Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of Beauty Always Conspiring against Me

After walking for a while, he was stopped by soldiers: "What are you doing?!"

Aunt Cui said: "We are here to deliver silk to Xiao Roujun."

The soldier next to him glanced at the things and let people in.

"stop!"

The man stood in front of Song Ci: "Why haven't I seen this man before?"

Song Ci's heart skipped a beat when he was stopped.

Aunt Cui immediately came up to make a rescue.

"He's a new maid. He didn't come after teaching the rules a few days ago, but he just arrived today."

The soldier nodded and let Song Ci in.

When passing by, he whispered: "Thank you, Aunt Cui."

"I can't control you here, you go east to the third wing."

Aunt Cui finished speaking in a low voice and led the maids behind to the front yard.

Song Ci walked quickly, and arrived at the place that Aunt Cui mentioned without any danger along the way.

Sitting under the pavilion is a beautiful woman, although only her back is exposed.

The man turned his head and saw him, but there was no emotion in his eyes.

He said, "Come here, give me a massage."

Song Ci walked in immediately, and only then could he see the woman's face up close.

Seeing that Song Ci didn't move, the man looked at him suspiciously, and seemed a little displeased: "What's the matter with you?"

Song Ci looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him, and asked, "Are you Xiao Roujun?"

The man smiled: "I'm not, are you?"

The dark light flashed across Song Ci's eyes, looking at the eyebrows and eyes similar to his mother's, he curled his lips and smiled: "You are not Xiao Roujun, who are you?"

The woman slapped the table, "Bold slave, you dare to question me!"

Song Ci heard the movement and immediately pulled the fake Xiao Roujun into the house.

A maid shouted outside: "Madam, are you alright?"

Just as Xiao Roujun was about to say something, she felt that the strength on Dao's neck increased and she couldn't breathe.

The voice next to her ear was cold and thin: "Let her go."

Xiao Roujun said to the maid outside the door: "Nothing, I'm tired and want to rest, you guys go."

"Yes, ma'am."

Song Ci let go of her neck when she heard the people outside left.

Looking down at the woman who fell on the ground, "Where is the real Mr. Xiao Rou?"

The woman retorted: "How do I know!"

"You don't know?" Song Ci asked back.

There was obvious disbelief in those cold eyes.

"I advise you to tell me the truth, otherwise..." Song Ci didn't say the following words.

This was enough to make Xiao Roujun shudder.

"Why did you impersonate Xiao Roujun?" Song Ci dropped the question.

"What can it be for, for survival."

The fake Xiao Roujun didn't seem to care about it anymore, and tidied up to make herself look less embarrassed.

"Who are you Xiao Roujun?" The woman looked at Song Ci suddenly with curiosity.

"Don't say you have nothing to do with Mr. Xiao Rou, and you can come to the City Lord's Mansion at the risk of nothing, I don't believe it."

The woman smiled, with her own charm, she was similar to Xiao Roujun.

Song Ci felt awkward watching this man make such an expression with a cold face.

This Xiao Roujun doesn't seem to be willing to stay in the City Lord's Mansion, maybe he can take advantage of it.

"She is kind to me."

The grace of nurturing is also grace.

She was telling the truth.

Xiao Roujun didn't guess their relationship, but it didn't hinder her.

This girl has the ability to enter the City Lord's Mansion, since she is here to repay her kindness, she must be saving Xiao Roujun, she may use this opportunity to escape.

The fake Xiao Roujun continued: "I do know where Xiao Roujun is, but it's up to you to find the exact location."

Seeing that she didn't continue, Song Ci said, "What conditions do you have?"

"Send me away from Youzhou." The woman smiled.

"can."

Song Ci nodded.

Xiao Roujun signaled him to sit down: "I was arrested from Lincheng and brought to Youzhou a few years ago. I overheard them saying that I should stay in Youzhou instead of Xiao Roujun, and sent the real Xiao Roujun to the imperial city overnight."

"Why do you want to marry the city lord?"

