"What's your name? How old are you?" Su Qingyao walked out with the child in his arms, while Murong Zheng protected her.

"I, I don't say anything." The child subconsciously hid back, looking at Su Qingyao with tears in his eyes, with a soft and cute little breasts, "Sister, I'm dirty."

"Not afraid, you're not dirty."

Su Qingyao hugged the child pity, hugged him a little tighter, and looked back at Murong Zheng.

Murong Zheng looked at the little guy with a scrutiny look, then took off his torn linen trousers and looked at it.

"It's a little boy. He looks like he is no more than three years old at most, but maybe he can't eat enough in the underground palace and grow too slowly, and it's actually possible to be bigger.

The child's little black hands covered his pants like a branch, and his eyes were filled with tears.

Su Qingyao was so soft that he patted his little head comfortably, and the child hugged Su Qingyao's neck tightly with reliance.

Back on the ground, Su Qingyao was afraid that the child would be afraid, so he covered his eyes gently with his hands.

The child smelled the wet and bloody smell in the air, and still hid obediently in Su Qingyao's arms.

"What are you going to do with these?" Murong Zheng asked.

Su Qingyao looked at it silently for a week: "Clear our traces and leave here.

"Although I'm sorry for the dead people, they are no longer there. If I clean up their bodies, I can't play a role in confusing the public."

Murong Zheng immediately understood: "So you asked me to find a group of people who seemed to have nothing to do with me from the beginning. I would rather use King Jing's people to help you with your affairs than believe me."

Su Qingyao nodded and said solemnly: "Since you want to do things, you will naturally not be able to get out of here if you are not sure about it."

It's cruel, but that's the reality. If she doesn't take action, Qi Zheng will attack her first.

What's more, now she has seen so many tragic dead bodies in the underground palace. When Qi Zheng died, there will be no new medicine man in the future.

Su Qingyao and Murong Zheng returned to the forest to drive away the carriage, jumped out of the carriage carefully, and cleaned up the footprints.

The weather was beautiful. As soon as their carriage drove out not far, a heavy rain hit again, causing the originally messy traces on the ground to become even more messy.

In this case, even if someone wants to track it down, he is afraid that it will be impossible to investigate.

Outside the carriage, Murong Zheng was wearing a straw raincoat to drive the car.

In the carriage, Su Qingyao took his wet clothes to wipe the child's face and hands.

After just a few strokes, her wet clothes turned black. After a long time of wipe, she only wiped them clean.

Although the little boy was thin, his cheeks were fleshy and his face was pale. It was obvious that he had no sunlight all year round, and even his pupils were lighter.

Su Qingyao smiled and coaxed him: "I'll enter the city later. Sister will wash you clean up. Can you eat something first?"

As he said that, he took out the soft osmanthus candy cake for the child to eat.

The child seemed to have been hungry for several lifetimes, and after grabbing the candy cake, he would eat it voraciously.

Su Qingyao was frightened to see it, afraid that he would choke, so he took a water bag to give him water.

After eating four pieces of candy cake in one breath, the child's movements slowed down.

He held a piece of candy cake with his little hand, cherishing it and chewed it vaguely: "Good times! Sister, how silver!"

Su Qingyao was amused and touched his child's head. She had carefully investigated the child's pulse just now.

His situation is very similar to Su Xingqian. He has been fed countless kinds of medicines. It is a miracle that a child who is only three years old is eroded by the medicine.

This child is neither stupid nor stupid, nor has he seen any sequelae. If you take good care of the medicine in the future, you may be able to completely eliminate the properties of the medicine. This is the best ending.

Thinking of this, Su Qingyao suddenly asked Murong Zheng outside: "By the way, does the prince know who Rong Changlan is?"

Just now Qi Zheng mentioned this person and stimulated Su Xingqian as if she was crazy, and she became concerned about this person.

Murong Zheng's voice was a little hesitant: "I don't recognize the Rong Changlan you mentioned, but I know that one person has the same name as this person. He is my aunt, the eldest princess Murong Changlan."

"Isn't the eldest princess the one who presided over the Leyang Banquet?"

"That is the emperor's current aunt. The Murong Changlan I am talking about is my father's elder sister and my aunt. It's a pity that she has passed away for many years."

Su Qingyao nodded thoughtfully when he heard this.

Murong Zheng said: "There is a village not far away."

"Then stop the car, I'll do the next thing. Come in and hide from the rain."

Murong Zheng responded, hung the straw raincoat outside, and bent down and sat into the carriage.

The narrow carriage has a man with a tall and long legs, which makes it even more crowded.

The child hugged Su Qingyao's neck tighter and tighter.

Su Qingyao smiled and comforted the child: "Don't be afraid. Today he will find you first. I will only save you from going out. Can you follow your sister in the future?"

"It's not good for this kid to follow you, so follow me." Murong Zheng wiped his face with a veil and looked at the child with a bad look. "You are an unmarried girl, it's inconvenient to take him with you."

The child's eyes immediately had two tears, and his soft voice was filled with crying voice: "No, I won't follow my uncle, I want to follow my sister."

"Uncle?" Murong Zheng immediately turned black, "Why is she the sister, and I become an uncle?"

"Anyway, I won't follow you anyway!" The child mustered up the courage to look at Su Qingyao, "Sister, don't leave me, I, I eat very little."

Just as I made a self-promotion sentence, I saw the sugar cake that I had chewed half on my hand.

It seemed that I could eat a lot, and the child's tears finally rolled out from his big round eyes.

“Woo woo…”

"Okay, okay, don't cry or cry."

Su Qingyao held the child in his arms with a heartache and patted him on the back, "Then follow me. But my sister has a request."

"Yeah!" The child cried while stuffing the last bite of candy cake into his mouth, and said vaguely, "Sister, please shrank!"

Su Qingyao was amused and wiped the scum on the corner of his mouth with a veil: "You can't mention anything in the underground palace to anyone, and you can't tell anyone who asks you, do you know?"

"I understand." The child elongated the tone.

"Also, to the outside world, I will say that you are the child I picked up on the roadside. You are three and a half years old this year. You were abducted and begged before. I saved you. By the way, I have to give you a name."

Finally, Su Qingyao looked at Murong Zheng inquiringly: "Criminal, what name did you say you would give him?"

Murong Zheng sneered: "You sister, let me choose it. I, the uncle, have no interest in naming him."

Su Qingyao was amused by Murong Zheng's impatient look. When Murong Zheng saw that she actually laughed at him, he gave her a blank look and couldn't help laughing.
Chapter completed!