At this time, the palace was in chaos, everyone was in danger, just thinking about how to escape.

The imperial kitchen was also in a mess. The supervisor and the head locked themselves in a small warehouse. There was a place where precious ingredients were stored. The door lock was stronger than other places, and the place was smaller and there were not many people. Changle was now in charge and should have been qualified to enter. He wanted to bring Anping and even wanted to use his quota to exchange Anping for him. Unfortunately, he was tall and thin, Anping was fat and round, and took up a lot of space.

Such an exchange is really not a cost-effective deal. Those people don’t agree. Changle still wants to use force. They don’t allow Anping to be squeezed out. The little fat man came out by himself. He went to pull Changle’s hand. “Senior brother, you don’t come in, it’s boring me alone. Let’s go.”

Changle sighed and whispered: "Fool."

I was still not satisfied, and I added another sentence, "Idiot, after eating so much, I only grow fat but not brains."

Anping smiled, "So I have to trouble my senior brother to take care of me. I am stupid and greedy, and I can't live without my senior brother. Don't leave me behind."

Changle held his hand and held it tightly together, "If you don't leave you, you will die."

There are no rare jewelry in the imperial kitchen, so it is useless to come here. But after Feng Nannan and Jing Xu died, the lonely guards were not aware of the situation. They were not capable and were not assigned to those good places in the harem. They wandered around these places. If they ran into eunuchs, they would kill them and nothing would happen.

Changle led Anping to hide calmly, and even went to his house to bring all the money he had saved over the years with them. The two of them hid in the dark bushes for a while. Seeing that the guards were gradually decreasing, Anping had not had time to breathe a sigh of relief, Changle calmly said: "Anping, let's leave the palace, leave here, and never come back."

Anping was beaten when he was a child. When he was not full or warm, he always had to hide in the quilt and whisper with Changle, leaving the palace and living a good life outside the palace. Changle always just patted his back, but he would not agree with a word.

Changle lowered his voice and explained to An Ping's ear: "I don't know how many people died in this palace transformation. We are just two little eunuchs. Who cares? No one will even take care of the corpse when they die. But if they can escape in the chaos, no one will know that you and I are eunuchs, no slaves, and no longer have to serve anyone. In the future, you and me will be the only ones."

The surrounding corpses were covered with a strong smell of blood, but they were talking about such a beautiful thing, Anping didn't ask anything. He trusted Changle with all his heart. Even if he knew how dangerous this matter was, he would easily lose his life and was willing to take risks with the other party.

Changle was really a capable and prepared person. It was only more than an hour since this idea came out of his mind. He had already figured out how to do it. When they were young eunuchs, they had done the work of pouring water. The smell of water and night fragrance was bad. They could not go through ordinary large and small doors, but opened a narrow door, tailor-made for the carriages they transported. It was little known. On weekdays, two eunuch guards were taken care of. The guards were not here for many years and were only responsible for holding the keys.

Today's swamp truck has not had time to go out.

Both of them dared not take lanterns, for fear of attracting other people's attention, so they leaned against the wall and moved towards it little by little. Because the slurry was so smelly, they usually didn't stop in the imperial kitchen, but in a remote corner outside. An Ping was very fat and didn't move much. At this time, he seemed to be willing but not strong enough. He accidentally fell and fell to the side, rubbing his face with a corpse, which was scared to death, his eyes widened, and he always felt that the corpse was too familiar.

Changle pulled him up and asked hurriedly: "Is there anything wrong?"

An Ping was stunned for a moment, shook his head, pointed to the "corpse" and said, "Yes, that's Xiaoyu..."

Changle was stunned. Before he could speak, he heard Anping stutter for a while, and then said, "He is still angry and still alive!"

An Ping took this breath, knelt down, took out the fire note from his sleeve, carefully blew it up, and looked at Qiao Yu.

This look almost made him take a breath of cold air. Qiao Yu's body was soaked in blood, the wound in his palm turned white, and the blood was almost dry.

Anping looked up at Changle, his eyes full of desire. Qiao Yu has always been their good friend. Even though he did not want to be involved in the throne dispute because of his different identities this year, he has not met and talked to him for a long time. He has always regarded Qiao Yu as his good friend.

Changle closed his eyes and made a quick decision, "You go to the front to lead the way, I will carry him on my back and take him out."

Qiao Yu was so injured that if he just stayed here for one night, it would be impossible to survive tomorrow. And although he did not understand the specific matters of the palace change, the guards said that when the eldest prince ascended the throne, they would be promoted to the title and titled marquis and prime ministers. It was obvious that it was Jing Xu who did it, and Qiao Yu was Jing Yan's man, how could he have a way out?

Although Changle was calm and rational, if he really asked him to give up on his friend and watched Qiao Yu die, he would not be able to do it.

