there is a king in the palace

The carriage headed south all the way, not on the official road, the road was bumpy, the king was shaken so badly, he felt like vomiting, and he still had nothing in his stomach.

He thought, is it too miserable for him to be a descendant of the white tiger?

It's embarrassing to say it.

Just when the king couldn't hold on any longer and planned to turn into a tiger to scare the three bastards to death, the carriage finally stopped.

Xiao Wu outside shouted, "Stone, bring him down."

Shi Shi opened the car door and went down first, then grabbed the king's feet with one hand and the rope around his waist with the other, picked him up, and brought him into the ruined temple nearby.

In this wilderness, the dilapidated temple is gloomy, full of dust and cobwebs, and even the land father enshrined in the temple is a bit perverted.

The king was placed on a haystack next to a broken wooden pillar. There was an unpleasant smell in the haystack, and there seemed to be bugs. The king was anxious, "I don't want to be here! Can I go to the carriage!"

The pockmarked face that was starting the fire didn't look at him, "Are you weak? Staying in the carriage overnight will freeze you into ice tomorrow morning."

The pockmarked face that the king saw was the head of the three. He thought for a while, "Why do you arrest me? Do you need money? I have money. I will give you as much as you want, as long as you let me go."

The pockmarked face was on fire, walked up to him, and glanced at the things he was wearing, "Are you... from the palace?"

It seems that Manager Li didn't clearly tell them his identity.

So should I say it?

Shouldn't.

After thinking about it, the king immediately made up an identity for himself, "I am the palace beast tamer! The treasurer of the Beast King Pavilion, if you let me go, I will really give you a lot of money. If you don't let me go, believe it or not I will give you a lot of money." You can shout a lot of beasts with your voice, and you will die miserably when the time comes!"

The king's lies are indistinguishable from the information Ma Mian knows.

It's just a beast trainer, that's nothing. If he is really a person in the palace who has nothing to do with the imperial power, he can't do this business with such a big risk.

The pockmarked face thought so, and threatened the king, "You shout and I'll take a look. If you shout, we will eat wolf meat tonight."

He said this not because he didn't believe the king's words, but because he was confident and had no skills, so how dare he do this kind of business.

"Why are you so stupid? If I give you money, don't you want it?"

"In my business, honesty is very important. Besides, you don't even have the money to buy a script when you go out, and you plan to redeem yourself?"

The king has nothing to say.

The three people started a fire, got a bunch of sweet potatoes from nowhere, and roasted sweet potatoes around the fire to keep warm.

The king was facing them, and the hands tied behind his back silently turned into claws, breaking the hemp rope bit by bit.

When the king finally broke the rope, Shi Shi stood up suddenly, holding a peeled and delicious roasted sweet potato in his hand, "Do you want to eat it?"

The king's stomach growled when he hit the carriage. Of course he wanted to eat. He grabbed the rope with his hands and nodded, "Eat, don't throw it on the ground."

"Ah."

Shi Shi agreed, squatted beside the king, and handed the sweet potato to his mouth.

It was cold in the ruined temple, and the sweet potato was cold as soon as it was taken out of the fire. The king took a bite, it was so hot that it didn't burn his mouth, and it tasted great.

The king still wanted it after eating, but he didn't intend to give the stone, so he turned and went back to the fire.

After a while, both Pocky Face and Xiao Wu fell asleep beside the fire, only Shi Shi sat there staring at him.

The king didn't know how to describe that look, as if he was guarding him, "Aren't you sleepy?"

Stone shook his head.

"Then... are you not sleepy, can you give me some water to drink? I'm so thirsty, my throat is going to smoke."

I was already thirsty, but my mouth was sticky and sweet after eating sweet potatoes.

Shi Shi opened the water bag and pointed the mouth of the bag at him, "Drink."

They used this water bag before, and the king was disgusted, "I open my mouth, you pour it in."

The king may be the most hypocritical of the people they kidnapped, even the taciturn stone couldn't help but say, "Trouble."

After drinking the water, the king closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. He thought, when he fell asleep, Shishi would definitely relax his vigilance.

