Quick Travel: The host guides the villain’s love life

Lin Muan looked at Lin Jiao with a smile, caught a glimpse of the ink on Lin Jiao's hand, and reached out to touch his face.

Lin Jiao looked at Lin Muan with a guilty conscience. Lin Muan smiled and rubbed his face against Lin Jiao's. Now there was ink on both of their faces.

Finally, both of them went to wash the ink off their faces.

After Lin Mu'an became emperor, he never held any banquets for sacrifices or festivals, and naturally he didn't plan to hold any banquets now. They just wanted to go out openly.

Lin Mu'an basically didn't go to the morning meeting. Lin Mu'an was still asleep when Yan Shiji woke up.

Lin Mu'an slept until he woke up naturally. He simply washed up and took basically nothing with him. Jing Miaoyi had already arranged it for them.

It's just that he was leaving the palace and didn't tell Yan Shiji in advance.

He asked Qiluo to stay in the palace to report to Yan Shiji, and went to the palace gate without any attendants.

Lin Jiao and Lin Yi hugged Chang Songyi first. At this time, they were waiting for Lin Muan at the door.

No one except Jing Miaoyi knew about their departure.

Lin Mu'an smiled and looked at Chang Songyi who was standing there holding Lin Jiao. He went over to take Lin Jiao and held him in his arms. He glanced at the long palace road behind him and got on the carriage without any hesitation.

The carriage drove out of the palace and came to the street. Lin Jiao and Lin Yi were very excited, but they had no intention of staying in the city.

Drive straight out of the city and head outside the city.

There are no criminals to catch, so there is no martial law in the city, let alone much control, and you can come and go freely.

As for those who were protecting Lin Muan in the dark, they were all knocked unconscious by the medicine he used and had to sleep for a long time.

Yan Shiji went to court, always feeling flustered, and he didn't know if it was his imagination.

After the morning court, I saw Qiluo waiting outside, and I was confused.

Qiluo told him that today Lin Muan and Chang Songyi took Lin Jiao and Lin Yi to Chang Mansion to meet Bai Zijin and would return to the palace later.

Yan Shiji squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, and his panic became even stronger.

"Then why doesn't His Majesty take you out of the palace?" Yan Shiji stared at Qiluo.

Qiluo was stunned, suddenly feeling something was wrong, and hurriedly knelt down.

"Close the city gate! When did you leave?" Yan Shiji became angry and kicked Qiluo.

Qiluo made a gesture, kneeling and not daring to raise her head.

"You've already left. It's already midnight! Don't close the city gates. Let me search. I will overthrow the capital to find Your Majesty." Yan Shiji clenched his fists in anger, his eyes red.

The ministers went down to court in trepidation, and Chang Yiheng who was passing by was stunned.

From what Yan Shiji meant, Lin Muan should have run away.

The first person they looked for was their Chang Mansion. They said they were coming to Chang Mansion, but they turned over and found no one there.

Chang Yiheng had no idea where they had gone. Lin Muan's portrait was scattered everywhere in the capital.

This search lasted five years. During these five years, Lin Muan lived very happily.

Chang Songyi felt many years younger when he took Lin Jiao and Lin Yi on a trip.

When they fled back then, they kept running towards the south. They felt a little more at ease when they were far away from the capital.

However, Lin Mu'an has not dared to go out on the streets recently. There seems to be a portrait of him on the street, so he simply lives in a small house in the town. After all, it is winter and there is nothing to do when going out.

Lin Jiao and Lin Yi will be six years later, which will be his sixth year out of the palace.

Lin Mu'an no longer looks like the one in the portrait, but to be on the safe side, it's better to go out less often.

"Ah Bao~ Ah Bao, mother bought roasted sweet potatoes!" Chang Songyi happily opened the door and entered the courtyard, holding several packets of oil paper bags in her hands.

Jian Jia followed behind, quickly closed the door, and chased Chang Songyi with an umbrella.

