Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 211 – Escape
His posthumous affairs were handled extremely crudely. If Sikong Yu hadn't come to Zhaoming Palace crying and making a fuss in the name of the emperor's aunt, I'm afraid his July 49 festival would have been omitted.

And Li Qingmei also waited for an opportunity to escape from the palace.

In the early morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, the coffin of Emperor Jianzhang will be transported out of Cangyun City and buried in the imperial mausoleum.

At the same time, with the cooperation of Sikong Yu, Li Qingmei will hide in the dark compartment in the coffin with her painted pear clothes, and escape from birth.

Her belly is only four and a half months old now, and she hasn't fully conceived yet. If it takes another two months, it will really be too late.

Sikong Yu found out where they hid after leaving the palace, it was a place that no one expected.

With the current situation where he is confined in the cold palace and no one cares about her for a long time, even if Sikong Que finds out that she is missing, it will only be a few days later.

She had already prepared everything. A few days ago, taking advantage of Zhanying's shift, she confided to Zhanyinghe her plan to escape from Cangyun City while Emperor Jianzhang's coffin was leaving the palace.

Not surprisingly, those who will be stationed at the south gate of Cangyun City tomorrow morning will undoubtedly be Zhan Ying.

On the night of parting, the master and servant worked together to cook a table full of home-cooked dishes.

When Li Qingmei accidentally cooked a bowl of steaming longevity noodles with two eggs lying on it, Eliyi asked doubtfully:
"Why do we have birthday longevity noodles today on New Year's Eve?"

Then she looked at the bowl of longevity noodles out of her mind. What she wanted to make was fried noodles...

At this moment, Erika looked at her sad face, and suddenly wanted to sew her mouth shut.

"Hey! Look at my memory, the one who celebrates the festival just needs to be happy! Whatever it eats!"

After she finished speaking, she picked up the eggs in the bowl and ate the noodles with a big mouthful.

Today is New Year's Eve, and it is His Majesty's birthday, and she has forgotten such an important thing.

In the Zichen Palace, Sikong Que was sitting on the dragon chair, absent-mindedly enjoying the graceful singing and dancing on the stage.

"His Majesty!"

Wencheng Lu Xue personally carried a tray and walked slowly in front of Sikong Que.

"Happy birthday! May Your Majesty have today every year and today every year!"

"This is longevity noodles made by the concubine himself. It's the first time cooking, so don't dislike the concubine's poor craftsmanship!"

He took her hand lightly, about to pull her into his arms.

"oops……"

"what happened?"

Wencheng Lu Xue withdrew her left hand held by Sikong Que in pain. He took a closer look and found that her hand was wrapped in white gauze.

"Why are you so careless!"

"The concubine knew she was wrong. When she was playing with the Chow Chow this morning, she accidentally got scratched by that little guy!"

"Your Majesty, that's not the case! Your Majesty cut her hand with a kitchen knife to make longevity noodles for you herself!"

Lu Zhu, Wencheng Lu Xue's personal maid, told the truth tremblingly.

"You..."

Feeling warm in Sikong Que's heart, he gently raised her hand wrapped in white gauze to his face, and pecked lightly.

Then he picked up the chopsticks and ate the bowl of longevity noodles, which obviously took Wencheng and Lu Xue a lot of time to cook.

The ingredients are very particular, and a lot of delicacies from mountains and seas are added, and even the soup base is very delicious.

But he always felt that there was something missing, and what it was, even he himself couldn't explain it clearly...

Li Qingmei couldn't sleep all night, and the fireworks on New Year's Eve continued until midnight.

Feeling very uncomfortable, she simply dressed and strolled in the cold palace.

Over and over again, she recalled the memories he shared with her in the cold palace.

She bid farewell to the flower beds he built himself, the hoe he used to use, and the flowers and plants they planted themselves.

At the third quarter of the ugly hour, the master and the servant simply tidied up the things, picked up the sparsely populated deserted trails, and walked in the direction of the Palace of Longevity.

(End of this chapter)