I'm not a heartthrob!

"Husband, husband!" Wen Miao's scattered thoughts were pulled back by the anxious call, and he opened his eyes again, and Tang Ji's crying face appeared in front of him.

Tang Ji, the wife of the deposed Emperor Liu Bian, was only nine years old when she married him two years ago.Wen Miao breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Liu Bian was not a little beast in his memory, and had always treated her with respect, otherwise how would he face it calmly?In modern times, you can go directly to prison.

"Husband, you're awake! Tang'er thought, thought..." Tang Ji choked up again as she spoke, her almond eyes were red and swollen. Although Liu Bian was incompetent and cowardly, she always treated her with courtesy and love.Her husband is her sky, and she will not be able to survive if the sky falls. If Liu Bian hadn't been brought back to life just now, she would have followed him.

"Don't cry, Tang'er, what's going on outside now? Are you here alone?" Wen Miao really wanted to comfort the little girl, but the situation was urgent, and saving her life was more important than anything else.

Tang Ji was not a fool, and when Wen Miao reminded her, she didn't bother to wipe her tears, "Oh, it's too bad!"

Wen Miao's heart was raised high, sister, you said it!Those who were surprised and didn't know at first thought that you were the one who came back from the dead~

"What can we do!" Tang Ji was so nervous that she was shaking Wen Miao's hand, "Tang'er overheard that Lang Zhongling mentioned that he was going to invite Xiangguo before leaving, and he said yes, and said that Xiangguo wanted to confirm with his own eyes before sending her husband away. The news of the sudden death spread out.”

Sure enough, Dong Zhuo, that suspicious old traitor, would not be at ease unless he saw the corpse with his own eyes.

Wen Miao frowned, and while patting Tang Ji on the shoulder to comfort him, he looked around, "Where are the others?" Tang Ji was the only one in the hall since he crossed over, and Liu Bian remembered that Li Ru had brought many people here. .

"Tang'er originally wanted to go with her husband, but all the servants were sent away by the concubine, but Lang Zhongling left many people to guard outside the hall," Tang Ji was very annoyed, "If I knew Tang'er should have stayed Personally, now I want to escape but I can't escape..."

Wen Miao understood Tang Ji's meaning. If there was a servant who was about the same height as him, maybe he could switch and follow Tang Ji to get out. After all, Li Ru's subordinates would not think that he could stand up again after he was dead.But once the matter was exposed, the person who replaced him would have no choice but to die, even if he could, Wen Miao would not do it.

The concept of hierarchy of the ancients was too deep-rooted, and human lives were divided into ranks and grades. In the eyes of most ancients, some human lives were worthless.Even in the eyes of a girl in her early ten years like Tang Ji, the servants at the bottom may be like pigs and dogs.

But now is not the time to worry about these things, Wen Miao made up his mind in his heart, if he can get out alive, he must correct this little lolita's three views.

The immediate problem is that Dong Zhuo wants to see if he is dead in person. Even if he lies down now, a discerning person lifts the shroud and sees that the difference between a living person and a poisoned person should not be too great!He doesn't know the powerful method of tortoise's breath in martial arts novels. I'm afraid that if he can't hide it for a second, a knife will be directly pierced into his heart.

We must think of a solution once and for all, so that we will never worry about the future, otherwise even if we escape from Yong'an Palace, the whole Luoyang will be surrounded by Dong Zhuo's people inside and out, and then we will be unable to escape.Now at least he had an advantage, everyone thought he was a dead man.

Is there any way to truly destroy the corpse so that the dead can never stand up again?Unless he was burned to a handful of ashes!

Wen Miao's eyes suddenly glowed, "Tang Er, quickly, find all the flammable silk bamboo slips in the hall, paper is the best!" Of course, Caihou paper had only been around for a few decades at that time. There would not be many in his palace of a deposed emperor.

Tang Ji stared at Liu Bian in a daze for a moment. After her husband came back to life, her whole body changed. Her face was still the same, but it didn't look like that face. It's hard for people to have a good impression, but now he exudes a heart-wrenching radiance from the inside out.

Before she figured out what she was suddenly looking for for flammable objects, Liu Bian got up by himself and walked towards the bronze palace lanterns around the hall.

"Ha, sure enough!" Wen Miao opened the copper lamp holder, in addition to the burning one, there was spare grease on the tray at the bottom.

"Husband..." Tang Ji's eyes were wide open, "How do you know..." Not to mention the prince, even she herself is well-clothed and well-clothed, so how could she know the secrets inside the palace lantern.

The corners of Wen Miao's lips twitched. Are you going to tell her that one of the most famous archaeological discoveries among the bronze wares of the Han Dynasty is the famous Changxin Palace Lantern?Although the Yong'an Palace is a cold palace, and the palace lanterns are not as exquisite as the Changxin Palace Lanterns, their structures are similar.

"I'll explain to you later, hurry up, there's no time!"

Wen Miao's urging voice was calm and serious, Tang Ji didn't dare to talk anymore, and immediately carried all the visible burnt things onto the couch.At the same time, Wen Miao also collected all the oils that could be found in the hall and scattered them around the bed.

"Tang'er, people outside won't stop you, you go out now. When the hall catches fire, Li Ru's people will definitely come in to fight the fire and have no time to care about other things. You pick some valuable and light things and bring them to the valley gate to wait for me. .”

