I went to the temple after traveling through time, and he turned out to be a monk!

After leaving the cave, Wei Liang carried Meng Ying for a while before arriving at the village Heijiawei mentioned.

Meng Ying couldn't open his eyes. He tried his best to maintain consciousness and showed Wei Liang the way, "Go left..."

"Turn around..."

Wei Liang walked slower and slower, unable to lift his feet as he walked, and then fell heavily to the ground. Meng Ying was also thrown to the ground heavily.

The last apricot in my arms rolled to the ground and was stained with soil.

Wei Liang picked up the apricot and tried to stuff it into his mouth, but he had no strength. He chuckled and stuffed the apricot into Meng Ying's mouth.

"Your Majesty...Wei Liang can only accompany you here..."

Then, Wei Liang closed his eyes.

When he was unconscious, there was only one sentence in his mind, "I, Wei Liang, will never make a decision to harm the prince..."

Did he do it?

He wanted to ask Meng Ying, but he no longer had the strength to speak, so he fell into a deep sleep.

The villagers were working at sunrise before picking them up. By that time, Wei Liang had lost his breath.

After three to five days of rest, Meng Ying woke up.

When she woke up, even though the sun was shining brightly, Meng Ying's heart felt like an extremely cold ice cave.

I don’t want to eat, sleep, or move.

When I opened my eyes, I could only see a desolate landscape.

A farmer pushed open the door and came in, bringing a bowl of porridge. Seeing his eyes slightly open, he was overjoyed and said, "My lord, you're awake!"

The farmer helped Meng Ying up and put porridge into his mouth with a spoon, "Your Majesty, my porridge has minced meat and sunflower seeds in it. It's so fragrant! I put it in your mouth two days ago and it all flowed out. Come out, you’re fine now, just wake up and you’ll be fine!”

Meng Ying didn't want to eat at first, but after hearing what he said, her eyes narrowed slightly and she asked weakly, "Can I eat meat now?"

"Okay! I just picked peaches a few days ago, and after selling them for some money, I cut some pork. The pork is so fragrant. The old lady marinated a pig leg to prepare for the New Year..."

As the farmer spoke, his eyes narrowed with laughter. As he spoke, he sighed again, "I'm just afraid that if a war breaks out, this good life will be gone!"

"My lord, do you think we can win this battle? If we can, we will have to pack up our belongings and move away!"

Meng Ying woke up suddenly, her heart hurting.

It was far from the time for him to feel depressed.

Once Meng Yu dies, the Chen Kingdom will be in chaos and the northern border will inevitably invade.

He knows the Northerners better than anyone else. He doesn’t know if his grandfather is still alive, but if his grandfather dies, the Northerners will be like wild beasts that have lost their shackles and no one can control them.

Meng Ying took the porridge from the farmer's hand and took a bite. It had the aroma of lard and just the right amount of salt.

good smell.

Although he couldn't cheer up, he still smiled and said to the farmer, "We won't fight. Just live in peace."

After saying that, I felt guilty again. Can he do it?

He doesn't know the current situation yet. It may be that times have changed and the world has changed. Can he still make promises to others at will?

He finally finished a bowl of porridge and wrote a letter, asking farmers to help deliver it to a merchant ship by the canal, a butcher's house in a nearby town, and a hermit in the mountains.

He didn't know how many responses he would get, or if he might even get no response at all.

But he still waited patiently for more than a month.

A large number of officers and soldiers suddenly came to the village, saying they were looking for someone, and they were obviously looking for Meng Ying.

Meng Ying is missing two toes, one on each side of her left and right feet. Logically speaking, it is not a fatal injury, but the wound has been reluctant to heal. It has become pus and swollen repeatedly. She can no longer use her feet and cannot walk. .

The farmer hid him in a water tank to avoid disaster.

On a hot summer night, fireflies were flying everywhere, and Meng Ying was fanning the cattail leaf in the courtyard.

There was a soft crackle of hay on the roof, and a black shadow fell lightly in front of Meng Ying, kneeling down to him on one knee, "I'm late, please forgive me, Your Majesty!"

The cattail leaf fan in Meng Ying's hand stopped, and he spoke slowly, with a slightly depressed voice, "Shuangyun, raise your head and let me have a look."

Shuangyun's neck was a little stiff, and he slowly raised his head to meet Meng Ying's gray eyes.

Just one glance broke Shuangyun's heart.

