After traveling through time, I became a thorn in the eyes of the sickly prince

All the officials stared at Mu Xi's abnormal behavior, wondering the same question in their hearts: how did this woman avoid the fire? And how did she catch the roasted rabbit?

Du Gang pulled off a pair of shackles from the carriage and put them around Muxi's ankles without mercy. Then he pushed Muxi into the prison van with force.

"Can you be gentler?" An Muxi spit out the black residue in his mouth. This guy is like Bao Gong, who is impartial and just. Emperor Kang Ning is not worthy of this upright idiot.

Prince Duan then lay in the prison car, staring at the woman above his head, and found that she didn't even look at him.

Du Gang climbed onto the horse's back and said, "Everyone needs to hurry up. It looks like we'll have to sleep outdoors tonight!!!"

The carriage moved slowly, passing the place where two groups of people had just fought. The strong smell of blood filled everyone's nostrils.

An Muxi rolled his eyes. So many people were chasing him and Prince Duan all the way, which really took great pains.

When he saw more than 20 familiar bodies, he was stunned for a moment, because some of them were guards of Prince Duan's mansion. Although he couldn't call out their names, he knew them. Others were wearing green clothes and were the ones who locked the life gate. Among them, there was a face he recognized, that was Brother Long's personal guard ~ Qingshan. He didn't expect that Brother Long hadn't shown up for a long time and was silently protecting him.

A pair of crystal eyes slid down the corners of his eyes. The personal guards were all dead, so what about him? He moved his heavy anklets and moved his eyes to the blue sky. Looking at the bird flying in the sky, he found that no matter how the bird flew, it seemed to be shackled in this four-cornered prison car. Thinking about it, he suddenly sang in grief and anger:

"It is impossible to describe the vicissitudes of life, the joys and sorrows of life and death, and the countless glories in the world. There is always an endless amount of heartfelt feelings. It is impossible to describe the eternal fragrance, and the lingering sound of the words. The thoughts left in the story always make people yearn for it..."

The emphasis of Peking Opera, coupled with the grief and indignation, sings out the helplessness and sadness of exile. I never thought that my time travel would be so miserable. Not to mention whether I can eat well or not, now it is even a problem to live a peaceful life. The fire just now completely tore off my sense of superiority. I was exiled and lived a life of being hunted down and dying at any time.

This was the first time that Prince Duan saw An Muxi like this. He stared at her dark profile and her swaying short hair. He felt sad again, as if he was the character in the song.

"Yesterday's epic still has some waves left, but today's history can only be described in two different ways. The Spring and Autumn Period has long passed, and no one cares about the law of nature. The grudges written in ink will be passed down from generation to generation with blood and tears!"

The singing sounded far away, floating over the fields.

After singing for a long time, his voice gradually became hoarse, and Anmuxi gradually calmed down and closed his eyes!!!

for a long time,

Prince Duan propped himself up and pulled the quilt over Mu Xi, and when he saw the tears in the corners of Mu Xi's eyes, his expression paused, and he raised his big hand to slowly wipe them, but it seemed that the more he wiped, the dirtier they became, and tears flowed out desperately.

"Xier, believe in me, I will definitely let you live a good life!!!" A deep and hoarse voice.

Anmuxi did not respond.

"Xier, you can bully me as you like in the future!" He said in a flattering tone and continued to wipe away the tears with his big hand.

Mu Xi turned around silently.

Prince Duan lay down again, took her black hand, and felt her warmth. At this moment, he realized that this little woman could pull at his heartstrings, and it seemed that he felt her heartache for the first time.

The wind was blowing so hard that the weeds on the roadside were simply sticking to the ground. All the officials' clothes were blown out of shape, and they struggled to adjust their bodies and walk against the wind.

The more I walked, the worse it got. There was gradually more yellow sand. Now, every time I opened my mouth, sand would go in.

A group of horseback officials came over, escorting more than 50 men, women, and children, who also appeared to be exiles. They were all pale and thin, and some were even half-naked. They looked like they had been walking for a long time.

"Sir, are we exiled to Yazhou?"

"Correct!"

"A fellow traveler!"

The officers from both sides greeted each other and continued on their way.

An Muxi looked at the pale and skinny crowd and suddenly didn't feel sad anymore. After all, she had enough clothes and water and could even lie down. No matter what, the prince beside her would be the first to rush forward when there was danger.

After adjusting his mood, he sat up, took out the water bag to wash his face and hands. When he saw the bloody shackles on Prince Duan's ankles, he immediately lifted the quilt and said, "The wound has burst open, how could you be so careless?"

Prince Duan felt warm at heart after receiving the concern. "Xi'er just ran away, and I chased her for a few steps!"

Mu Xi stopped talking nonsense, unbuttoned his trouser legs, opened the bandage, cleaned the wound again, and applied medicine.

After applying the medicine, he habitually tucked Prince Duan's quilt in. In the last life, he only took care of patients, and in this life, he still took care of patients.

Looking at Mu Xi's fair little face and serious expression, Prince Duan was very pleased. He stared into Mu Xi's clear eyes intently and suddenly realized that the only thing his brother did right was not to let him divorce.

It is said that a friend in need is a friend indeed. This short few days of exile not only made Prince Duan take a 180-degree turn towards Mu Xi, but he even became dependent on her.

Seeing the gentleness in Prince Duan's eyes, An Muxi widened his eyes, "Your Majesty, it's better to have a stinky face!!!"

"Hehe, how did Xier escape that fire?"

Mushi didn't respond.

But soon, a big hand appeared on my hand.

"Stop touching me!"

Prince Duan did not move, but looked at Mu Xi's burnt short hair inquiringly, with an attitude that said, "I won't let go until you tell me."

"Set fire to the fire!" Mu Xi pushed it away with force. It would be cowardly to be burned to death while having space.

Prince Duan smiled and said, "Xier is so smart. It's just as I guessed. Her hair was burnt short!" He raised his big hand, grabbed Muxi's short hair and pulled away the burnt part.

"Let go, I'm uneducated and illiterate!" After saying that, she pulled back her hair and looked at the large group in the distance. She found that everyone was too tired to walk, and some simply sat on the ground and cried.

Prince Duan continued to look at Mu Xi and found that this little woman was very vengeful and seemed to remember every one of his accounts clearly.

"Princess, how do you light a fire in a fire?" the official Liu Er asked anxiously. He had been wanting to ask this question all the way.

The official Wei San immediately said, "The princess means that before the fire comes, we should first light the corn next to us, and then stand on the burned ground."

"Hahaha, so that's how it is." Liu Er looked as if he had suddenly been enlightened.

The group walked until evening and the wind finally stopped.

Du Gang led everyone to the foot of a mountain.

After a round of inspection, they dismounted and two officers took the stove from the carriage and prepared to cook.

Mu Xi glanced at the food the official had placed on the ground and found a bag of rice, two large cabbages, and a few potatoes. It looked like they would have cabbage soup in the evening.

"Someone, open the prison van, I need to go to the toilet!!!" Mu Xi slapped the prison van.