Tyrant's Consort Too Arrogant

The lover did not mind and slowly stood up under the support of Eleven.

"What happened to the foot?" asked Eleven, feeling the slowness of her movements.

"Wake up." She spoke blandly, "Oh right, how did you find me?"

"I've been looking for you for a few days now." "Miss and Prince entered the palace together, but after hearing that the Prince had been exiled, there was no news of the Young Miss. Eleven even thought …" She paused and said no more, but her lover could tell what she was worried about.

The girl did not pursue the matter further and just looked at her with a smile. "Eleven, what kind of people are your husband and Yellow Ox?"

He didn't know what kind of person Eleven would marry. She had never been a curious person, but she had always been interested in him. Probably because he was worried about Eleven.

Perhaps the indifference of the past was due to indifference to the world.

When Eleven heard her ask about her husband, her face reddened and her hot expression immediately disappeared. Just as she was about to describe in detail, she heard an old and shaky voice ask from the side, "Miss, do you mean the husband that you are talking about?"

Her lover was flabbergasted as she realized that she had brought out modern words. She looked over and saw the old man in front of her was dressed in tattered clothing. His face had a face full of vicissitudes, and the deep ravine on his forehead seemed to be filled with suffering and wisdom. "No," she replied.

Hearing this, the old man's expression immediately became very strange. It was a kind of expression that was a mixture of reminiscence and reverence, and was even a little solemn: "Previously, this was what Madam Xi called the late emperor, but alas …" It's a pity that the late emperor didn't know what it meant. Otherwise, nothing terrible would have happened afterwards. "

His voice was low, like he was talking to himself.

Her lover blinked as her usually calm expression finally showed a hint of change. She was delighted and astonished, "Madam Xi has also called someone else that."

"Yeah." The old man seemed to have already fallen into the past. His wrinkled face seemed to be covered with a layer of reminiscence, "Back then, Madam Xi addressed the late emperor as her husband. The late emperor asked for its meaning, but Lady Xi always smiled without saying anything — — "The old man paused before continuing with extreme regret," Later on, the late emperor finally gave Lady Xi to the Jiangnan Liu family. In the end, he did not understand Madam's meaning. "

From the general meaning of it, it seemed to be a perplexed love story. However, the story itself was not important. What was important was — — Why did Lady Xi know modern vocabulary?

Could it be that she was also wearing the same clothes?

"Where is Madam Xi now?" Her mind was still filled with shock at her own conjecture, as she casually asked.

"Miss wants to see Lady Xi?" The old man asked in confusion, and his muddy eyes suddenly lit up. "That's right, Miss understands Madam Xi's words, and naturally understands her last words. This old one will bring young miss to find Madam right now. "

Before she could reply, Eleven, who was already at the side, shouted, "Hey, you old man. It looks like you're a beggar. What are you talking about here? "

The old man turned his head and glanced at her. The previous dispirited and dejected appearance had disappeared in an instant. His slightly hunched body had also straightened up. His eyes were like torches, causing the hairs on the bottom of his heart to stand.

"You are also an obedient servant. For the time being, I won't bother with you. This young lady wants to see Madam Xi, I'm just following her wishes." "Apologies." Just as he finished speaking, the old man had already grabbed his lover's collar like an eagle grabbing a chick. His legs moved slightly, and his frail figure actually disappeared from Eleventh in the blink of an eye like a rocket.

He turned around and spoke in a deep voice, "Someone, check out which master's sect that old beggar came from. He's so rude, and quickly go find the position of that old 'Madam Xi'."

Eleven looked back at the dust and then slowly lowered his bright eyes. He murmured, "Mistress, Eleven has his own life too. That's all he can do to help you."

She suddenly had a strange premonition that she wouldn't be able to find her silly mistress again in the future.

When her lover was taken to Saipei, she did not know that she was in Saipei.

It was just that after five days of travelling with the old man, the scenery became more and more desolate. Originally, it was winter in the Central Plains, but the flowers and grasses on the roadside had all withered, but there would occasionally be some bright colors, such as early winter plums. Like the bright clothes of a child.

On the fifth day, the town where she stayed was completely covered in ash. The nearest brick wall was built using grey rocks and soil, and at the extreme end of his line of sight, outside the brick wall, was a large patch of desert without end.

This was the outside of the pass, the outside of the northern pass.

On the other side of the desert.

After five days of galloping, she was already exhausted by the time she arrived at the dilapidated inn. She had no mood to enjoy the scenery.

She wanted only two things now: a bucket of steaming water and a soft bed.

If she could, she would need to apply some medicine to her butt, which had been hurt by the saddle for days. However, after seeing the serious expression on the other person's face, she decided not to talk anymore.

