In the ruined temple

Emperor Ming's face was covered in blood and he was wearing tattered beggar's clothes. He curled up on the cold ground, muttering something. The pain in his body made him twitch unconsciously.

The other beggars waited until dawn before discovering that there was an extra person in the dilapidated temple. They all gathered around, took a look, and walked away with disgust on their faces. He was another person even poorer than them.

When Emperor Ming woke up in a daze, he forced himself to sit up while enduring the pain. He looked at the dilapidated environment around him with a look of disbelief on his face, before he could think carefully about anything.

A child's voice came from behind.

"Hey, old man, hurry up and get up. We should go beg for food. Otherwise, we will be hungry today and can't sleep at night. It's so cold recently that some people have frozen to death."

Emperor Ming turned his head to look at him. A child who looked only five or six years old, skinny and with eyes that were frighteningly large, was staring at him eagerly.

When Xiao Mu saw him staring at him, he touched his rumbling stomach and silently stepped back. He wondered if this grandpa had something wrong with his brain. Why was he looking at him like that? It was scary.

If it wasn't so cold at night and he wasn't too young to keep warm, he wouldn't have come to this grandfather if he wanted to find someone to sleep with him at night. Alas, other people ignored him, so if he didn't want to freeze to death, he had to find a way himself.

Emperor Ming frowned and said in a rough voice: "How dare you! Why don't you show respect to me? What kind of place is this? Tell the truth now."

Xiao Mutou looked weird and said, "Are you okay? Are you crazy? Never mind. I'm going to beg for food. If you don't want to go, you can just starve."

After saying that, he ran out.

Emperor Ming saw this and shouted, "Don't leave! I told you to leave."

He struggled to get up, but his legs went weak and he fell back. His body had not recovered yet, and after being beaten so badly, how could he have the strength to get up?

He slowed down, fell to the ground panting, and kept recalling the scenes before he fell into coma. His mind became clearer and clearer, and he realized that he should have been thrown out of the palace by that bitch.

The stinging pain on his face made him touch his face. He looked at the blood on his hands with hatred in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "Adulterer and whore, when I return to the palace, I will tear you into pieces."

Emperor Ming waited until he had some strength, then slowly got up and walked outside. Seeing that the surroundings were empty, he didn't know where to go. He decided to wait for the little kid to come back and ask for directions before going to the general's mansion.

Yes, it’s the General’s Mansion.

The temple where his mother is is too far away, and his body cannot survive to get there. As long as he finds Mo Yuan, he can find Li'er. That girl is so powerful, she will definitely be able to bring him into the palace.

As long as the people in the General's Mansion protected him, the adulterer would naturally not be able to touch him at all. After thinking it through, Emperor Ming relaxed his heart. Now he just had to eat something so that he would have the strength to go to the General's Mansion.

He waited until noon and his stomach was growling with hunger. He had never experienced the feeling of hunger before. It was really unbearable.

In the dilapidated temple, beggars came back one after another, holding something in their hands.

Little Mu was the last one to come back. He was small and didn't dare to fight them for the things because he would only be beaten. The weather was getting colder and colder, and he would not survive if he was beaten up at this time.

He had promised his grandfather that he would live well, so he couldn't go back on his word. Fortunately, he was lucky today. The people in the general's mansion gave out porridge and steamed buns, and he got two, so he could have a full meal.

He drank the porridge directly, otherwise he wouldn't have the strength to walk back. He couldn't bear to eat the steamed bun, so he hid it in his arms. He would eat it when he was really hungry. Once it dried up, he could keep it for a long time.

Even if winter comes, as long as the mushrooms don't grow hair, you can just boil them in water and eat them. They are good things to keep alive in winter. These are what his grandfather told him, but his grandfather still died of illness.

Emperor Ming was guarding the door. When he saw him coming back, he waved and motioned him to come in.

Little Wood hesitated, but seeing his hurt face, he softened and walked closer: "Grandpa, what do you want me for?"

"Do you have any food? Lend it to me first. No, lend it to me. I will definitely give you a hundred times more in the future, okay?"

He had never been so humble before, and was really not used to it. He gritted his teeth and begged for food, constantly comforting himself in his heart that as long as he returned to the palace, no one would know what had happened here.

Besides, his face is covered in blood, so no one will recognize him, and the royal family's reputation can still be saved.

When Xiao Mu heard this, he took two steps back with a vigilant look on his face. He unconsciously touched the steamed bun in his arms and refused it outright: "No, if I give it to you, I will starve to death. What do you mean by giving me a hundred times? You don't even have enough to eat yourself."

Emperor Ming was rejected and looked at him in disbelief. Did this little kid know what he was saying? He was the emperor, the high and mighty emperor. Asking him for things were all gifts, but he refused to give them.

How outrageous! If this happened in the past, he would definitely...

Forget it, the most important thing now is to quickly return to the palace to rescue Yu'er. They want to depose the prince and will definitely attack Yu'er. If anything happens to Yu'er, the Qi Kingdom will fall into their hands.

Emperor Ming tilted his head slightly and said in a softer tone, "Little kid, what's your name?"

"Little Wood, my name is Little Wood."

"Little Wood, tell me how you can get me some food. If you have any conditions, just ask. Can we exchange?"

When Xiao Mu heard his words, a light flashed in his eyes. Although this old man was covered in blood, he had a faint fragrance on his body, which smelled very nice. If he held him in his arms to sleep at night, he would definitely sleep well.

Emperor Ming waited quietly without urging him.

After a while, Little Wood nodded and said, "Okay, let's go to the river. We can't go back to the ruined temple to eat. Others will see us and rob us. Then we will all be hungry."

"Okay, let's go to the creek."

An old man and a young boy walked slowly toward the river. Seeing that there was no one around, Xiao Mutou took out a steamed bun from his arms, feeling reluctant and mumbling.

"Grandpa, I'll give you a steamed bun, but you have to let me hold you while you sleep at night, otherwise I won't give you the steamed bun."

Emperor Ming was silent. He was so old, and none of the princes had ever held him while sleeping. Now a little beggar made this request, and he really didn't want to agree to it.

How could he, a dignified emperor, sleep with a beggar in his arms?

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Xiao Mu snorted: "Why, you don't agree, if you don't agree, then I can't give you the steamed buns, I came to you just to keep warm at night."

"You can see that I'm still very young. It's so cold at night. If there's no adult to keep me warm, I won't survive the winter."

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