After a long time, the king felt that he was going to fall asleep in a daze. He tried to open his eyes, but the stone was still sitting there, staring at him like a ghost.

Desperadoes, have to be cautious.

You are ruthless!

Okay, you forced me!

The ruined temple is not big, and the king is only three or five steps away from the stone, and only ten steps away from the door. He stands up now and runs out desperately, and he can catch them off guard. , and there are people like Zhao Xianao who know how to do light work.

But outside in the wilderness, where he can't see his fingers, it is an excellent advantage for him, the chance of escaping is half and half, if he wants to be caught back, he will be in bad luck...

The king licked his lips and made up his mind.

I don't know where the little tiger, who was able to bend and stretch one by one in order to save his own life, had such courage for Zhao Xianao to kneel down.

He heard Stone shouting behind him, "Pockmarked, the man ran away."

Sure enough, he didn't chase after him immediately, but called the pockmarked person next to him, which proved his guess.

Running indiscriminately at this time is undoubtedly a fool, the king plunged into the woods, wherever the trees were dense, where the vegetation was overgrown, he would go there.

There was a sound of pockmarked cursing behind him.

Hee hee hee, my lord is really smart.

The woods were not too big, and the king knew that if he ran down, he would definitely be overtaken. He hesitated for a moment, then jumped up to the tree, laying on the trunk without moving, and stopped breathing.

It was pitch black in the woods, and there was no moonlight at all. Seeing the pockmarked face flying lightly over the grass, the king paused, and chased straight forward.

The king was still breathing, and after a while, Xiao Wu also ran over. He was so small that the branches couldn't stop him, and his speed was not slow. Hearing the movement of the pockmarked face in front, he hurried away.

Seeing his back disappear, the king heaved a sigh of relief.

success~

The pock-marked gang was very cautious. They searched the king when he was loaded into the car. They didn't have any sharp weapons. They even checked the ruined temple before putting him in it. They cut open the hemp rope, so the king's escape made them confused. They were all thinking about chasing him quickly, but they didn't realize that the king was on the tree.

The king slid down from the tree and returned the same way.

He is not afraid of bumping into a rock. According to the speed of the rock, even if he hits it, he will not be able to catch up with him.

Sure enough, before the king came out of the woods, he came across a stone holding a torch. Seeing the king frowning, he raised his voice and shouted, "The man is here!"

The king ignored him, and quickly jumped down from the side slope, his shiny clothes were already covered with dust.

The king didn't care about this, he ran to the carriage, untied the crossbar, got on the horse, "Drive!"

It is not difficult for the king to control a horse. He hugged the horse's neck tightly, no matter how the horse bumped, he just didn't let go.

However... the direction is wrong.

The king should go north, but the horse's head is facing south, and there is no saddle and rein immediately, so he can only go south according to his fate.

The horse's energy was limited, and he ran and walked. When the sky was getting dark, the king arrived in a small county town. He felt a little familiar along the way. It wasn't until he arrived in this county town that he suddenly realized it.

Lotus County!

Isn't this his territory!

The king wanted to look up to the sky and laugh, but now, he had to fill his stomach.

Dawang was not very familiar with Lianhua County, and there was no one on the road. He walked around the street slowly with his horse's neck in his arms, and after a while, he saw a steamed stuffed bun shop on the side of the street.

"Zhangsan Baozi..." Tsk, it's good to be educated.

The king got off the horse, patted the dust off his body to make himself look clean, and then knocked on the door of the bun shop.

"anyone there!"

The steamed stuffed bun shop was the first to open, and the dough was already being kneaded inside. Hearing a knock on the door, the shopkeeper opened the door, "Are you—what's the matter?"

The king faintly smelled the aroma of minced meat, and drooled, "I want to buy buns... No, can I exchange this horse for buns with you?"

The shopkeeper looked at him, muttering in his heart.

This man changed into a dirty one, but he didn't look like a beggar...a fugitive?In distress?

The shopkeeper smiled, "Today's buns haven't been baked yet, do you want some left over from yesterday?"