Fortunately, Changle Anping was used to working in the imperial kitchen, and his hands and feet were clean and neat. The guards had ruined the imperial kitchen and went elsewhere. The surroundings were empty and no one saw it. They stuffed Qiao Yu next to the empty bucket, Changle drove his horse, poured oil before leaving, burned the place, and followed the path toward the remote one.

The small door rushed over.

It was so cold in the late night of early autumn that An Ping shrank beside Qiao Yu. He could see his pale cheeks, his lips were dry, and there was no blood on his head. Except for the faint sound of breathing, it seemed like he had died. An Ping was trembling in fear. For the fate of the three of them in the future, and for whether they can escape the weakness now, there was still a hidden expectation inside.

They have no way out.

He pulled the carriage all the way to the small door, with the body of the guard upside down next to him. Changle took out the key from his body, and when he took it, it was very ice-cold when he shook it, as if it was also stained with the coldness of the dead.

The lives of the people in the palace were not worth the money at first, not to mention that at this time, life and death are based on fate.

It was not until he really left the palace that Anping dared to stick his head out, look back at the huge cage drowned in the mist, and asked softly: "Senior Brother, what are we going to do now?"

Changle frowned, "I have to find a doctor to bandage Qiao Yu's wound."

Anping's voice gradually lowered, "And what..."

Changle finally smiled, "Then, then escape, the farther you run, the better, escape to a place where no one can find it and no one knows us, okay?"

That would naturally be the best.

In the palace.

After Jing Yan handled the troublesome clan, the clothes on his body were still the blood-stained regular clothes. He got up and changed into Sheng Hai. After thinking for a while, he still wanted to see Qiao Yu too much. Before he could change his clothes, he asked for a thin cloak that barely covered his blood. He hurried back to the Xianlin Palace.

At this time, the sky was not bright, and a few stars were lurking among the clouds, and the scenery was vaguely shining, and a very quiet scenery. But the palace was still not stable, and Feng Nannan and Jingxu's remnants were surrounding and suppressing each other. Even outside the palace, Jing Yan immediately sent someone to capture Feng Cheng's family. He arranged all this calmly and died in his hands that night, and countless people were in his writing.

Jingyan doesn't care about human life.

When he arrived not far from the Xianlin Palace, Jing Yan paused, sorted out his clothes, and hid the sword tighter. He was just afraid that Qiao Yu would be afraid, so he came back to meet him, comforted him for a few words, and then went back to deal with those busy affairs.

Until he entered the Xianlin Palace, the palace was full of corpses everywhere, with guards arranged by Jing Yan, and another group of people. Jin Fu fell in front of the bedroom. Jing Yan said nothing, his face was gloomy, and he walked in, kicking open the hidden door with one foot.

Jing Yan had never been afraid of anything in his life. He was not even afraid of his own death, but he was only afraid that when he opened the door, there was no living Qiao Yu inside.

Not to mention seeing it, he didn't even dare to think about it.

The eunuchs and guards around him didn't say a word, and didn't even dare to breathe, so they could only secretly glance at Jing Yan's face.

Jing Yan calmed down, and he raised his feet and walked towards the bedroom.

The windows there were closed, and a burnt candle lantern hung on the head of the bed. There were no people or corpses, only a few pools of blood, which had not yet dried, covered the ground with sticky gadgets, the fragments of the jade pendant were shining with cold light, and the Buddhist beads were all dark, sucking all the blood in, as if soaked in sin, and their own brilliance was gone. When they got closer, they were filled with rust.

Jing Yan knew that it was Qiao Yu's blood and that was his life.

His steps were unstable and he knelt straight on the pool of blood that was about to dry up. The fragments of the jade pendant pierced sharply into his knees. Jing Yan felt the pain and instinctively turned around and scolded the eunuchs who wanted to catch up and help him. He opened his mouth but didn't say anything.

No sound.

Jing Yan realized that he was hoarse at this moment. He couldn't speak, his voice was intact and his tongue was still flexible. Everything was fine. He just couldn't speak.

Because of his life, his soul is not here.

He still remembered that when he left, Qiao Yu leaned on the bed, tilted her head, and her round eyes were wet. He looked at him with grievance, but forced himself not to shed tears. He was both pitiful and cute.

Jing Yan's consciousness was a little blurred. He thought that he had arranged his life here properly, but it was less than a night, and even only three hours. He came back with the ambition of success, but his Xiaoyu, his life was no longer here.

How ridiculous he was gone, but he still lived here and did not die.

Jing Yan closed his eyes tightly, waved his hand, leaned on the ground with one hand, pinched his palm, barely stood up, his figure shaking a little, walked towards the soft couch in front of the window, with a pen, ink, paper and ink on his head.

He forced himself to calm down. The situation is still unstable. If he cannot stabilize, the palace will be in chaos and will not be able to find Qiao Yu.

Jing Yan knew that he had to be very calm and rational. He could only temporarily withdraw his feelings and write down a line of words by thinking about Qiao Yu's life.
Chapter completed!