There are too many things that he can't understand, and Feng Qingge doesn't want to think any more, urging the little thing in his arms, with his sensitive nose, to find the detained person. Too lazy to pretend to enter the city, Feng Qingge hugged Qi Ling, chose a remote place, went straight over the city wall, and went straight to the capital.
The capital of Yun Country was no different from when she left, except that Prince Cen's mansion was even more desolate, and even the weeds in the courtyard were as tall as one person. Let alone people, those things that Zheng Zixu regarded as treasures have long since been evacuated by someone. The drapes were shaking dirty in the wind, and the leaves were flying, but no one cleaned them.
With a sour nose, Feng Qingge hurriedly turned her head away, quickened her pace, and avoided the place where she once lived. In the eyes of people in the capital, Feng Qingge has always been a dead fat person, but now, other than acquaintances, no one else knows what she looks like.
Just when Feng Qingge left, the black figure hiding in Prince Cen's mansion passed over the wall and quickly hid in the dark corner. His black eyes swept over the figure that left, he frowned slightly, but did not dare to go forward. To confirm, is it her?
"Daddy, over there, over there..." chirping like a little sparrow, Qi Ling waved his little hand in Feng Qingge's arms and pouted his mouth, which was quite the speed of Feng Qingge Dissatisfied, it is better for him to roll over.
Almost vomited blood by the popularity in his arms, Feng Qingge had no choice but to hold Qi Ling's mouth, the corners of his mouth twitched and said: "You think I don't want to hurry up, you can point to a way out anyway!" Feng Qingge is considered a I know, Qi Ling's head is straight, and he can smell Mu Cangyun's breath, but he only knows the distance in a straight line! Every time he saw a dead end, Feng Qingge even strangled his heart.
In the capital where there are so many guards patrolling, she really didn't dare to climb over the wall directly, so she had to re-select the route and detour from other routes. In this way, it is better for this little thing to directly tell her where Mu Cangyun is, so she can kill him directly, bah, sneak in secretly.
However, Qiling couldn't even tell the complete words, and the number of times he went down the mountain was pitiful, and he couldn't even tell the place. He only knew the approximate direction. Murong Chu has now controlled the entire capital, so the place where Mu Cangyun is located is definitely a heavily guarded place. At this stage, the only one who is willing to spend ruthless efforts to deploy troops is probably the imperial palace.
As Feng Qingge expected, the place Qi Ling was referring to was also here. When he got to the door, he wanted to rush in. Fortunately, the Feng Qing singer was quick and grabbed the boy. However, now Feng Qingge is worried, how to get in is a problem. If Uncle Burning Fire Stick is here, there must be a way to get in.
"That, over there..." Pulling on Feng Qingge's clothes, Qi Ling pointed to the people on the other street. The middle-aged uncle, who was hunched over and pushing the scooter with both hands, wiped the sweat from his forehead and hung on his waist. with a token. Feng Qingge recognized it at a glance, this is a token that can enter and leave the palace at will, but it is only the lowest, pouring a chamber pot.
Fighting, isn't it a nightpot!
Looking at the wooden barrels placed, Feng Qingge took advantage of the uncle who pushed the cart to get around to fetch water. Another wooden barrel, the stench almost made her faint. Before Qi Ling could speak, Feng Qingge picked up the rag on the side and sent it to his mouth, closing the lid with a bang. .
These actions were only completed in an instant. Even the uncle who put down the tea did not notice it. He pressed the scooter with both hands and continued towards the front door.
"Several adults, the little one will go to the East Palace to clean up Yexiang, please be accommodating." It seems that he has long been used to it. The uncle who pushed the scooter wiped his fingers on his clothes, and then took out a few pieces of silver from his purse. , hand them.
Weighing the money in their hands, the guards just waved their hands and said, "Okay, let's go, it stinks to death. You are the only one to accept such a stinky thing."
"Yes yes yes." Nodding his head again and again, the uncle pushed up the scooter, apologized and walked towards it.
Who has nothing to hide in this urinal! The plot on TV is really unreliable! Even if you are pinching your nose, you can smell the strong smell of urine in the barrel, and Feng Qingge is even more unlovable. Listening to the movement outside, I thought this group of people would check it, but I didn't expect to let it go.
Maybe they can't stand the smell of this night fragrance, what a hot eye!
"Come out, the two inside." The uncle who was pushing the trolley outside tapped the wooden barrel until he turned the corner and could not see the guards. Can he still not know the weight of the trolley he pushed? When he was pushing the car outside, he felt it, but he didn't say it clearly. Now that there was no one, he also moved his arms.
Almost at that moment, Qi Ling and Feng Qingge lifted the lid at the same time, but before Feng Qingge could rush out, Qi Ling's small fist had already hit her nose, making her grimacing in pain.
"Smelly!" Turning over to the ground, Qi Ling used the most common move, rolling on the ground, wishing to get rid of all the smell of this body.
Feng Qingge drilled out of the wooden barrel, the taste of this body is simply beyond words to describe. Patting his clothes, Feng Qingge smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, uncle, we have something to go to the palace, this..."
"It's your skill to be able to get into the urinal and get in there. Just do whatever you want. The current capital has changed without Lord Cen." Rolling up his sleeves, he pushed his head down. It was a scooter, the uncle took a look at Feng Qingge and left. The corner of his mouth raised a shallow smile, and when Feng Qingge left, he grinned.
Without doing more than that, Feng Qingge picked up Qi Ling and ran away, this kid dares to chatter here, if he recruits guards, it will be over! Deliberately avoiding the patrolling guards, under the guidance of Qi Ling, Feng Qingge began to head towards the prison.
"Zi..." In the dark dungeon, there was not a trace of sunlight, the unpleasant damp smell was in the air, the moldy straw was full of bugs, the scarred people were chained by iron chains, and they could only lie flat in the cold On the ground, the scars on the back are even more shocking.
Everyone has scars, but no one makes a sound. They clenched their fists and looked into the depths of the prison.
The kerosene light was a little dim, and the man hanging on the wooden frame was already in a coma, and the merciless ice water fell from the top of his head, forcing him to wake up. The weak legs were also tied to the wooden frame. He slowly opened his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and looked at the person standing in front of him.