"also!"

The tiger falls in Pingyang, and the leftover buns are also eaten.

The shopkeeper went back to the house and wrapped five buns for him with oiled paper, "here."

The king happily took it over, "I've given you the horse! By the way, where is the government office?"

For the king at this moment, the official residence is his home and his comfort zone.

Of course, he didn't go to the government because of Zhao Xianao's relationship. For this kind of thing itself, he needs to find officers and soldiers to protect him~

"The official residence... at the end of the road, there is a restaurant. If you walk eastward, you will see the restaurant."

The king bit his cold bun and walked towards the official residence tremblingly, his teeth chattering.

When he didn't enter Lianhua County, he was nervous but didn't feel cold. After he relaxed, he was cold, thirsty and uncomfortable. Even the buns were tasteless.

The king raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, and he had already thought about how to tell Zhao Xianao about his grievances.

When we arrived at the official mansion, the gate was closed tightly. The king bit the bun and knocked a few times, but no one paid attention. He tilted his head and swept the drum hanging on the side of the gate.

That's all.

The king picked up the drumstick and beat the drum hard, the sound was deafening.

"Ah—" The king didn't expect it to be so loud. He rubbed his ears, squatted down, and his mind was buzzing.

But this thing is really useful, the door was quickly opened, it was an old man in a robe, he clearly looked at the king, but still asked, "Who beat the Dengwen drum."

"I me me!"

As the saying goes, people rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. Your Majesty is a little dirty now, but it doesn't stop you from being extravagant.

Lianhua County is such a big place, rich people are familiar faces, the old man glanced at him, "Do you have a grievance to avenge?"

Avenge?

"No, I want to find that, magistrate."

"You child, do you know that playing drums without injustice is going to be beaten with a board."

How could the king understand this, "Then I have a grievance. Anyway, I want to find the county magistrate."

The old man sighed, "You have to think about it, I think you have delicate skin and tender flesh, twenty boards can kill you."

"I'm not afraid, let me in quickly, it's freezing to death."

Backed by Zhao Xianao, the king was very confident, and broke into the yamen without hesitation. What he saw was a bare courtyard. On the case, Mingjing Gao didn't recognize something that the king didn't recognize.

The old man led the king to a hut, "You wait here, I'll go find the magistrate."

"it is good!"

The old man got dressed, went to the backyard, and knocked on the door of the magistrate's room, "Master, someone beat the Dengwen drum."

According to the decree of the Song Dynasty, if the people beat drums to appeal for grievances, the local officials must try it immediately.

There was a ringing sound in the room for a long time, and the door was opened by a woman with a coquettish face. She yawned impatiently, "It's early in the morning, so don't let anyone sleep well. Tell that person to come back at noon."

"This...Second wife, look at that person, she doesn't look like an ordinary person."

The second wife didn't make a sound, glanced into the room, and said, "That's fine, let him wait, the master will go in a while."

"Hey."

The king waited in the old man's house for a long time, and the county magistrate came out from the backyard slowly, "Where is the man?"

The old man hurriedly opened the door to let the king go out.

Seeing the county magistrate, the king asked, "How long do you want to send the letter to the palace?"

As soon as he said this, the face of the middle-aged county magistrate changed, "Where do you want to send the letter?"

The king patiently repeated, "Go to the palace."

The county magistrate looked at him and laughed, "Let's talk in the room."

The king followed him into an unpretentious room, and as soon as he sat on a chair, a servant girl brought hot tea.

The county magistrate gave him the tea first, "If the letter is sent to Chang'an, it will only take eight hours if you hurry up."

Eight hours... Your Majesty did some calculations, and it was about the same, "Then you send me a letter to the palace." After the Majesty finished speaking, he felt that it was inappropriate, and added, "I am a person close to the Emperor, and I have something important to ask. Your Majesty, if you help me with this matter, there will definitely be a big reward for you."

The county magistrate's hands trembled, and the hot tea almost spilled out. He glanced at the king and asked, "Do you have the emperor's token...I have to confirm this kind of thing no matter what."