The snarled hair, thin cheeks, weak and disordered breathing, lifeless eyes, a pair of swollen and ulcerated feet, and a weak body.

Is this still the same prince as before?

Meng Ying leaned back on the chair and said softly, "I have aged a lot. How many years have it been?"

There were tears in Shuangyun's eyes, and he choked with sobs, "Counting from the year when the prince disappeared to the beginning of autumn this year, it should have been six years!"

Six years!

Meng Ying heard this number for the first time, and her heart trembled slightly, "Six years have passed..."

Over the past six years, he has spent most of his time in a dark room without any light. He has neither seen the sunrise nor the sunset, and he has no idea what night it is.

After Meng Ying finished speaking, she was stunned for a long time. She looked up at the stars in the sky, feeling as if the stars were changing with each passing day.

After a long time, Meng Ying came back to her senses and began to shake her cattail leaf fan gently, "Shuangyun, tell me what is the current situation in the world?"

Just as Shuangyun was about to respond, he suddenly remembered something, "My lord, do you... know that the princess is still alive?"

Meng Ying's hand shaking the fan suddenly stopped, and she sat up straighter, her eyes became sharper, "Seriously?"

Shuangyun was about to respond, but he could predict his next question, so he hesitated again, hesitating and reluctant to speak.

Seeing his hesitation, Meng Ying frowned slightly, a little displeased, "Speak quickly."

Shuangyun thought that he would have to know sooner or later anyway, so he said it out loud, "Yes... she is still alive! But... but..."

Meng Ying was originally happy, but the word "but" made the hairs on his body stand up. He breathed a sigh of relief, "But what but? This is not a good habit."

Shuangyun felt that these words were sticky in his throat, so he gritted his teeth and said, "But the princess...she is married to Zhuo Yao."

The hanging heart fell, but it was shattered into pieces.

Meng Ying was stunned for a moment, and her eyes began to heat up, "Uh...well...times have changed, and remarriage is inevitable."

"No... Your Majesty... That's not the case. It's because the Princess has a brain injury, lost her memory, and forgot about you. She married Zhuo Yao without knowing it!"

Shuangyun felt that there was something wrong with the order of his narrative, which could be called a logical confusion.

Although she was still married, Shuangyun's words still gave Meng Ying a little bit of relief, but it was not enough to make him happy.

Shuangyun became anxious again and began to vomit, "Your Majesty, although the princess is married, the prince is still alive!"

Meng Ying picked up the broken heart again and pieced it together, her eyes wet, "Really? He's a son..."

"Yes, he is in Shangbeicheng, very safe!"

"Your Majesty is still alive, just paralyzed in bed, but the Queen and Mei Boyang..."

"Xiao Yang joined the Nanman rebels..."

"Zhuoyao rebelled and is now uniting with Zhuo Ling..."

Shuangyun didn't know where to start for a moment. As the saying goes, things in the world are unpredictable and a mess.

As he talked, Shuangyun almost cried, maybe not because of anxiety, but because of emotion.

He didn't expect that he would see the prince again.

Meng Ying raised her hand and patted his shoulder lightly, "Don't be anxious, speak slowly..."

The summer night was long, and he listened carefully to Shuangyun's words.

Shuangyun kept sighing for as long as he talked. How could it become like this?

As dawn approached, Meng Ying roughly knew the whole story, "Shuangyun, let's go."

Shuangyun's voice had become hoarse, and his eyes had turned red from the emotion he expressed. He asked, "Your Highness, do you want to remove the tanning first?"

Meng Ying felt choked up again when he asked this question. He also wanted to see her, but in the end he only asked, "How is she doing?"

Shuangyun lowered his head, thinking that he had just visited Bai Zhi and Zhuo Yao's newborn daughter a few days ago, and weakly replied with two words, "Very good."

"She's living a good life, so what does it matter if I go?" Meng Ying replied dejectedly, "Go to Shangbeicheng."

Shuangyun agreed and wanted to help Meng Ying up, ready to set off.

Meng Ying suddenly said, "Shuangyun, why didn't you tell the princess about Jing'er's stay in Shangbei City?"

Shuangyun's heart sank and he lowered his head, "Shuangyun is guilty. It's Shuangyun's selfishness. Shuangyun didn't want Princess and Zhuo Yao to be constrained by the people in the north, so she made this move..."

Meng Ying sighed after hearing this, "I won't do this next time."