Qiao Yu woke up from that dream. His cheeks were hot and red, and his eyelids were too heavy. He couldn't lift them up. He could only half open and said vaguely, "Aci."

Anping squatted in front, and his whole body was almost fattening into a ball, but his movements were as fast as lightning. He immediately pressed against Qiao Yu's lips, and only caught the last tone.

No one can hear it clearly.

He asked hurriedly: "Xiaoyu, you wake up, are you still feeling uncomfortable..."

Qiao Yu was stunned and tranced. His whole body was in pain. He didn't want to wake up. It was probably because of a high fever and his head was dizzy. Everything in front of him seemed to have changed shape, either enlarged or shrunk. Compared with the dream just now, it was even more like the human world.

In fact, he can no longer remember what happened in his dream, but he still has a lot of sadness left in his heart.

Even if Anping spoke to him seriously, Qiao Yu only woke up for a moment and fainted again.

Anping sighed, he took out two dried pies from the package, soaked them in hot water, and scooped a large spoonful of fragrant beef sauce on one of them, accidentally dripped it onto a small finger, licked it with his tongue, and then wrapped the can carefully, and handed the pie wrapped in the pie outward.

A lantern hung on the horse's head, barely illuminating the road ahead. The road was particularly rugged, surrounded by wild grass and withered trees. If you are not careful, you have to plant it. Changle put all his thoughts on the road and didn't even have the time to eat pies.

Anping stretched out his body and fed him in this position.

Changle took the first bite and hadn't eaten the beef sauce inside yet. He smiled and said to Anping: "Did you just steal the meat sauce inside?"

Anping is already fat and can't even find his eyes when he smiles. "Senior brother's nose is so sharp, no wonder he has always been better at cooking than me."

Changle took a second bite and found that it was stuffed with meat sauce and big beef sauce. Just as he was about to open his mouth, Anping grew up, "I have eaten it inside, it's more than this, it's just too salty. I took a big mouthful of water and didn't leave any smell. Can my senior brother still smell it?"

They were imprisoned in the palace for half of their lives. They didn't know the people and things outside, nor did they know how to go ahead. They could only grop forward, even if they would fall down or suffer.

Anping was afraid that Changle would not be able to hold on, so he wanted to ask him to rest for a while. Changle stopped and looked at the road on the map with the dim lights, and smiled and said, "I can hold on for a while. I'm not tired. If I can go a little further, I'm panicked. Take good care of Qiao Yu, and I'm not at ease now."

They were lucky, so they kept following the right path. Qiao Yu's high fever gradually subsided, but he was covered in wounds. He was not in good health and had low fever. He couldn't wake up. He was half-drowsy and half-awake. Sometimes he was confused and speechless when he opened his eyes. He relied on the rice soup he had been slack every day, but the wounds were healed little by little.

Qiao Yu burned on and on for more than a month, and it was not until the deepest wound on his body healed that he gradually woke up.

His voice was lighter, thinner and smaller than the kitten's cry, but very firm, and he asked, "Where is your highness? Have I not seen him for a long time?"

An Ping was stunned. He actually didn't know much about Jing Yan. When they were too noble, they only vaguely knew that Qiao Yu had a deep affection with Jing Yan. Later, after coming out, they heard that they had a very different relationship with each other. The whole palace knew exactly what it was, but no one dared to say it clearly.

They always thought that Qiao Yu was forced. After all, he was a child of a noble family. He had a thousand acres of fertile land in his family, inherited by his ancestral home, and had an official position. He had a successful future, but he was forced to stay in the palace and stay with Jing Yan.

Qiao Yu looked at his brain gradually becoming clear. He glanced at the narrow place around him, shaking, definitely not in the palace, and asked again, "Where is my Highness?"

Anping told Qiao Yu about this from beginning to end, including picking him up that day. He was seriously injured and had a high fever that he almost died. He ran around day and night, and now he has been running for life.

Qiao Yu was stunned. He closed his eyes, wondering what he was thinking, and struggled to get up from the narrow couch, "I want to go back, let's go back, I want to go find Your Highness."

Although he was a little spoiled with Changle and Anping, he was always restrained and would not make any unreasonable demands. At most, he acted coquettishly and asked others to let him. But now he is different from the past. He became stubborn and almost broke his wounds. Changle pressed him hard. His skin was already dark. His wind and sun were blowing and sun, and he added many wrinkles these days. It was a bit terrible. He stared into Qiao Yu's eyes, no longer comforted him, but said in a deep voice: "There were three results in that palace change. Either Concubine Feng won, now the second prince became the emperor, or your highness won, now he is the master of the palace, and there is another reason why they all lost."

Qiao Yu was so weak that he refuted after hearing this, "Your Highness will not lose, he promised me."

Changle smiled coldly, "That's what you think, but for us, the eldest prince only has 30% of the chance of winning at most. Now you say that we will return to Beijing. If it is Concubine Feng or His Majesty, can we still have a life? Qiao Yu, do you want us to die?"

Qiao Yu's heart tightened into a ball. He was so sad. He stared at Changle blankly, his wet black eyes were filled with tears. It took him a long time to speak, "I'm not, I don't, I don't want you... you are so kind to you, and saved my life at that time. I know, you are kind to me... I just..."

He stuttered for a long time, but couldn't say what happened later. He just wanted to see Jing Yan so much.

It has been a month, and he has disappeared for a month. Qiao Yu didn't dare to think about what his A Ci should do? Is he very sad, worried and afraid, will he cry for himself?

Qiao Yu couldn't bear to think about it anymore.

But Changle was right, others should not be responsible for their own affairs. He thought for a moment and said seriously: "Then you put me down from the front and I can go back to Beijing by myself. When I go back to find Your Highness, I will come to see you."

Anping, who had been wiping tears beside him, finally rushed over. He stretched out a finger and poked Qiao Yu's shoulder. Without exerting much force, Qiao Yu shook and couldn't help but fall backwards.

He was too thin to be human. His bones were covered with a thin layer of skin, and every tiny blood vessel was clearly visible. He had reached a terrible step. No need for strong winds, as long as people walked past him, they could take him down.

Anping said: "Look at how you look, can you walk back by yourself? Now that you can get off the carriage by yourself, I won't stop you and send you there."

Qiao Yu couldn't climb down, so he held the only Buddhist bead tightly. It was the blessing Jing Yan gave him, his life, his strength, and everything he had now. He thought about Jing Yan in his heart, and he was so brave that he could not hold on, but even if he tried hard, his body could not hold on and could not ask him to stand up.

He has no choice, really has no choice.

Sometimes there is nothing in the world that can't be done by yourself. Everything you give is not something you can achieve. This is different from everything he experienced before. All his previous wishes were fulfilled by Jing Yan, but now there is no one. He is far away in the sky and is not by his side.

When Qiao Yu thought of this, she finally couldn't help but burst into tears and started crying.
Chapter completed!