Of course the king has it, his jade pendant and ring finger have Zhao's unique totem, otherwise the pockmarked face would have taken it away long ago.

He took off the jade pendant and handed it to the county magistrate, "This is a reward from the emperor."

The county magistrate took the jade pendant and looked at it carefully for a long time, then smiled again, "Really, I don't know what is the relationship between you and the emperor?"

This is no better than being in front of Pockmarked and the others. The king knows that his status is so high that the county magistrate will take it seriously, "I, my status... how can I tell you, anyway, you handed my letter to In the hands of the emperor, the emperor will definitely come here in person!"

After he finished speaking, the smile on the magistrate's face froze.

The king immediately felt that something was wrong.

There is a problem with this county magistrate.

He didn't startle the snake, nor did the county magistrate, he just smiled and said, "Come here, I will serve you with pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

Soon, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were brought over. The king looked at the piece of ink, the texture was almost the same as that in the palace.

In Zhao Xianao's place, using this kind of ink is frugal, but in this small Lianhua County, it is too extravagant.

The king took a sip of tea, even if it was served in an ordinary teacup, it contained the best West Lake Longjing tea.

The problem lies in this, no wonder he said that the emperor will come to Lianhua County in person, which made the magistrate's face pale with fright.

The king had a premonition that this letter would not be sent to the palace, and he was still in danger.

So, he only wrote a few words on the paper.

I am in Lianhua County.

The signature is only one yuan.

After finishing writing, the king waited for the ink to dry, folded it and handed it to the county magistrate, "Okay, there is no need to rush, I am not in a hurry, just find me a room to sleep for a while, I am so sleepy."

"Of course there's no problem, but, do you need to take a shower and eat something first? I'll see, have you met someone bad?"

Your Majesty learned from Zhao Xian'ao, they are like human beings, how could they tell him the truth, when the county magistrate didn't find Zhao Xian'ao, instead he found the pockmarked face, where would he go to reason.

"Hey, it doesn't matter if you don't mention it, I don't think so unless you tell me, so please prepare some water."

"Not to mention troublesome, Xiaocui, go prepare water, by the way, I don't know what you call it?"

He was still telling the king what he said, but the king gave an ambiguous answer, "Just call me Shopkeeper Yuan."

"You are the shopkeeper at such a young age, you are really young and promising!"

The king smiled and said nothing, but he was thinking about what to do next.

This county magistrate is definitely taking bribes. Although he did it very covertly, it is still easy to be discovered. Zhao Xianao has always dealt with corrupt officials harshly, so it is hard to guarantee that he will not break the pot.

Therefore, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time.

The king took a bath and changed into plain cotton clothes, feeling a little tingling all over his body, which is the result of being pampered for a long time.

"Treasurer Yuan has been replaced?"

"Ah."

Xiaocui sent some food and put it on the table, "The county master has ordered you to rest in this room when you are full, and when you wake up, the letter will be sent to the palace anyway."

The king smiled at her, "I'm not too sleepy right now, I'll take a walk outside later."

Xiaocui hesitated for a moment, but without replying, she backed away slowly.

Even in a dangerous situation, the king is still full of energy when facing the food.

He scooped up a spoonful of red spicy tofu and put it on the white rice. The spicy oil spread along the rice grains, and the taste was fragrant and very attractive.

For the first time, I found that vegetarian dishes are so delicious!

The king ate three whole bowls of rice, licked all the rice grains clean, finally heaved a sigh of relief, leaned on the back of the chair and stroked his swollen belly, "It's cool——"

I really want to lie there and sleep.

But Your Majesty knew in his heart that the county magistrate said that it would take eight hours for the letter to be delivered to Chang'an. If the emperor received the letter and went here immediately, it would only take two days. The corrupt county magistrate would not be able to deliver the letter to the palace. Three days at most.

Once the three days are up, he will be really dangerous.

Thinking about it, the king pushed open the door and strolled around the courtyard in a leisurely manner.

The yamen has two gates, the front and the back, and they are guarded by officers and soldiers at the moment. In that state, they are either afraid of people breaking in or escaping.

