, with no light in sight.

The desk is next to the window, and the moonlight outside the window is like water, streaming and covering the thin and slender figure.

Cen Yao stepped forward and stood silently behind the woman.

She was still crying, and the sadness overflowing from her voice was extremely desolate. He listened, his thick eyebrows frowned, and his heart was heavy.

"She has been buried, don't worry."

Ding Bao turned his back to him, with his head down, his thin shoulders trembling up and down, under the moonlight, like a sad little beast, suppressing Gu Guji.

"Cen Yao, you said that if a person has no hope in life, what should he do?"

Her voice was low and cool, like fog and cloud, light and heavy like a thousand catties.

(End of this chapter)