Feng Wu was in a daze of consciousness. He only felt that his whole body was sore and weak, and he had no strength at all. His consciousness was vague, and a cold wind blew, and his fingers moved insignificantly, and his whole body felt uncomfortable.
Forced to open his eyes, Feng Wu still saw the same shabby place that he remembered. Feng Wu rested for a while, and then got up. He was in a trance, looked around, and frowned, why would he appear in this place like this?
, the feeling of being on the verge of death a second ago is still vivid in my mind.
Who would be so kind as to move him in, look down at his arms, and even snatch his food away. Is there anyone worse off than him in this cold palace? No.
Forget it, Feng Wu looked at the sky outside and prepared to go to the old place again. She was the only so-called princess in this world who was so miserable.
As soon as Feng Wu walked out, he stopped and hid to the side. It was not until two maids hurriedly ran over carrying packages that Feng Wu walked out with a look of shock, as if he had been struck by thunder.
As if he was chopping, his eyes were fixed on the two figures just now.
Feng Wu suddenly panicked and looked down. Then his pupils dilated slightly. He raised his hand in disbelief. When his eyes touched his arm, his pupils dilated again: "What happened? Why is this happening?"
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Her heart was beating wildly, and the twinkling pupils in her eyes showed her fear. She clearly remembered that the two maids had been executed for committing crimes, and she saw that her wounds that were close to festering were miraculously gone.
Looking up at the gloomy sky again, with a dull and suffocating feeling, Feng Wu remembered that this was a precursor to rain and snow a few days ago, and everything was foreshadowing.
He took a step back and stepped on a stone. His whole body, which was already very weak, suddenly collapsed on the ground. He raised his head and looked up at the sky. A slight drizzle mixed with snow was falling down.
Feng Wu's eyes reflected the shape of snowflakes, and then he suddenly covered his face, laughed, smiled and cried, she actually didn't die, hahahaha, she came back: "I came back to life, I came back to life."
Already."
At this moment, she didn't hesitate at all. She climbed up from the ground and wiped away the tears hanging on her face. Why cry? Only the weak cry. Since God gave her a chance to live, don't waste it. It's a big deal.
Eighteen years later, there is another hero.
Returning to the dilapidated room, Feng Wu no longer felt cold. On the contrary, his whole body was boiling with enthusiasm. He came to the bedside, opened the wooden board on the side, and looked at the dark underground passage. His eyes flashed without a trace of hesitation.
Go down.
The secret passage was long and dark, but Feng Wu was very familiar with it. When he walked in, he found a small room inside. Because the room only had a small ventilation duct, it was much warmer than outside. Feng Wu carefully took out the flint.
, lit the kerosene lamp, and then one person took out all his belongings, took out a very hard steamed bun, bit into it, frowned slightly, gritted his teeth, and swallowed it with water.
She also accidentally discovered this darkroom while foraging for food. This was originally the residence of the palace maids, so they must have dug it and used it as they needed.
Now that she knew what was going to happen next, she had to make plans in advance, otherwise she would be so confused all the time, and any palace maid or eunuch could crush her to death.
After swallowing this little inventory with difficulty, Feng Wu became more flexible and pulled out a box at random, which was full of bottles and cans. He chose two items and put them on his body.
If she persists for a few more days, Feng Wu's eyes are determined, and she has a bold idea in her mind. Success or failure depends on this. If you don't succeed, you will be successful. The worst is to die again and freeze to death. Except for the heat at the beginning, she will not feel anything later.
It's okay, no pain at all.
This time, Feng Wu first went to the rubbish dump in the imperial kitchen to find something to eat. He carefully put it in his arms and then waited, staring straight ahead. As expected, after a while, there was a rustling sound.
With a muffled groan, a black figure fell to the ground. Feng Wu did not go forward immediately, but waited for a moment until the black figure had completely stopped moving, then walked over and dragged the person to the ground in the same way.
A safe place, and then took out the bottle from his arms with a look of pain on his face, and poured it on the wound with his heart filled with reluctance.
Then he stuffed two buns into his mouth, gritted his teeth, and said,
He tried his best to drag the person along the trail, his dirty face tightly wrinkled, and he muttered: "It's really heavy."
Putting the person on the ground, Feng Wu sighed heavily, and then looked at Dongfang Zhi as if he were looking at a big bun, his eyes were shining, and he raised the corners of his mouth with a look of chicken thieves: "The grace of saving my life should come to me."