She did not know how to ride a horse. Along the way, they were forced by the old man to ride together, day and night, and at most they would stop to buy some steamed buns and water. This was the first time in her life that she had suffered like this, but luckily, she was in a good mood and felt that since she had suffered, this was the only thing she could do.

Therefore, she did not curse out loud. She only sat there quietly, eating when she needed to, and walking on the road when she needed to. She even dozed off while hitting the old man's body.

After five days of this, the old man finally stopped and led the horse to the inn. Yi Fang rolled down from the horse, and the moment his foot touched the ground, he felt pain all over his body and almost fell to the ground.

"You lead the horse to the back." The old man raised his white beard as he gave an arrogant command.

She took the reins and dragged the exhausted horse to the back of the house, but only to the back of the house. Then she clapped her hands and came back.

Before she could get to the front, she heard the long hiss of a horse, and for some reason the horse galloped away, laughing.

She stared back at the smoke and dust from the horses and lifted her hand to rub her head.

"You didn't tie the rope?" The old man stared at her.

"Have you ordered it?" the woman asked innocently.

She had always been a lackey, and wanting her to do something else was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

His old face sank, and that white beard of his drooped to the sides, making him look ridiculous. "This old man knows that you're not feeling well since I kidnapped you, so even though you've been very cooperative along the way, you still have a grudge. Do you think you can disobey this old man by using such a small trick? "

"I didn't disobey you." The lover blinked. "You're old enough that it's only right for me to follow your orders — but you didn't."

There were thousands of things in this world. Her lover's principle had always been to only do the things that must be done. She would never be able to take care of other things even if she wanted to.

Seeing that she was still trying to argue, the old man angrily blew on his beard and glared at her, "I thought you were a little strange in your silence, it turns out that you're just a Yin Gourd! "Little girl, don't blame me. There must be a reason why I have to do this." "Since you can understand Madam Xi's words, naturally, you came from the same hometown as her. You can understand many of her dialects, and that's your fortune and your luck as well. Right, what do you mean by 'difficult to defeat' yesterday?"

"The meaning of being first." The lover answered honestly.

Along the way, he had asked her a lot of questions, and she had become more and more determined. The person he was going to meet must be the same person.

As for whether she came from the same era as she did, it had yet to be determined.

"Aunt Liu, is the person you're talking about, A Xue?" Just as she finished speaking, a voice suddenly raised in curiosity came from a teahouse opposite the inn.

Hearing the name A Xue, Yi Ren was a little shocked, but she couldn't be sure.

He just stood there, listening intently to the conversation in the teahouse across the way.

It was a pity that his voice was lowered again as the sounds of the Doctor of Tea and the white-bearded old man's chatter filled his ears once more.

"You little girl, what are you staring at? Go on in." Seeing his wife in a daze, the old man was full of annoyance.

The girl looked back at him and introduced herself, "My name is Yi."

After travelling with her for many days, that person had yet to ask for her name.

The old man stared blankly for a moment, then 'oh', he took the lead and walked into the inn.

Without delay, her lover followed closely behind.

She didn't want to sleep in the streets yet — and it wasn't safe to look at this place.

Although there were many inns and inns, they were all passing by. There were not many people living here – most of the people passing by were merchants who carried their heads and traveled across countries while the merchants attracted many of them were rattling horses and robbers.

As the old man and his wife entered the town together, they came across a group of reckless men who were patting their horses. Their clothes were still stained with blood, and they had looted them from who knows where.

At that time, her lover had also noticed the old man shaking his head as he muttered to himself, "If Madam Xi was here, she definitely wouldn't let these people act so arrogantly."

After spending a few days with her, she noticed that this old man had an extraordinary amount of respect for the 'Madam Xi' that he spoke of, and he was practically like a deity.

The Lady Xi he spoke of was indeed omnipotent. Apart from flying through the air and flying across the ground, she was like a superhuman being — she wrote poems, wrote poems, had wonderful ideas, was open-minded, and had unparalleled scheming.

Even if she was a modern person with thousands of years of culture as her foundation, this Madam Xi was still a very remarkable person — she was also wearing the same clothes, but she did not achieve anything. An uncultured person who did not practice martial arts could not be like this transcendent senior, creating an era of domination. He could display his might and win the admiration and reverence of so many strange men.

It was a waste of the sacred word 'transmigration'.

"How long until we see Lady Xi?" As she thought about it, she suddenly wanted to see this amazing Transcender.

The old man stopped in his tracks. It was the first time he did not take the initiative to ask her a question. He was slightly surprised, "It's not too long. Rest for a day. Tomorrow morning, you will see the Lady's grave after walking for three days deep within the Gobi Desert."

"Graveyard?" Her lover blinked, confused.

Could it be that such an outstanding senior had already died?

The old man's face darkened as well. With a desolate face, yet a hint of insanity, he said, "Although Madam Xi is no longer here, she can still overturn the entire empire if she stays — Madam Xi will never die!"