Chapter 1170 Golden Cage (3)

She ate a few pieces of pastry and reluctantly licked her lips under Qingyan's advice.

In addition to taking medicine, the sick man also has taboos on other aspects of food, which is really troublesome.

"Qing Yan, I want to go out for a walk." Shen Mubai looked outside and said.

Concubine Rong was happy to be quiet, and Wenren Yingluo was in poor health, so there were only two slaves in the palace. The light smoke in front of her eyes, and the blue moon following Concubine Rong out.

Qing Yan hesitated for a moment, "Princess, the snow is thicker outside and it's very cold."

Shen Mubai almost couldn't hold it in anymore, so he pursed his lips and said, "I'll just turn around, my mother-in-law won't blame you."

Seeing this, Qing Yan compromised and said, "Princess, please add another piece of clothing."

Shen Mubai nodded, put on an extra fur coat, and then left the palace.

The snow is indeed very thick, and you can see shallow marks when you step on it.

The leaves of several trees were covered, and only their outlines could be faintly seen.

Qing Yan saw the little princess walking a little further away, and couldn't help but call out, "Princess."

Shen Mubai pretended not to hear and walked straight ahead.

Qingyan's face turned pale, and she hurriedly followed her, but she didn't dare to pull her, for fear of breaking something, "Princess, let's go back, the queen will be angry when she comes back."

Shen Mubai turned around and said, "My mother-in-law won't be back for a while, so don't lie to me."

Qing Yan had no choice but to continue following.

When she left the Orchid Palace, she saw that the little princess had no intention of stopping, so she quickly went over to stop her, "Princess, your Majesty will punish this slave if she finds out."

Shen Mubai said, "If you don't tell me and I don't tell you, my mother and concubine will naturally not know."

She continued walking, this time without even looking back.

Qingyan was helpless, she felt that the little princess had become a bit more delicate and savage, but thinking about the favor of the empress and the emperor, she didn't feel strange anymore.

Shen Mubai walked for a while and then got lost. She had no choice but to know nothing about the palace. After thinking about it, he said vaguely to Qing Yan, "I don't want to go to a crowded place. Please take me to a deserted place with fewer people."

Wenren lived in a remote palace, but she couldn't tell her purpose directly, otherwise it would arouse suspicion.

Qing Yan was startled when she heard this and said hurriedly, "Princess, you can't do it."

Where else could there be a place with few people, either the Leng Palace or a place not far from the Leng Palace. If the empress knew that she had taken the little princess to these places, she would not have skinned her.

Shen Mubai rolled his eyes impatiently, turned around and said, "If you don't take me, I will go alone."

Qing Yan panicked and could only nodded, "Okay princess."

She thought to herself that the princess might be interested, but she would soon regret it when she got bored.

The farther he walked, the fewer guards were guarding him. Shen Mubai walked a long way and felt a little regretful.

She originally wanted to meet the male protagonist by chance, but who knows where there are so many coincidences in the world. Her feet were a little sore, but she didn't meet him.

Qing Yan followed her, feeling a little anxious, "Princess, let's go back."

Shen Mubai didn't want to go any further and nodded.

Just when I was about to turn around and go back, I heard excited voices in the distance.

"kill him."

She thought slightly, turned her feet in a different direction, and then walked towards that direction.

Qingyan said anxiously, "Princess! Princess!"

"He's just a bastard, what are you afraid of?"

"That's right, look at his appearance. He doesn't look like a prince. How can he be compared to me and my sixth brother?"

When they got closer, they saw several children in brocade clothes holding snowballs in their hands, constantly throwing them at the people huddled on the ground.