The fake Xiao Roujun rubbed his eyebrows: "In order to deceive others, if Xiao Roujun marries the city lord, they will not be able to leave Youzhou."

"Others won't think about it." The fake Xiao Roujun is Li Rong and continued: "My real name is Li Rong."

"Miss Li Rong." Song Ci looked at this young face that looked like his mother's, and continued: "They don't let the Song family get close to the City Lord's Mansion because they are worried that you will be discovered and your identity discovered?"

"Yes."

Li Rong bought Song Ci a cup of tea, "You have also seen how tight this garden is, not only to prevent others from entering, but also to prevent me from escaping."

"When are you going to take me out?"

Afraid of Song Ci's repentance, Li Rong continued: "The city lord is not in Youzhou. I heard that he has gone to the imperial city for the past two days. The remote road here is far away and he won't be able to make it back within half a month."

Song Ci didn't touch the tea in front of him, stood up and saluted: "I'll take you out now."

Li Rong looked at him: "What?"

Song Ci whispered in her ear.

After half an hour.

A little maid wearing a veil followed the other maids out.

Song Ci knocked out the maid just now, and tied her up, in case she would wake up and struggle, she sealed her mouth with a cloth and covered her with a quilt.

Just now before Li Rong left, he had told him the general route, and climbed out in twos or threes around the big tree behind, and climbed over the wall.

Seeing Li Rong waiting outside, "Follow me."

Li Rong followed Song Ci to a forest, San Wei had already pulled up the carriage and was waiting here.

Song Ci changed into a plain white and blue patterned men's outfit again.

Song Zhi held Song Ci's hand tightly, very worried, and ordered like an old mother:
"Be careful on the road, and remember to bring food, these..."

"It's a long journey, and I don't know what the weather will be like. Brother prepared a few more clothes for you."

They were assigned here by the emperor and couldn't leave, and they couldn't go to the imperial city with Song Ci because of the access control.

Thinking of this, Song Zhi clenched his fists, he couldn't go with his baby sister!

Song Ci patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I will definitely find my mother and bring you all out."

After finishing speaking, he got into the carriage, looked at Song Ci in men's clothes from inside, and was surprised: "Aren't you a woman?"

"Who told you?" Song Ci asked back.

Qi Ping on the side pursed his lips and said nothing.

What my sister says is what...

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Daxia Palace
The old emperor finally waited for his son who had not returned for ten years, and his eyes were full of tears.

The second prince looked at the man standing in the hall and gritted his teeth angrily.

"Why isn't Dong Ziyou dead yet?"

The prince looked sad: "Second brother, how can you talk like this?"

The second prince sneered: "His Royal Highness is really kind-hearted, and he is not worried about his position as the crown prince at all."

The second prince purposely bit the words Zhaixinrenhou, and was acting strangely in yin and yang.

When the prince heard the second brother's words, he felt uncomfortable: "It doesn't matter whether you want to be the prince or not, I don't want to hurt the friendship between the three of us."

The second prince is really fed up with the prince's hypocrisy: "Don't say this in front of me, it happens that the seventh brother is back, go and talk to your precious seventh brother."

The prince only regarded the second brother as an ignorant child, and shook his head: "Second brother, he is also your seventh brother."

"He is not!"

The second prince gritted his teeth and said, if the old emperor hadn't been on top, he would have flung his sleeves and left.

The emperor looked at his son whom he had not seen for many years, his eyes were red, "Ziyouzhen has been looking for you for ten years, and you are finally back."

The emperor and his son recounted the past, and dismissed the ministers of the court.

Seeing Dong Ziyou's back, the second prince shook his sleeves and left.

His Royal Highness saluted and withdrew.

The emperor with gray temples was holding the man's hand tightly like an old father, his voice was choked but powerful: "Ziyou, how have you been doing all these years?"

The emotion on Dong Ziyou's face was very light: "Fortunately, someone rescued me, otherwise I would not be able to stand in front of my father today."

Baby (づ￣￣)づKangkangwo, come knock on the little broken bowl again.

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