Xue Qing poured tea himself and returned to the rocking chair.

"Young Master Yanzi is satisfied with the fun this time?" she said.

Pei Yanzi said: "It's okay, but you haven't been to jail."

Xue Qing raised his hand and said, "Don't drive me out of here, I don't want to go to jail."

Pei Yanzi turned a circle in front of her eyes and said, "Isn't this also going to jail?" He had to hide in the Imperial College and could not go out.

Xue Qing laughed and said, "I chose this. If you are willing to draw the ground for prison, it is not considered going to jail." He drank all the tea and poured it on the chair and shook it.

The boy's eyes narrowed, the sound of the rocking chair creaking, and the teacup was held in his hand and shaking in his palms, but he would not fall.

How could this young man be afraid? This young man was only proud. Pei Yanzi smiled and said nothing more. He continued to read the book in his hand. It seemed that there were no more people in the room, and there was no continuous creaking sound. The water was gushing on the small mud stove in the room, and the tea fragrance was everywhere in the teapot.

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Qin Mei, who was sleeping in the empress dowager's bedroom, frowned.

"What are you looking at!" he said angrily.

"Qianniang, you are awake." Suo Shengxuan's happy voice came.

Qin Mei opened her eyes and saw Suo Shengxuan wearing eunuch's clothes, and her brows frowned again.

Suo Shengxuan hurriedly said, "They said I was the Prince of Xiliang and it was not convenient to come to the Empress Dowager's bedroom. I changed into this kind of clothes so that no one would find him." He seemed to be afraid that he would be unhappy, "Qianniang, I'm worried about you. If you don't get hurt, you will definitely be very serious."

How powerful can the people who can hurt Qin Mei, they will naturally be very serious.

Qin Mei glanced at him and said, "I said that as long as you can achieve your goal, don't care about these trivial things. If you dress as a eunuch, you won't become a eunuch."

Suo Shengxuan was praised and smiled, sat down beside the bed, and whispered, "It's not an assassin, it's Xue Qing? What's going on?"

Qin Mei said: "Of course it's him, nothing. I want to kill him, he wants to kill me, that's it." As he said that, he raised his hand, his fingers were clamped with a thin piece of paper-cutting bamboo knife, and the blood stains on it had dried but had not been wiped away.

If it was not clamped in time, the paper cutting knife would penetrate his body and take his life away. Of course, there was no if in this world, and Qin Mei would certainly not be killed by the paper cutting knife.

Suo Shengxuan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and said happily: "Just say it must be him, how could you be hurt by others?"

Qin Mei looked at the bamboo knife in her hand and snorted, "I will never give him a chance to be injured next time." It will only be deadly.

Suo Shengxuan nodded: "Qianniang, you are the most powerful, you can recover from your injuries here."

Qin Mei glanced around and raised her voice and shouted.

"What's wrong with Qi Niang?" The one who pushed the door was not the eunuch palace maid, but the Empress Dowager Qin. She asked with concern, "Does it hurt again?" She turned around and called the imperial physician.

Qin Mei said: "No, don't call me the imperial physician, aunt, I want to go home to raise it."

Empress Dowager Qin was stunned and said carefully: "Qianniang, you are so seriously injured and there is no one at home. Let your aunt take care of you."

Qin Mei smiled, lifted the quilt and reached out to pat her abdomen, and said, "What a serious injury."

Suo Shengxuan also nodded: "Yes, there were some heavier ones in the past."

Before! Heavier! Empress Dowager Qin's face suddenly turned pale.

Frightened...Suo Shengxuan hurriedly added and regained: "Miss. Don't worry, that was when I was a child, and when I grew up, I was gone... No one could hurt him."

When I was a child, there was even heavier. Empress Dowager Qin's tears flowed out instantly. Thinking of Qin Mei's scars... How did he live when he was a child?

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"Don't worry, auntie, just send more people to take care of me, I still want to go home."

"This is also your home, and your father can't take care of you."

"No need to take care of me, as long as he is here, it's home. I haven't lived with my father for a long time."

Hearing this sentence, Empress Dowager Qin shed tears again and stood up without hesitation, "Okay, you go home and live, your father can't take care of you, my aunt will give you enough people."

Qin Mei Zhanyan smiled: "My aunt is so nice to me."

Empress Dowager Qin raised her sleeves and covered her face: "Young aunt can treat Qi Niang well again, and she will die with her eyes closed." She stopped here and looked at the boy who was even whiter in front of her, whose lips were slightly faded, which did not affect his beauty. "When you were a child, you didn't like others calling you Qi Niang... You don't like me, do you?"

