After the death of the previous emperor, the Empress Dowager became arrogant

The person in his arms woke up slowly, rubbed his eyes and looked at him. It took him a long time to see clearly who was holding him.

"Well, you're awake." Yuan Qing patted his hand, motioning him to put her down, "I forgot to tell you yesterday, go out and buy some medicine to drink to get rid of the cold, be careful not to catch a cold."

After saying that, he pulled the quilt over him and fell asleep, leaving only his little face exposed.

Looking at the people wrapped like rice dumplings, Yuan Yi smiled silently, put his scattered clothes in order, went back to the house to wash up, and then went out to buy medicine.

He didn't bother anyone else with decocting the medicine.

Firstly, there were too many people in the post house and safety could not be guaranteed; secondly, he was willing to do these small things within his ability.

"master?"

Yuan Yi brought the boiled medicine into the room and found she was still sleeping, so he put down the medicine bowl, lifted the quilt and called her to get up and drink the medicine.

A chill blew into the bed. Yuan Qing frowned and pulled the quilt back in a daze.

"Drink the medicine before going to sleep," Yuan Yi didn't dare to be presumptuous, half bent over and called her softly, "The medicine will not be effective if it gets cold, you have to drink it while it's hot."

After being annoyed for a long time, Yuan Qing opened his eyes, with two small flames burning in them.

Yuan Yi stood up and stood respectfully in front of her, holding a bowl of black medicine in his hand. He answered seriously, "Master also caught a cold last night, so you should take medicine."

Yuan Qing sat up, pinched his nose and drank the medicine, and asked: "Didn't I prepare so many clothes of other colors for you? Why do you still like black?"

"Dirt-resistant." Yuan Yi said concisely.

Yuan Qing did not ask any further questions.

He has his own ideas, and she doesn't have the leisure to interfere with what others wear and eat.

"Master, your humble servant..." Yuan Yi hesitated.

"Just say what you want to say. When did you learn to be hesitant?" Yuan Qing said.

"I still have some personal matters to take care of. In the next few days, I will arrange for An Wu to protect you." Yuan Yi became less and less confident as he spoke.

Is there any guard who can do it like him?

You can leave if you want to, and stay if you want to. It is because the master is generous that he does not care about these things.

"need a few days?"

It just so happened that Yuan Qing also wanted to go out for a walk these few days, and with Yuan Yi following her, he was bound to nag her again.

"About half a month."

He really knows how to choose the time, it happens to be the day I return to Beijing.

"Go ahead." Yuan Qing agreed.

Yuan Yi seemed to be in a hurry. He left the inn in a hurry without even having lunch.

After lunch, Anwu came to protect his master on the orders of the boss.

Yuan Qing had already put on her clothes and was about to go out, so she asked An Wu to change into plain clothes and follow her.

It was the first time that An Wu saw this legendary master.

So he took another stealthy glance.

Is this short, dark, thin and small man in front of them, who is wearing such an ugly mask, really their master?

Why is it completely different from what the boss said?

It’s no wonder that An Wu was surprised. Yuan Qing has been dressed like this since he came to North City.

With the mask on, she was just an inconspicuous passerby, so ugly that even the ants on the road wouldn't even look at her twice.

Without the mask, she is Gong Bin, the frail envoy from the capital.

I'm afraid no one would connect these two people together.

The incident with Lu Huaizhou was an exception.

Beicheng is the border area of three countries.

The cultures of the three countries blend here, and the customs and habits are unique. Compared with other cities in the Yuan Dynasty, this place has a unique flavor.

Yuan Qing walked and stopped, then turned to a small stall and sat down.

"Boss, give me two bowls of noodle soup." Yuan Qing sat on the stool and waved to the busy boss.

The movements were rough and bold, and no one would doubt that this was a woman.

"Okay, please wait a moment, the noodles will be here soon!" After the boss responded to Yuan Qing, he lowered his head and went back to work.

"Master, I don't need it..." An Wu hesitated.

He is a servant. How can a servant eat at the same table with his master?

"Just sit down when I told you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Yuan Qing pressed him down on the stool. "Just eat what you want. Talk less and eat more. We still have to fight later and need to replenish our energy."

An Wu was surprised. Why did they have to fight for no reason?

The noodles were served quickly. An Wu took out the silver to pay, then concentrated on eating.

He ate very quickly and finished the entire bowl of food in just a few bites.

Yuan Qing picked up a noodle and just as he was about to put it into his mouth, he saw the empty bowl opposite him, which was so white that it was shiny, without even a drop of soup left.

She paused, looked up and asked, "Are you not full?"

An Wu shook his head, "I am full, I just ate fast."

In fact, that little bit was not enough to fill his teeth.

But I can't show it in front of my master.

How did the eldest brother educate you?

When speaking in front of your master, the words you say should always be the opposite of your own needs.

Wanting it means not wanting it, hurting a lot means not hurting, being very tired means not tired at all...

He is not full, so he says he is full, which should be correct, right?

He forced himself to look away from the boss's pot and sat there upright without moving.

Yuan Qing finished his meal slowly, sat on a stool to rest for a while, and then stood up and left the stall.

The two mysterious men following behind also looked puzzled.

“Second brother, are you sure he is…” The short man’s brows furrowed more and more as he looked.

The other tall man covered his mouth and said, "Shh, we didn't tell Big Brother this time. If we tie him up and check him, we'll know."

The short man obviously didn't want to follow him stealthily, so he wanted to rush up and grab him directly, but the tall man grabbed him and said sternly, "Do you want to alert the enemy?"

"But we have followed them for most of the day, and I also want to eat." The short man covered his stomach and begged.

"Hold on. Once you find the person, you can eat whatever you want."

After saying that, the two men continued to follow Yuan Qing and the others.

Yuan Qing motioned for An Wu to lower his head and whispered a few words in his ear.

An Wu nodded, his expression extremely solemn.

When they turned to the next intersection, An Wu dodged and hid in the corner, leaving Yuan Qing alone standing there.

The short man who was following saw that it was a good opportunity and directly reached out to grab Yuan Qing from behind.

Yuan Qing pretended to be panicked, turned left inadvertently, avoided the attack, and ran into the crowd.

The tall man thought to himself that this was not good, but he had no choice but to chase after him.

Yuan Qing pretended to be exhausted, lost his balance and fell to the ground, then fainted.

The short man was puzzled. How could this person fall down on his own without him doing anything?

But he didn't think much about it. He just carried the man and ran back to the tall man, boasting: "Second brother, look, I caught him!"

Now that the person has been caught, the process is not that important.

The tall man pushed aside Yuan Qing's hanging hair to confirm, then nodded.

The two men then quickly left with Yuan Qing, who pretended to be unconscious.