The whole world is waiting for my deposed empress

The river in Epiphyllum Town is connected to the bottom of the cliff, and the trees on the bank are sparse and dry, and crows and sparrows fly across the sky from time to time.

Crows eat carrion, and there are many rotting corpses on the border.

Ming Feiqing was protected in a relatively clean and safe small piece of open space. All he could see were bones strewn all over the place. The flesh on some skeletons had not been pecked clean by crows, hanging on the bones and swaying in the wind.

He closed his eyes, unable to bear to look closely.

Somewhere, it seemed that someone was watching him.

Ming Feiqing turned his head suddenly, the wind blew the white veil of the veiled hat, and he clearly saw a familiar figure behind the big tree.

When the dirty boy saw him turning his head, he was stunned for a moment, then turned and ran away.

It was almost a telepathy, Ming Feiqing chased after him.

The man's footsteps were staggering, his figure was thin and thin, but he ran very fast.

Ming Feiqing tried his best to catch up. At first, he was barely able to catch up. Later, the old injury on his leg hurt him so much that he had to hold on to the ruined wall to stop. Into the dilapidated house disappeared.

"Third brother, come quickly!" A sharp voice came from the corner.

"The fairy in the book... really came alive!"

Two burly and smelly beggars stood in front of Ming Feiqing.

It was only then that Ming Feiqing realized that he had run back to the town.

To make matters worse, his veil was blown off by the wind while running!

If this face is exposed without any cover in the Southern Kingdom, it will definitely cause many disasters.

He turned his head and looked behind him, only saw a forest, he ran too far away from the river, Tianqing and the others didn't catch up!

"Beauty, did you jump out of the picture book?"

The beggar rubbed his dirty hands, stuck out his tongue and licked Ming Feiqing from the air.

Ming Feiqing: "..." He wanted to vomit.

He took a few steps back, and wanted to escape, but a stabbing pain erupted in his knee, his feet were unsteady, and he fell to the ground.

Just now I was able to walk like flying, but now my feet are out of strength, and it becomes difficult to even stand.

Seeing him so weak, the two beggars gloated in their eyes, and stretched out their four hands together, trying to lift him up and touch him.

Ming Feiqing hated that he had never practiced martial arts, so that he had no power to protect himself in this situation.

Just when the four dirty hands were about to touch him, the dirty boy suddenly flew down from the roof and landed in front of Ming Feiqing like falling from the sky.

He pushed the two beggars away with his bare hands, and kicked them to the ground with a flying kick!

Ming Feiqing: "!!!"

The two beggars saw that the person who beat them hard was the person they pushed to the ground and beat them two days ago, they became furious for a moment, and were about to stand up and fight back.

Ming Feiqing saw the young man break a tile, rushed over with lightning speed, and cut two people's eyes with the sharp end of the tile.

Those two people immediately fell to the ground and screamed in pain, their hands were covered with blood, their eyes were bloody and bloody, and they fled immediately.

Seeing that the crisis was over, the young man retreated and wanted to leave, but he heard a soft voice behind him asking for help: "I can't get up, can you help me?"

The young man stopped in his tracks, but refused to turn his head.

Ming Feiqing pretended to be weak and shouted: "It hurts so much."

He saw the young man clumsily turn around twice, and went to the corner to grab a handful of clean snow. He buried his chilblained hands in the snow, and vigorously washed the blood off his hands.

But his hands were swollen and black, they were really ugly, and they couldn't be cleaned no matter how much they were washed.

He turned back around the corner and disappeared.

Ming Feiqing was startled, thinking he ran away again, but after a while, the boy turned back again, with a clean branch in his hand.

He came over and stretched out a branch towards Ming Feiqing.

Ming Feiqing understood what he meant, but pretended not to know, and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

The boy poked the branch into his hand.

Seeing that he seemed unable to speak, Ming Feiqing realized that he was dumb.

dumb.

Huaijin will not be dumb.

He stretched out his hand, held the branch with his left hand, and the wall with his right hand, and stood up with difficulty.

Just when the other party was about to take back the branch, Ming Feiqing suddenly yanked it hard, dragging this dirty person in front of him.

The young man resisted very much, but at the moment when Ming Feiqing held his cheek, he couldn't bear to resist too much—in his bones, Huai Ziyu liked to be close to Feiqing very much, and this point would not change even if he lost his memory.

Ming Feiqing held his cheeks and brushed away the messy hair that blocked his face. What he saw was a face with a bruised nose and a swollen face covered with plague spots. Ziyu is similar.

Even the moment he saw this face clearly, he was frightened.

The boy keenly caught the trace of fear in his eyes.

He knew he was ugly, a monster.

He broke free from the embrace of the dream fairy and climbed up to the roof again.

Ming Feiqing didn't know what he was going to do.

Soon, the man jumped in front of him from the roof again holding the veiled cap.

Ming Feiqing: "..."

The boy gestured for him to put on the veiled cap, so that it would be safe.

Ming Feiqing lowered his head and motioned for him to help him put it on.

The boy's rugged and terrifying cheeks blushed imperceptibly, and his entire face became even uglier.

But his movements were very careful and gentle.

Ming Feiqing took this opportunity to look at his chest, which was full of poisonous spots and rotten flesh.

It was impossible to tell if it was an arrow wound, and the clothes on his body were also very worn out, not Xiqin's fabric and patterns, and there was no white fox fur around his neck.

Huai Ziyu said that he would wear the fox fur coat next to his body.

Not in this person.

Even though all signs are extinguishing Ming Feiqing's hope, he has an inseparable sense of familiarity with this young man.

He was so familiar with the movements of arranging the white veil for himself, exactly the same as Huai Ziyu.

"Son!!"

Wen An came with his guards.

His cry made the young man tremble with fright, and he was about to run away immediately.

Ming Feiqing grabbed his arm, and a gust of wind blew over, revealing all the white hair hidden deep on the boy's head.

Ming Feiqing's heart was blank—when did Huai Ziyu have gray hair?

He is not Huaijin.

Even though they are similar in stature and age, the world's different appearance and gray hair make him feel desperate.

He and Huai Ziyu grew up together, except for the imperial concubine Shu, no one in the world knew Huai Jin better than him.

Just because he understood, he was sure that this was not Huaijin.

"You're sick, I'll ask... the doctor to show you."

He concealed his sadness, wanting to repay the man for saving his life just now.

The boy shook his head, he seemed ashamed to see people with this strange appearance.

He ran out to save him, only out of instinct, and this instinct made him burst out with terrible strength and wisdom.

He saw the person in his dream walking in front of him and talking to him. He was filled with unspeakable joy, but he was even more afraid that his own ugliness would dirty his eyes.

He struggled to run, Ming Feiqing saw that he couldn't match his strength, so he had to compromise, he took off a valuable jade pendant, and stuffed it into the boy's hand: "This can be exchanged for money."

The young man refused to take this piece of jade, and pushed him back into Ming Feiqing's palm.

Ming Feiqing was helpless.

He could only hold the boy's swollen and dark left hand covered with chilblains, and pressed against his palm without the slightest bit of disdain.

The young man was flattered and wanted to pull it back, but Ming Feiqing held on tighter. He looked into the young man's cloudy eyes and said sincerely:

"I wish you to be free from disease and disaster, and to survive in desperation."

This sentence, if Huai Ziyu can come to see him alive, he is willing to say it to Huai Ziyu.

The boy couldn't help crying, he knew that he must be ugly when he cried, and would scare him again.

He broke away from Ming Feiqing's hand, and ran away with tears in his eyes.