The five-year-old boy already had his own consciousness and was pouting and making noises with dissatisfaction. His family had to coax and persuade him to prevent him from being exposed.

Qin Mei said: "No, it doesn't matter, it never matters, what is called is never unimportant." The corners of her mouth curled up. If she called Qi Niang, she would just laugh, then turn it into respect and awe.

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Countless laughter sounded around, not sarcastic words, but rigid Chinese dialects.

"Qianniang, Qiniang."

"Why are you called Qi Niang? Why don't you wear a skirt?"

Qin Mei looked around. The desert wind and sand seemed to be covered with a layer of gauze. The tulle was rolled up like a curtain. There were countless people standing beside her. In front were children, wearing white robes and gorgeous gems, making faces and making screams. Behind were adults. They were burly figures, with a doting smile and contempt and indifference on their faces. The doting smile was for their children, and contempt and indifference were looking at him.

He lowered his head and looked at his small body. A beautiful dress hit him and covered his feet.

"Put it on, put it on, you little bitch."

"Put it on and dance us a dance."

"If you don't wear it, you'll kill you."

He lowered his head and bent down to pick up the dress, and instead of putting it on, he threw it out hard, and the light dress hit the nearest child like a stone.

With a bang, the child covered his nose and cried loudly, and the nosebleed also flowed out. It turned out that there was a stone wrapped in his dress.

"The little bastard hit someone."

"You dare to hit someone."

"Beat him."

A group of children rushed up and instantly submerged their small bodies. The small bodies in the rainy fist fell down quickly, but even if they fell, they waved their hands and feet stubbornly. They could hit one by one, and they could hit one by one...

His vision gradually blurred, because he seemed to be lying on the ground, the heaven and the earth seemed to be upside down, and he could see the surroundings through the gaps in the kids' kicks and feet.

An adult looked heartbroken and cared about the child who was hit on the nose, while others looked indifferently at the children's siege, and the sound of horse hooves, and the majestic cavalry in armor rushed over, asking what was wrong with Western sarcasm.

"The kids are fighting." The adults said with a smile.

For the people of Xiliang, it is normal for children to fight, and even encourage them. The cavalrymen smiled and joked, and cheered on the side.

The children were tired after playing enough and left happily like ponies as the adults greeted them.

He lay on the ground, counting sand carefully, one day, two days, three days... many days...

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There is a tent next to the desert, and the lights are on at night, just like the warm homes where children return. The little legs and feet speed up, and they can't wait to stagger. He also has a home with a light waiting for him, but that's all.

There were food in front of the tent, and a figure was squatting where the lights in front of the tent were not shining.

There was no greeting to welcome the return, nor was there any concern for the injury. The small figure squatted down, held the cold food and ate slowly, and then slowly walked back to the tent...

"These can cure your injuries." A voice sounded behind him, and a handful of dry grass roots were thrown in.

The little hand reached over and tried to pick it up, but the dry grass roots slid away as if tied to a rope.

"If you want to, dig it out by yourself."

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There were small torches in the desert at night, and they waved the wooden sticks hard, digging out trenches and turning out dry grass vines. The little hand occasionally raised it to wipe the blood from his mouth and nose, but it did not wipe away the blood, but instead touched more... The little hand was cut and bleeded.

One is wrong, two are wrong, three are wrong... many are...

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Life is getting more and more like sand.

"Qian Niang is here!"

Accompanied by the shouts, the children who used to laugh and make disdain are a little wary... They no longer rely on fists when fighting, but various tools, whips, swords and guns... There is no fear or hesitation, no tools, stones are tools, fists are tools...

The melee is getting longer and longer, and the time for counting sand falls is getting shorter and shorter...

The sand on the ground is getting opened less and less...

One hand was diagonally inserted into the cracks of the stone, and hidden vines were pulled out, and one foot kicked over a broken wood. The ferocious snake raised its head and spitted a letter...

The grassroots were chewed, the poisonous snake was crushed, and the venom was sprayed mixed into the grassroots... The half-aged child pulled away his messy clothes and wiped them on the scars... without any stop, jumping between the dunes like an antelope...

The tent was still a tent, and the person squatting beside the tent was still like a stone. With a bang, there were many small stones beside the big stone.

The foot of the big stone is full of dense handwriting and pictures.

The little stone held the small wooden stick and looked at the paintings quickly. The wind kept blowing, and the calligraphy and paintings on the sand were disappearing quickly.
To be continued...