Wen Miao, or Liu Bian didn't have much memory of the location of the palaces in Luoyang City, but he was deeply impressed by the Mang Mountain to the north of Yongle Palace.A few months ago, when he was the emperor, there was a dispute between his relatives and eunuchs. He and Liu Xie were kidnapped by a few regular servants and escaped from Gumen, crossing Beimang Mountain overnight and leaving Xiaopingjin.

"Hou Feihou, Wang Feiwang, riding thousands of horses to Beimang" is the folk ridicule for him and Liu Xie, the two last emperors.

But now, if he wanted to escape from Luoyang, that might be the only way out.

Tang Ji finally understood what her husband was planning, "Husband, the hall is on fire, how are you going to escape!" What did you say to go to the gate of the valley? Husband wouldn't want to leave her to die!

"Don't worry, I won't die!" Wen Miao smiled at Tang Ji, not knowing where the confidence came from, "If you don't leave, then we will die together."

Perhaps it was because Wen Miao's smile was too seductive at this time, Tang Ji pursed her lips, nodded heavily, and rushed forward to hug Wen Miao's waist tightly, "My husband must come out alive!"

Wen Miao's body was covered with goose bumps because of the girl's unexpected soft embrace. He was naturally resistant to intimate contact with the opposite sex. When he thought that the girl holding him was still his wife in name, Wen Miao really wanted to cry without tears.You can't leave her alone now, and if you do in the future, you must find an opportunity to explain it to her clearly.

Fortunately, Tang Ji backed away quickly, packed up her dress, turned around the low screen and walked towards the gate of the palace.

Wen Miao quickly lay down to avoid being discovered when the guard outside the door suddenly looked in.The hall door opened and closed again, and there was a vague human voice coming from the door. It should be Li Ru's people who were interrogating Tang Ji.Sadness rose in her heart, she was a princess after all, and she could only humbly before Dong Zhuo's men.

After waiting for a while, the calm outside returned, Wen Miao acted immediately, took a square towel soaked in tea and wrapped it around his face, and lit the bed with the tinder of the palace lantern.He had confirmed before that the roofs of the palaces of the Han Dynasty were low, the columns were not high, and the structure on the beams was complicated, so it was easy to climb and hide.

Although his body has not been trained, but after nearly two years of running around in the apocalypse, he has mastered this climbing technique by heart.

The flame behind him rose higher and higher under the help of the oil, and Wen Miao walked to the door of the hall with a few steps. After two attempts, he successfully climbed up the pillar, climbed up the beam steadily, and hid himself in the shadow directly above the door of the hall.

The hall was soon shrouded in thick smoke, and the fire became brighter and brighter. The guard at the door finally realized something was wrong and opened the door to come in.

"Fire! It's on fire!" Although there was a dead person lying inside, Lang Zhongling had told him that this corpse was very important to Xiangguo. Those who went to get water, of course, also ran away immediately to deliver the message.

Wen Miao squatted on the beam and remained motionless, although he was at a high place where the thick smoke was the worst and most unbearable, he had to wait for the opportunity.

The fire in the hall had already ignited the house, and the people who came in to fight the fire realized that it was too late, they were hopeless, and those who stayed to fight the fire had to fold here, and began to retreat outwards one after another.

The moment the last person stepped out of the palace gate amidst the thick smoke, Wen Miao held his last breath, turned over and slid down the pillar with his arms in his arms, just in time to sneak into the fleeing firefighting team under the cover of the thick smoke and night.

He had thrown the prince's robe into the fire a long time ago, and now he was only wearing a white shirt and petticoat. His whole body was blackened by the smoke, and everyone's preconceived idea that "this person is dead", from the out of the way It only takes a few minutes from the gate of the temple to get away from the crowd.

Wen Miao crouched in the shadow of a railing in Yongle Palace and used Liu Bian's memory to identify the direction. The valley gate he was going to was in the northwest, and if he made a mistake, it would be too risky to go back, but unfortunately it was getting dark now. , relying solely on inherited memory is really difficult.

At this moment, a group of horses and horses in a hurry drove over directly. When they passed by, the night wind blew, and a corner of the curtain was lifted slightly. A middle-aged man with a solemn face was sitting inside.

Dong Zhuo!

The Dong Xiangguo in Liu Bian's memory is probably a nightmare of his life, and Wen Miao only has a vicious impression left. He never imagined that the real person would be similar to the image of a fat old man with a big head, big ears, and a brain full of guts described in history or in film and television works. Very different.

In terms of age, he is indeed an old man, but he doesn't look old at all, but that face is really not a kind person.

Wen Miao's heart was beating like a drum, it was very dangerous, if it was too late, he would really die without a whole body.

Dong Zhuo seems to have taken over Xianyang Garden, the other garden of the royal family. In the southern suburbs of Luoyang City, he will definitely not pass through the South Palace with great fanfare. He needs to go around the outer city, so the direction he just came from is the East Gate.

Good guy, the upper east gate is on the southeast side, almost going backwards.

Wen Miao waited until Dong Zhuo's men and horses disappeared from sight before standing up from under the railing, but just as he was about to climb over the railing and turn around to walk southwest, he heard the sound of horseshoes in the distance.Hey, besides Dong Zhuo, who else would dare to ride a horse in the palace at night?

The author has something to say:

Chen Tian: If you don't pay attention, you even have a wife...

Wen Miao: Where should I go to complain!