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

The next day.

At daybreak, Prince Duan and Mu Xi bid farewell to the old woman and the old man and set off for Yazhou.

The heavy snow is still falling, as if it wants to fill the space between sky and earth.

The two people had blue cloth covering their eyes and walked with difficulty like blind people.

Mu Xi was fine at first, but after walking for a while, she was exhausted and panting. She looked at the snow that was over her knees and complained, "Your Majesty, I really can't walk anymore. If I keep going like this, my bones will fall apart before we reach Yazhou."

Prince Duan untied the rope around his waist and tied the other end around Muxi's waist. He had already expected that she would not be able to walk.

So, between the snowy sky and earth, a man was dragging a woman wearing a rabbit hat and walking laboriously. The woman's two rabbit ears were swinging back and forth, and she looked very reluctant.

Looking at the rope around her waist, Mu Xi felt as if she would be tied up like this for the rest of her life. This man once said that he could have all the women in the world, but she could only have him. Why? How could an exiled and dead prince be so domineering? How could he be so confident? Thinking of this, she simply lay on the ground and said, "I want to pee!" She had her own space, food and drink, so why should she be suppressed by him?

Prince Duan stopped and pulled Mu Xi towards the woods on the right.

"Untie the rope, or else you will see it all."

"I have seen everything about you!" Prince Duan glanced at Mu Xi's face and found that there was a sense of alienation in her eyes. Since he beat her last night, she seemed to have lost her enthusiasm for him, but her outspokenness should not be tolerated!

An Muxi looked at Prince Duan's serious face and felt very angry. Finally, he had no choice but to solve the major issue of his life two meters behind Prince Duan.

The two rested for a while and continued moving forward.

The further I walked, the colder I felt, because large numbers of people who had frozen to death gradually appeared on the roadside. They were ragged and emaciated. Occasionally, I could see wild dogs gnawing on their corpses. This horrifying scene was no different from the late apocalypse.

This time, Mu Xi deeply understood the profound meaning of a sentence: While the rich have wine and meat, there are frozen corpses on the streets.

The high-ranking officials in Kyoto lived a prosperous life with no worries about food and clothing, but these common people froze to death on the roadside and no one cared about them.

When I walked into the street, I found that the doors of the shops were either closed or wide open. Some of the windows were gone, and all the things in the shops were taken away. It was obvious that they had been looted.

A large group of ragged people holding bowls together rushed to the southwest. One of them shouted: "The government is distributing porridge, everyone hurry up!"

All the people rushed towards the southwest. Some of the weak ones were pushed to the ground and trampled over by the others without mercy.

After a large number of refugees ran away, they left behind a pool of blood and several injured people on the ground. They were stunned for a while, and then cried in grief and anger, as if blaming the snow falling between the sky and the earth, or complaining about their unsatisfactory life.

Mu Xi couldn't bear it any longer, so he took out a bag of steamed buns and stuffed them into the hands of the crying mother and son.

Seeing the food, the mother holding the child immediately stopped crying, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Thank you, Buddha, for appearing. Amitabha!"

The mother generously shared the steamed buns with several other injured people.

After receiving the steamed buns, everyone thanked Anmuxi one after another. Anmuxi didn't know what was going on in his heart. He always felt that life was not easy. Whether in ancient times or modern times, his words were insincere!

In fact, the lower the level of people, the kinder they are. They are clearly hungry, but they are willing to share their only food with others. Because they have experienced the ups and downs of life, they compare their own hearts with others. The so-called righteous people are mostly butchers, and the so-called unfaithful people are mostly scholars!!!

Suddenly, there was a rush of horse hooves, accompanied by the cracking of whips and the wailing of the people, "Get out of the way, everyone!"

Mu Xi turned his head and saw a large group of soldiers riding tall horses galloping towards them. Their momentum was as if their father had died and they were waiting to grab the mourning hat. A large number of ordinary people fled in all directions with empty bowls in their hands. Some failed to dodge in time and were whipped with blood marks, and some fell in the snow pile on the side of the road.

Prince Duan's expression changed drastically, "Xi'er, come back soon."

Mu Xi was not willing to give up. His chance had come. He was so frustrated that he quickly ran towards the crowd.

He squeezed into the crowd and immediately handed out a bag of steamed buns, which immediately made the crowd excited.

Prince Duan lowered his hat and rushed into the crowd, searching for An Muxi, but all he saw were the pale and skinny faces of the people.

"Xi'er, Xi'er?"

Prince Duan quickly pushed through the crowd, looking for An Muxi's blue and white cotton jacket and rabbit hat, but there was no sign of An Muxi. He couldn't help but become angry. He pushed down several people around him who were in the way and strode towards the roof opposite, where the terrain was high and he could see better.

An officer on horseback stared at Prince Duan on the roof with burning eyes, "Who are you? Take off your hat."

Prince Duan was unwilling to do so and continued to search for Mu Xi.

An officer shouted, "Catch him! He is so good at martial arts, he must be from the Soul-Seeking Sect!" Then he flew towards the roof.

Prince Duan had a stern look on his face. He took out a whip from his bag and whipped the officers and soldiers who were flying up. After a while, seven or eight wailing officers and soldiers appeared on the ground.

Prince Duan was beating the soldiers who flew up while searching for Mu Xi. His heart seemed to be on fire and smoking. This woman was just not dealt with well enough. She was already his wife, but she was still thinking of escaping. Although he was exiled and dead, was it too much for him to be worthy of a merchant's daughter?

The people gradually dispersed, and Prince Duan did not find Mu Xi's shadow. He felt as if his heart was pierced with countless holes. Looking at the increasing number of officers and soldiers, he had no choice but to fly towards the roof of the west.

An Muxi watched Prince Duan gradually run away and squeeze out from the crack of a shop door. At this time, she changed into a navy blue cotton jacket and cotton pants with a few patches on her body, two small mustaches on her chin, and wore the most common black hat in the Great Xia Kingdom. She ran towards the east with a hunched back like a beggar.

I don't know where the south is, but as long as it is in the opposite direction of Prince Duan, it will be right.

I don’t know how long I ran, Muxi was thirsty and hungry, so I sat on the side of the road to rest.

He took out the water bag and drank a few sips. Fortunately, he put some hot water in the space. He took out a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth in big mouthfuls.

Suddenly, a tall and thin boy staggered and fell in front of him. He raised his head with difficulty, and his lustful eyes were like those of a hungry wolf.

Mu Xi subconsciously took out a dagger, thought for a moment, then took out a steamed bun from his arms and threw it over, then stood up and retreated carefully. Who knows which of these victims might be a vicious and brutal person!

The boy grabbed the bun and stuffed it into his mouth quickly. When he saw the dagger in Mu Xi's hand, he suddenly shouted excitedly, "Dad, Dad~~"

Because his mouth was full of steamed buns, he said a lot of things hesitantly, and Mu Xi didn't hear clearly, so he turned around and ran away.

Nowadays, a steamed bun can be exchanged for a grown son. How sad.

The boy stared excitedly at the direction where Mu Xi was running away. He used all his strength to stand up and chased him for two steps, but he stumbled and fell to the ground again.