The night in early autumn is not cold, just a little chilly. The rustling wind outside the window is accompanied by the chirping of insects and the whispers of frogs, giving it a unique flavor of the wilderness.
This tranquility and serenity, which is rare to find in the 21st century, did not bring Yang Xi any comfort.
She was still not used to the nights of this era. There were no TVs, no computers, no game consoles, no gyms, nothing. How was she going to survive these millions of days and nights? With a sigh, she began to miss the past crazily because "
"Turtle speed" is a notebook that she often dislikes.
I can’t figure out how ancient people survived. Could one of the reasons for their short lifespan be death from boredom? Oops!
"Ah!" There was a sharp pain in her finger. She lowered her eyebrows and looked at the thin drops of blood on her finger in annoyance. Her perfect facial features were slightly distorted by the pain.
Embroidery! If a woman living in ancient times didn't know how to play music, chess, calligraphy and painting, she would probably have only these embroidery jobs left to kill her time.
She put her index finger in her mouth and sucked it twice. Suddenly, the scene of Murong Yun sucking her finger in the afternoon flashed through her mind. She blushed and her heart skipped a few beats unconsciously.
Thinking of Murong Yun's handsome face, a trace of sadness flashed through my heart.
Once again, I had to face up to my own situation.
Since his marriage to Murong Yun was a gift from the late emperor, it would only happen sooner or later. If he didn't sneak away before it happened, she would inevitably become his woman during the wedding night. However, in a few years, he would become his woman.
If she will die, what will she do then? Since she can't stay together, she naturally can't entrust her body and mind to him. What's more, Feng Ba will never let go of any of his family members, and she, as his wife, is no exception.
I have read a lot of stories about the struggle for power in ancient times. There have never been many stories about killing the whole family and killing nine tribes. It is estimated that Murong Yun and his family will not escape this fate. What should I do? She doesn't want to die.
Escape?
No, no, she was afraid that she wouldn't survive after escaping. Bai Wuyi is a scholar, what else can she do besides typing on a computer? What's more, in this era, she can't even be called a scholar, even though this era is basically
She can understand most historical documents using Chinese characters, but as a woman, it makes no difference whether she is illiterate or not. In particular, "Yang Xi" has a body that can't carry her shoulders and can't lift her hands to the fullest. She dares to bet that
, she will definitely starve to death after leaving Sunset Palace.
Of course, if she is willing to use women's most primitive weapons to make a living, it is not difficult to sign up, but if she really wants to live a life where thousands of people taste a little bit of vermilion and a pair of jade arms, she would rather starve to death.
There is no choice between running away and staying. There is no choice but to take one step at a time. If you are really implicated and must die, then find a cliff and try jumping off. Maybe there is a one in ten thousand chance of returning.
modern.
Yes, just do it like this. If it doesn't work, just jump off the cliff.
It's just a pity that Murong Yun's beautiful face that confuses all living beings will soon be buried underground. Everyone and everything in this Sunset Palace will eventually die together with the master here...
Thinking of this, I can't help but feel full of melancholy and sadness.
If this ending can be changed, she will contribute her share without hesitation. She will not care at all whether history will be changed because of this. She is just a small and weak woman, what can she change? She has continuously tried to change the affairs of the government.
She couldn't tell who was loyal, who was raped, and who was a traitor. She didn't know exactly when Murong Yun was killed or how she was killed. What could she contribute?
Is she going to tell Murong Yun that you will be the emperor in two years, and then that you will be killed by Feng Ba in another two years? That arrogant sand pig will only think that she is delirious and talking nonsense after a serious illness.
, and will lock her up as a madman...
If she had a book that described this period of history in detail, she might be able to prevent something from happening.
Alas~~ She raised her head with great melancholy, and a black shadow outside the window suddenly broke into her eyes. Her throat tightened, and she was so frightened that she almost screamed. When had there been someone standing there? He even remained motionless even after knowing that she had discovered him.
He stood there with no intention of leaving.
"Is it Xintong?" she asked cautiously, her small jade palms covered with sweat.
The person outside the window did not speak and remained motionless. She vaguely felt that a pair of cold eyes were staring at her.
Could it be that "king"? But wasn't everything I heard in that hazy moment a dream that didn't exist?
If not the "King", then who exactly is it?
After a quick glance around, in the huge room, only the small pair of scissors on the table were useful.
"You...who are you?" She quietly hid the scissors in her sleeves and pretended to be calm, "My maid will be back soon. You must leave quickly, otherwise you will alert the guards in the palace and you will not be able to escape."
Lose."
The figure remained motionless, seeming to be laughing at her coldly.
Yang Xi clenched the scissors and stared at his figure for a moment, thinking that if he made any trouble, she would scream immediately, and the guards patrolling the courtyard would definitely hear her.
However, the Sunset Palace was heavily guarded, but this person seemed to be in a deserted place, standing leisurely and peeping outside her window. His skill should not be underestimated.
Watching outside a woman's boudoir in the middle of the night, could it be... a flower picker?
This thought flashed across my mind, and a sense of fear arose spontaneously.
Before she had time to think, the figure outside the window moved and appeared in front of her in the blink of an eye. Her eyes flickered and she felt a gust of wind hit her, and her body immediately left the ground lightly.
The wind whizzed past her ears, and she finally realized that she had been kidnapped, but the man was as fast as lightning, and she didn't even have the chance to call for help! She saw the building belonging to Duke Sunset's mansion floating further and further behind her.
Until he disappeared from sight, his heart fell to the bottom in fear.
Murong Yun, save her! She doesn’t want to be insulted by the sex demon, she doesn’t want to be raped first and then killed, wuwuwu - I’m so scared...
The wind was so strong that it was difficult to even open her mouth to breathe. Such a strong wind, this wind that caused pain in life, was so familiar that she couldn't help but tremble all over. The wind brought her here more than a month ago, and now,
Which time and space will this strong wind take her to? Will it take her back to modern times?
The pressure in my ears suddenly disappeared. The wind stopped.
She slowly opened her eyes and found that she was in a forest. Her free body quickly stepped back and put a small distance away from the person in front of her. The strange thing was that he did not stop her.
The silvery moonlight shone down, allowing her to see clearly the man standing in front of her. He was tall and had extremely handsome features. He! He was actually the man who was reporting something to Murong Yun in the distance at noon.
No wonder he could avoid so many guards! It was hard to guard against house thieves day and night. She didn't expect that this outstanding and handsome man was actually a flower picker!
If he dared to kidnap her to this wilderness in the middle of the night, wouldn't he be afraid that she would complain to Murong Yun? Or, he had no intention of letting her go back alive?
Thinking of this, his little face turned pale with fright.