The Imperial Concubine Just Wants To Be a Salted Fish Every Day

Yun Kexin took out a pre-prepared bag from the cabinet. This bag contained dry food and water, which could be eaten on the road.

Then she took out two more dark clothes.

She handed one set to Li Qingyan and put on the other set herself.

Li Qingyan was puzzled: "This is you?"

Yun Kexin wrote on the small blackboard: I want to send you.

The separation is imminent, and the moment you can spend more time together is counted as a moment.

Li Qingyan also had a similar idea, so he nodded.

When he saw Yun Kexin start to change clothes, he turned around immediately, seeing no evil.

The two changed their clothes with their backs to each other.

Yun Kexin neatly folded her red wedding dress and put it on the bed.

Li Qingyan carried the burden on his body, blew out the candle, and dragged Yun Kexin out.

At this time, all the guests were eating and drinking in the front, and the backyard was empty.

Taking advantage of no one to notice, they quickly crossed the backyard and walked out the back door.

There was a bright moon hanging in the dark night, the whole stockade was silent, and there was not a single person on the road.

Yun Kexin was very familiar with the environment in the stockade, not to mention it was dark, she could find the exit even with her eyes closed.

With her help to guide the way, Li Qingyan quickly saw the exit of the stockade.

The two came out of the stockade, and there was a winding and rugged mountain road ahead.

Li Qingyan let go of Yun Kexin's hand.

"Just send it here, you can go back."

Yun Kexin looked at him without blinking, as if to keep his face in his heart.

At this moment, a shout came from not far away: "Who is in front of you?"

Li Qingyan and Yun Kexin were both shocked.

Oops, someone found out!

Yun Kexin didn't dare to delay any longer, and pushed Li Qingyan hard, motioning him to leave quickly.

Li Qingyan gave her one last look.

"Remember, wait for me!"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and ran down the mountain without looking back.

Yun Kexin saw someone in the stockade chasing out.

Afraid that Li Qingyan would be caught up, she gritted her teeth and slammed her right foot on the ground, and then she fell heavily to the ground.

This time, the fall was particularly hard. Both palms were scratched by the stones on the ground, and the pain was burning, and there was also a piercing pain in the ankle.

She couldn't hold it back, and she burst into tears in pain.

A middle-aged couple quickly ran out of the stockade.

They still carried lanterns in their hands.

They originally wanted to go to the wedding, but because of the sickness of the family's children, they delayed for some time, so they set off at this time. They did not expect to find a figure shaking at the exit of the stockade halfway.

They were worried that someone was going to do something wrong with the stockade, so they ran out quickly, only to find that Yun Kexin had fallen to the ground.

They were all surprised, didn't Yun Kexin get married tonight? She's not staying at home, what is she doing here?

The husband and wife helped Yun Kexin up and found that her palms were covered in blood, her ankle was sprained, and she couldn't walk. They asked her what happened? She couldn't speak again, she just kept crying.

They had no choice but to call someone and carry Yun Kexin home on a stretcher.

Everyone was still drinking wedding wine. The yard was full of people. When it was noisy, they were all taken aback when they saw the bride being carried back.

Seeing her daughter's tragic state, Zhou Shi was frightened and frightened, so panicked that she didn't know what to do.

In the end, it was the old village owner who spoke and asked Yun Kexin to be carried into the house first, and then Mrs. Zhou woke up like a dream and hurriedly opened the door.

Yun Kexin was put on the bed, and Lang Zhong checked her injuries and confirmed that they were just flesh wounds and nothing serious.

Hearing this, Mrs. Zhou breathed a long sigh of relief.

The old village owner frowned.

He asked the others: "The bride is here, and where is the groom?"

Everyone looked at each other and said they didn't know.

The old village owner said solemnly, "Go and find him immediately!"

As soon as the village owner showed his power, everyone did not dare to ask more, and hurried around to find someone.

They searched every corner of the stockade, but could not find Li Qingyan's figure.

Obviously, Li Qingyan had already run away.

When Mr. Zhou learned about this, he immediately burst into tears: "He and Kexin have both gone to church, and now he's gone, what should our family Kexin do? woohoo!"

The old village owner got a headache from her crying and ordered her to shut up.

He went to ask Yun Kexin.

"Do you know where your husband has gone?"

Yun Kexin is dumb, unable to make a sound.

Her hands were injured, and her hands were tightly wrapped in gauze, so she couldn't write.

She could neither speak nor write at this time.

No matter what the old village owner asked, she just cried, and she burst into tears.

She looked so pitiful, and in the eyes of others, they couldn't help feeling sympathy for her.

Someone scolded indignantly: "It must be the designer surnamed Li who tricked us. He deliberately pretended to marry Kexin, and then when we relaxed our vigilance, he quietly ran away. It's really not a thing!"

Another person sighed: "Ke Xin is also pitiful, and he was actually used as a tool."

"I guess Kexin found out that he was going to run and wanted to stop him, but he was pushed down instead, which is why he was injured."

"That guy is really crazy!"

"If we knew he was this kind of person, we shouldn't have saved him in the first place."

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The crowd expressed their opinions in vain.

The old village owner looked at Yun Kexin's hands wrapped in gauze, and was silent for a long time, but finally accepted everyone's statement, thinking that this matter was planned by Li Qingyan, and Yun Kexin was the biggest victim.

After they expressed their concern for Yun Kexin, they left one after another.

Zhou Shi also had to clean up the tables, chairs, tableware and chopsticks.

A good wedding feast ended so hastily.

The walls of the house are still sticking to the big red happy words, and the red candles on the table are quietly burning.

Yun Kexin has stopped crying.

She raised her gauze-wrapped hand and awkwardly pulled out the wooden hairpin from her bun.

With the warm light of the candle, she could clearly see the appearance of this wooden hairpin.

Dark brown wood with a very smooth surface, carved with a lifelike hibiscus flower at the beginning and sharpened at the end.

Looking closer, I can still see four small characters at the end of the wooden hairpin—

My wife is sweet.

Yun Kexin's eyes were wet again, but the corners of her mouth raised.

She held the wooden hairpin tightly in her arms, and was reluctant to let it go for a long time.

That night, the owner of the old village did not give up and let people search in the mountains.

After searching for a whole night, until dawn the next day, Li Qingyan's whereabouts were still not found.

I don't know if he was eaten by the wild beasts in the mountain, or if he had already found his way down the mountain.

The people in Dafu Village all hoped for the former.

They feel that a cunning and ruthless person like Li Qingyan is worthless!

Li Qingyan didn't know what happened in the stockade after he left.

He traveled through the mountains and forests by the moonlight.

Although he didn't know the way, he made up his mind to go down the mountain, so he kept walking towards the lower terrain.

Walked like this all night.