"Hey, is this the treasurer Yuan from Chang'an?"

When the king heard the sound, he turned around, and saw a woman dressed in smoky purple, dressed as a woman, with fair skin, coquettish features, big breasts and buttocks, she looked like a vixen in a storybook.

"I am the master's second wife, you can call me second wife."

The king recalled the appearance of the county master, and he was even more sure that the guy was absolutely corrupt.

"Second wife."

The second wife walked up to him and frivolously scratched the king's chin with her fingernails, "Master Yuan is so handsome."

Use your words.

The king laughed, "The second wife is also beautiful."

There was no gorgeous compliment, but the second wife laughed like a flower, "Treasurer Yuan is not resting in the house, what are you doing out?"

The king puffed out his stomach, "Eat too much, let's get rid of it."

"Hehehe, Shopkeeper Yuan is really interesting."

What she said made the king's skin crawl, "I'm done, it's almost done, let's go back to the house first."

"Hurry up and go to sleep for a while, look at these eyes, they are all blue."

The king hurried back to the house and locked the door behind his back.

Let's go to bed and talk about it at night.

The king doesn't know that Zhao Xianao has completely restored the whole process of his being plotted against

Baihuayuan is located in the outskirts, and there are only a few families near the Jinshui Bridge in front of it. It is a strange thing that a peddler who bought scripts appeared out of nowhere.

It has long been known in the palace that the king is obsessed with story books. He used the story books to seduce him on the east side of Jinshui Bridge, where even pedestrians rarely pass by. He threw it near the Jinshui River, and then used the merchant's wooden cart to push the king out of the city.

With this kind of conjecture, Zhao Xianao immediately asked the patrol officers and soldiers at the east gate of Chang'an City, which is the nearest to the Jinshui Bridge, and there was indeed a wooden cart with a storybook out of the city after noon yesterday.

The remaining snow outside the city has melted away, the ground is still very muddy, the wheel marks are very clear, there are many carriages coming and going in Chang'an City, Zhao Xian'ao sent troops to follow all the wheel marks all the way.

"Your Majesty, an abandoned carriage was found in front of the ruined temple ten miles east of Yuncheng. There were cut hemp ropes and residual fire inside the ruined temple. His subordinates led people to search all the nearby mountains and forests. They found three people who fell into desolation. escape."

Zhao Xianao nodded, looked back at Director Li who was bowing his head, and snorted coldly, "Find some people, disguise yourself, and follow me out of the palace."

"Subordinates obey."

The emperor meant to leave Chang'an, this has to be put aside in the past, even if Mr. Li bumped his head to death here, the emperor would not let the emperor neglect his duty, but now, he is not straightforward, he dare not fart.

Director Li timidly asked the emperor, "The matter of the court..."

Zhao Xianao stared at him, "I'm sick and need to recuperate, I'll ask Situzhang for minor matters, and let them vote with a show of hands for major matters."

Manager Li nodded hurriedly.

Zhao Xianao gave him a gouged look, "Old man, you wait for me, if there is something wrong with him, I will send you to see the late emperor."

Manager Li knelt on the ground with a plop, and Zhao Xianao saluted, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your gift!"

Manager Li’s allegiance has always been the former emperor. The first emperor said that he would assist Zhao Xianao, so Manager Li would assist Zhao Xianao. Factors of posterity reviled.

To say that he treated Zhao Xianao badly would be a curse word.

Through the words of the guards, Zhao Xianao vaguely guessed that the king had run away. With a specific direction, he couldn't sit still in the palace for a moment, and immediately set off to the ruined temple.

It was noon when he arrived.

"Your Majesty, my subordinates have been looking for the horseshoe mark all night, but it hasn't snowed in this area..."

Zhao Xianao knew it well, he glanced at the interior of the carriage and the crossbars scattered on the ground, "Go south."

The guards were full of question marks, not understanding why he was so sure that it must be in the south.

Zhao Xianao knew that if the king ran away on horseback, it would be very difficult for the horse to turn around and go to Chang'an without a rein.