Xiao Chong: The Abandoned Concubine Shocks the World

Chapter 150 Unpredictable
From a quiet house on the outskirts of the city, there was a burst of medicinal fragrance.

Tianquan stood in front of the tightly closed gate, looking forward to see through, but the gate remained motionless.

For so many days, he has been shut down, and he is used to it, until the sun is high, he sighed, turned and left as usual.

"Jinxia, ​​I'm leaving first."

Before leaving, he said to the door, it was quiet inside, and he didn't know if he heard it.

But he was already very satisfied, she was still alive, in the courtyard across from this door.

Suddenly learning from Tianshu that Jinxia was still alive, Tianquan was overjoyed, but fearing that it was just a dream, he forced Tianshu to see her immediately.

But Jinxia didn't want to see him, no matter how much he begged, she refused to see her.

In the end, he still saw her, when she worshiped Princess Yao.

At that time, he saw her face, a face disfigured by criss-crossing scars.

"People are gone."

After a while, there was a sigh in the courtyard, "He actually has a lot of heart."

Jin Xia regained her composure from her daze, and met Mrs. Mu's concerned eyes with watery eyes, "The food delivery person is coming soon, I'll go and have a look."

Mrs. Mu sighed for a long time, thinking of her own situation, she could understand Jinxia's evasion in a sad way, isn't she the same?

There were more than a dozen sisters who came back from Di Ren, but only four of them chose to live in this house, she, Jin Xia and the two medical girls she had taught her.

Others, after leaving that devil's lair, never want to think about what they have experienced. They took the pension money issued by the palace, or went to a nunnery, or hid in a remote village. In short, they no longer want to appear in front of people.

And the four of them stayed in this secluded but never-occluded house, and were taken care of by people in the palace for basic necessities, food, housing and transportation. If they wished, they could not step out of the room.

But Mrs. Mu and Jinxia are both strong-willed people, and they never think that after experiencing those nightmare-like encounters, they will be unclean.

They have experienced the torture that life is worse than death, and they especially cherish the life they have now.

they just can't face
"Amu, come quickly, there is the lotus root you were thinking about yesterday."

Jinxia's shout interrupted Madam Mu's thoughts, she sighed in ecstasy, even the emperor who gave out three thousand shi of grain, they were unwilling to kowtow to thank him, the others would forget it in this life.

The concubine has already gone, and they can only pay homage to her tomb, except for the concubine, they dare not trust her wholeheartedly.

"This lotus root is really good, wait for me to make soup for you."

Lady Mu smiled at Jinxia, ​​as if the sadness just now did not exist at all.

"Put some dried osmanthus, the princess liked to drink it before."

When the lotus root soup was ready to be served, Jinxia sprinkled some dried osmanthus, filled a bowl in a clear jade bowl, placed it in front of the tablet in front of the main hall, and lit a stick of incense.

The faces of the two were blurred by the faint smoke. They couldn't understand the princess's character very well. How could she be so tenacious and die by self-immolation?

They still don't believe it in their hearts, but they have to believe it.

"The concubine must have encountered a hurdle that she couldn't get over, that's why," Mrs. Mu sighed.

"She must also hope that we all live well," Jinxia whispered, "There are so many people, only us are left."

In the inn, Yao Tong took a deep breath, suppressing the surging sorrow, "Ah Qing, I want to see them."

Yang Muqing knew that this meeting was not to see how they were doing from a distance, but to meet for real.

"Okay, I'll make arrangements."

Yao Tong knew that her behavior was bold and risky, but she had to meet them.

"Don't worry, we've been here for a while, and no one doubts our identities. Nothing will happen there." Yang Muqing comforted her, "Besides, we still have internal support."

It was near the middle of the twelfth lunar month, and the weather was getting colder. Yao Tong stuffed something in her stomach, and there was an obvious curvature under the thick winter clothes. At first glance, she could be seen as a "pregnant woman" for some months.

On this day, Yang Muqing got the letter, helped Yao Tong, who was tightly wrapped, into the carriage, and left the city all the way.

Outside the city, there is a forest of wintersweet in Xiangji nunnery, where large areas of wintersweet flowers bloom in mid-winter, the yellow flowers are like wax, and the fragrance is strong.The most wonderful thing is that this place is very beautiful but not very well-known. There are three or five literati who come here every day, and there will never be crowds.

The place is chosen here, which is both inconspicuous and easy to conceal.

Yao Tong jumped out of the carriage and saw Tianquan at a glance. She moved her lips, her throat was choked, and she didn't speak.

"You're still alive!" Tianquan bowed deeply, "It's really great."

"Wang" Tianquan almost blurted out, then almost closed his mouth, "Follow me."

In the quiet room deep in the Xiangji nunnery, there was a sudden burst of crying, which stopped slowly, followed by murmuring and mourning.

Tianquan, Yang Muqing and others stayed far away and stood guard at the entrance of the trail.

The old people reunited, separated by life and death, and almost forgot the time.

Yang Muqing looked at the increasingly gloomy sky several times, but finally couldn't bear to call Yao Tong out.

And the accident happened unexpectedly.

"Whoosh whoosh."

There was a toothache sound of bows and arrows, and Yang Muqing, Tianquan and others suddenly lowered their bodies. Soon, the sound disappeared, but no arrow came towards this direction.

However, Yang Muqing and Tianquan looked at each other with a strong sense of vigilance in their eyes.

Then, the sound of swords and guns clashing came clearly, with the sound of piercing flesh, and the movement became louder and louder. By this time, it was already possible to distinguish that the sound of the battle came from the wintersweet grove.

"Escort, protect Your Majesty!"

Hearing this loud shout so suddenly, Yang Muqing's expression became serious, and her sharp eyes fixed on Tianquan.

Tianquan couldn't believe it, "How could it be? Today is the Longevity Day, and he is feasting all the ministers in the palace, why did he come here?"

Yang Muqing breathed a sigh of relief seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, no matter what the situation was over there, as long as it wasn't leaked by Tianquan, there was room for change.

She rushed in like the wind, and before she had time to explain, she quickly wrapped Yao Tong in a cloak, pulled up the hood, covered her face in the long and dense fur, and dragged her out.

They left with their front feet, and a voice sounded from their back feet, "Tianquan, why are you here?"

Yao Tong, who was leaning on Yang Muqing and covered most of her body by her, froze. The voice was Tianshu.
Is that person there?

"He's here." Yang Muqing whispered in a very low voice, Yao Tong stumbled, and hurriedly grabbed Yang Muqing's arm, and the two looked very intimate.

(End of this chapter)