Fast Travel: The Villain Is Obsessed with Attacking Me

Wen Qi bent her lips: "I like it very much."

She walked over and picked one off carefully: "Let's go, let's go out for a stroll."

Jin Yan was a little surprised, and immediately responded: "Okay."

Wen Qi strolled slowly, following the coordinates of the egg flower in his mind, the more remote the place, the weeds grew luxuriantly.

Jin Yan panicked: "Madam, where are we going? It's so remote..."

"It's okay, there will be no ghosts, just walk around casually." Wen Qi said softly, pinching the crabapple flowers with soft fingers without stopping.

"Wait a minute." Wen Qi whispered.

Jin Yan immediately stood still.

Not far away, under the palace wall, a man dressed as an eunuch bent down and put food on the ground. There was a small round hole at the base of the wall, which could only allow one hand to pass through.

A dirty little hand quickly stretched out from the hole, and took the yellow steamed bun in.

The little eunuch sighed: "My lord, the slaves will rarely come here in the future. The new master is strict. I just took office, so I can't sneak away all day. You..."

He couldn't bear to say the rest.

There was silence for a while before a hoarse voice came out slowly.

"it is good."

There is no more text.

The little eunuch couldn't bear it, and put the two big white steamed buns in his arms on the base of the wall.

He whispered: "Tomorrow the slave will not come."

"...wait for the slave for two days."

The other end was quiet for a long time, and slowly stretched out his hand to take the steamed buns in.

Soon, the little eunuch left.

Wen Qi pursed her lips.

Dan Hua said: [That child is the hero. ]

"it is good."

Jin Yan withdrew his gaze, his small face wrinkled: "Your Majesty..."

"Go back." Wen Qi glanced at the hole in the wall, turned and left.

Her head started hurting again.

……

He returned to Kunning Palace soon, and after the meal, Jin Yan brought the dark brown concoction again, with a strong bitter taste, and his sober mind resisted it even more than the last time he drank it.

"Hmm..." Wen Qi's face was wrinkled, and it took him a long time to drink it in one go, and the next second he immediately threw the candied dates into his mouth.

Wen Qi breathed a sigh of relief with candied dates in his mouth, and handed the bowl back: "Go out."

Jin Yan backed out as promised.

Wen Qiban lay on the bed with his eyes closed and said softly, "Give me the plot of the hero."

In the next second, the story of the bystanders flooded into his mind.

The hero is Ming Yi, the prince born to a concubine when Ming Xuanyi first came to the throne.

He was originally a distinguished eldest prince, but his mother and concubine have a shallow background.

Although Ming Xuanyi had no feelings for her, the first child still aroused the jealousy of the concubine in the harem, secretly administered chronic poison to her mother and concubine, and finally gave birth to him prematurely at seven months old.

Her mother and concubine were also exhausted by the poison, and died after barely giving birth to him.

Ming Xuanyi just let the nanny feed him indifferently, took Ming Yi at will, and then ignored him.

This casual attitude naturally let everyone in the harem know that he is not taken seriously even if he is the eldest prince. Therefore, it is common for the servants to look for other masters cleverly.

Only the nanny and a little eunuch who was close to him were still loyal to him, and they were short of food and clothing, but they dragged him until he was eight years old.

But when he was eight years old, his mother and concubine's clan committed crimes and was implicated, and he was thrown into the cold palace with him.

Perhaps it was a miracle that the three of them lived in limbo for four years without food and clothing.

until that winter.

The cold palace is cold, the winter is getting colder and colder, lacking clothes and food, the nanny gave all the thick clothes and quilts to Ming Yi, worrying about illness and not keeping warm, the nanny soon froze to death on the bed.

The young Ming Yi stood silently beside the bed, the wind whizzed into the house through the broken window.