Therefore, the guards at the city gate chased him away, but fortunately, the slave happened to come back from shopping, and the guard called out the slave's name when he saw him, and then agreed to let me report first."
"What else are you reporting? It must be Fang Ji, take me there quickly!" Hearing what Xiao Yuzi said, Ya Ge was very anxious and even more frightened.
She thought: If Xiao Yuzi hadn't happened to pass by today, she would never have seen Fang Ji.
The soldiers guarding the city didn't recognize him, and even Xiao Yuzi couldn't be sure.
You know, Fang Ji, these years, life must be worse than death!
On the way to the palace city, Ya Ge kept blaming himself: Over the years, although people have been sent everywhere to search for Fang Ji's whereabouts, there has never been any news.
If she had been more attentive, she would have thought of using the 'sky mirror' to look for Fang Ji.
But she didn't expect it at all, not at all!
"I'll wait to see Her Majesty the Queen!" As soon as the guards saw Yage arriving, they all knelt down to greet him.
Song of Songs seemed invisible, her eyes eagerly searching the crowd.
After that, he discovered a person sitting on the ground not far away——
I saw him, wearing tattered and dirty clothes, stained with mud. He was leaning on the stone steps with his head drooped and his eyes closed.
His right arm was chopped off from under the armpit. The soldiers knelt down and saluted loudly. He seemed not to hear them and still maintained his original posture, sitting on his back.
"Fang Ji~~" Ya Ge trembled and called out softly, slowly walking towards him.
But he still didn't react at all.
Seeing this, the guard closest to Ya Ge stood up and came over and said angrily: "Your Majesty, this person is so rude and doesn't even raise his head when he sees you. How can he be Manager Fang? Let the general coax him.
Come on, don’t get your hands dirty!”
"It doesn't matter!" Ya Ge didn't care, waved his hand to the guards to step back, and still walked towards the man.
As long as he is Fang Ji, she doesn't care about being 'rude'.
As long as he is Fang Ji!
It was originally a short distance, but Ya Ge felt that the road was so long. Finally getting close to him, she resolutely knelt down and reached out tremblingly to brush away the messy hair from his face.