The snow fell heavily, and without covering it, it melted on the body and became very cold.

"Grandma!" Lin Jiao and Lin Yi poked their heads out of the window, stared at Chang Songyi with bright eyes, and shouted in unison.

Lin Muan put away his brush, stood up and came to the window, looking at Chang Songyi with a smile.

"Mom, come in quickly. It's snowing heavily today. Why are you still going out?" Lin Mu'an opened the door and took the oil paper bag from Chang Songyi's hand.

"Young Master, please tell me more about the old lady. I can't persuade or stop you. In order to buy roasted sweet potatoes, the old lady insisted on going there by herself in the snow." Jianjia smiled and put away her umbrella. He lightly brushed the snow off Chang Songyi's shoulders and said as if complaining.

"I've been idle for half my life. I'm finally free. Now I can't be idle anymore." Chang Songyi glanced at Jian Jia and looked at Lin Mu'an with a smile.

"Grandma~" Lin Jiao pulled Chang Songyi's robe and looked up at Chang Songyi with a smile.

"Grandma's little baby, it's cold outside. Come in quickly. Grandma still has snow on her body and can't hold her." Chang Songyi gently touched Lin Jiao's face and led Lin Jiao into the house.

Lin Muan smiled helplessly and glanced at the oil paper bag in his hand.

"Jian Jia, let's go in too. It's very cold outside." Lin Mu'an glanced at Jian Jia and followed him into the house.

Jian Jia nodded and put the umbrella away.

The only person they took with them was Jian Jia. Jian Jia was from Jing Miaoyi, so there was no need to be on guard.

Jing Miaoyi had previously run a small business, so she arranged for Lin Muan to be the boss. His wife suffered a hemorrhage during childbirth and left behind children. He was a wealthy businessman on the outside but a good father on the inside.

Jian Jia has been with her for so long, and she can be considered half a relative. She doesn't have to pay much attention to her outside, so there is no need for her to call herself a slave.

But she will not forget her identity, so she still has a sense of proportion.

"Grandma." Lin Yi was still climbing out of the chair with difficulty. When he saw Chang Songyi coming in, he wanted to ask for help.

Lin Jiao took one step ahead of Chang Songyi and went over to hug Lin Yi down.

"Yi'er is stupid." Lin Jiao patted the ashes on Lin Yi's body and said seriously.

"Yi'er is not stupid, Yi'er is my elder brother." Lin Yi was not convinced and wanted to defend.

He wanted to express that he was an elder brother. Even if he was stupid, he was still Lin Jiao's elder brother.

Chang Songyi smiled, took off his cloak and put it aside, then went over and touched the heads of the two children.

"They are both smart and grandma's little treasures. Let's eat roasted sweet potatoes. They are fragrant, glutinous and sweet." Chang Songyi picked up Lin Yi, took Lin Jiao's little hand, and led them to sit down.

Lin Mu'an smiled, put the oil paper bag on the table, opened it, touched a small note, but ignored the small note and took out the sweet potatoes first.

Jian Jia went to get a spoon, and Chang Songyi dug up sweet potatoes and fed them to Lin Jiao and Lin Yi. They were sweet and glutinous. The two children liked to eat them, but they were not allowed to eat half of them each.

If they eat too much, their stomachs won't be able to bear it and will hurt.

"What did she say?" Chang Songyi wiped Lin Jiao's mouth and asked.

"Ask how we are doing lately." Lin Mu'an opened the note and looked at it.

Chang Songyi said nothing, and Lin Muan burned the note.

Several people ate roasted sweet potatoes, quietly enjoyed the snow in the house, copied books and drew pictures, each doing their own thing.

Lin Jiao and Lin Yi felt sleepy after eating and slept in the back room.

~~~Separating line~~~

The timeline jumps directly. After all, if you really want to write about what happened within five years, you will have to write more than a hundred chapters.