In a state of confusion.

Yingqian didn't know how long he slept.

Wait until she opens her eyes.

There is an unfamiliar scenery all around.

Qionglou Yuyu, light gauze curtains.

A gentle breeze passed through the window edge and fell on the screen carved from white jade.

Yingqian sat on the bed and was stunned for a while. She didn't know where she was, but something extremely important suddenly came to her mind.

"System, the favorability level just increased, right?"

【Yes!】

"How much has it increased?"

【A little bit.】

really.

She heard it right.

Yingqian patted his chest.

The smile on his lips froze in place before he could spread it.

Wait a moment!

How much has the favorability level increased?

a little?

Are you kidding a fool?

Or send the little beggar away?

I'm afraid that even if Yingqian helped an old lady cross the street, her favorability level would only increase a little!

How stingy is this tyrant?

"Are you awake?"

A man's voice sounded.

Yingqian raised her head suddenly and saw a warm white shadow.

The people in Mo Shang are like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world.

Only when she saw someone in front of her did she dare to believe that there was really someone in this world who could deserve such a sentence.

He was obviously only wearing the simplest white clothes, and his long black hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin. However, even though he was wearing the most ordinary clothes, he looked so noble and noble.

So much so that the walk from the screen to the bed is like a fleeting glimpse of light.

So graceful and extraordinary.

If that tyrant is the blood and fire above the smoke of war.

Then the young man in white in front of me is like the white snow in the mountains and wilderness.

Yingqian was stunned for a while, and even when he opened his mouth to ask questions, he subconsciously lowered his voice.

"Who are you? What is this place?"

The young man in white stood three steps away from the bed, maintaining a polite but not unfamiliar distance, and whispered:

"This is a temporary palace. As for me, I'm just an unknown doctor. You don't need to worry about it, girl."

His voice is extremely beautiful.

falls in the ear.

It actually had a somewhat comforting flavor.

Yingqian was stunned and asked again:

"Palace?"

"You are from Beiyan, right? We have left Beiyan now. Can you let me take a pulse for you?"

The young man in white explained patiently to her, but did not reveal more.

Yingqian handed over his wrist.

"Where is the tyrant?"

"You want to see him?"

"Um..."

Yingqian hesitated for a moment, but nodded.

"Can I see him?"

"Don't worry, he will come to see you, but not now."

The young man in white clothes still had a smile on his lips, his expression as gentle as the breeze.

After just saying a few words to him, Yingqian felt that the man in front of him was extremely kind, and she couldn't help but feel a little good in her heart.

"You're still a little weak, but it's nothing serious. You just need to recover for a while."

He took his hand back.

He took off the handkerchief on Ying Qian's wrist and comforted him again:

"The palace is not as good as other places, and the conditions are not much better, but we will be leaving again soon, so you can live in peace."

The young man in white only left this sentence.

With puzzles all over his body, he disappeared from Yingqian’s sight.

Yingqian was still full of questions.

She was caught by the tyrant, but she was neither imprisoned nor severely interrogated. Instead, she was just locked up in this room. So what happened?

Is it possible...

She has been forgotten.

The more Yingqian thought about it, the more it seemed possible.

After all, there is only a little favorability.

Although Xiang Xuanhai was a tyrant, he was probably very busy.

He had probably already forgotten her as a prisoner.

Yingqian sat on the bed for a while.

Wait until the moon and stars are thin.

There wasn't even the slightest movement nearby.

She was just sure.

Except for the young man in white, no one else will come to the hall where he is at this time.

But Ying Qianke hadn't eaten for a long time.

She clutched her rumbling stomach and pushed open the palace door with trembling steps.

Going out to look for food shouldn’t be considered an escape, right?

There should also be certain limits on the abuse of prisoners.

What’s the point of not giving people food and water?

Yingqian slipped out under the moonlight and wandered around in the maze-like palace.

Avoid patrolling personnel.

She followed the smell and got into a kitchen.

It was already late at night,

There was not much food left in the kitchen, only a few cold steamed buns.

Yingqian didn't mind it either, so he took a bite of the steamed bun, scooped up a ladle of cold water, and ate it.

Half of the bun fell into my stomach.

She also regained some strength.

Holding the remaining steamed buns in her hand, Yingqian pushed open the kitchen door.

But the moment he crossed the threshold.

She glanced at it.

But his eyes suddenly widened.
To be continued...