Story of Yanxi Palace: Fu Ying's banner will never fall

Chapter 222 Both Set Off

On the carriage back to Fucha Mansion from the Forbidden City, the carriage was bumping on the stone road. The bumps were like a small boat encountering wind and waves on the sea, ups and downs, without a moment of peace.

Wei Yingluo leaned on Fu Heng's shoulder, her small body seemed particularly fragile in Fu Heng's arms. She was like a wounded bird, looking for a warm harbor, looking for a little comfort and strength in Fu Heng's arms.

Both of them felt a little heavy and tired in their hearts, and they tacitly kept silent. The world outside the carriage seemed to have nothing to do with them. In their hearts, there was only the distant southwest and the Sacred Heart Herb that could cure the queen's illness.

On the other side, in Fucha Mansion, the sun shines through the mottled leaves, casting golden spots on the ground. The breeze blows gently, and the leaves rustle. The sound is like a low hum, soft and mysterious, as if whispering those unknown stories, and it seems that the past of the mansion is sighing softly in the wind.

Qinglian was washing clothes with a group of palace maids in a quiet corner of the mansion.

The clear water overflowed from the basin, flowing slowly on the ground with foam. The foam was like a group of white elves, jumping happily in the water, and then gradually dissipated with the water.

Qinglian would occasionally look towards the gurgling water, with a hint of confusion and longing in her eyes, as if the answer she had always dreamed of was hidden in the flowing water.

However, she knew in her heart that this was just her delusion, and her mind was filled with Fu Heng's smiling face.

That smile was like a bright star, twinkling in her heart, making her unable to extricate herself. She often secretly thought of Fu Heng's smile when no one was paying attention. Every time she thought of it, an irrepressible emotion would surge in her heart.

So Qinglian shook his head, as if trying to shake those unrealistic fantasies out of his mind.

She seemed to be chatting nonchalantly with the maids who were washing clothes with her, and her slender fingers were gently rubbing the clothes. Her movements looked skilled and natural, but in fact her mind had long drifted away.

As she rubbed the clothes, she thought about the things between Fu Heng and the young lady. Occasionally, her fingers would pinch the clothes because of excessive force, and she didn't notice her own loss of composure at all.

She casually asked about Wei Yingluo's situation, her voice was very low, as if she was afraid of being heard by others.

Her eyes vigilantly scanned the palace maids around her, and her body unconsciously leaned forward slightly, showing a cautious posture.

In fact, what she wanted to ask most was where was Xitalar Qing.

This question was like an lingering fog, lingering in her mind and making her unable to sleep or eat.

She often tossed and turned at night, with Er Qing's figure constantly appearing in her mind. She wanted to know the whereabouts of this woman who used to be with Fu Heng. This thought grew wildly in her heart like a weed.

Qinglian frowned slightly and asked in a low voice: "Sisters, the young lady is extremely beautiful, but what is the origin of this Wei Mansion? I don't think I have ever heard of it." There was a gleam of curiosity in her eyes, and there was a hint of inquiry in that gleam.

Her expression seemed calm, but she was very nervous inside, and she was afraid that her intentions would be seen through by others.

A maid looked up and said with a slightly surprised look:

"You don't know this. The Wei Mansion is not that great, but I heard that the young lady was the most favored maid in front of our young lady, the current queen." Her voice was crisp and clear in this quiet corner.

As she spoke, she stopped what she was doing, her eyes sparkling with the excitement of telling a secret, her fingers still covered with foam, sparkling in the sunlight.

Another maid also echoed, "Yes, that's why the young master took a fancy to her." There was a hint of envy in her eyes, as if she was imagining Wei Yingluo's legendary experience.

There was a kind of longing in her eyes, her head slightly tilted, and there seemed to be little stars twinkling in her eyes.

Her hands also slowed down their movements as she immersed herself in her own imagination. The corners of her mouth rose unconsciously, as if she was happy for Wei Yingluo's luck.

Qinglian blinked and continued to ask, "But I seem to have heard that the head maid beside the Queen was a person named Xitalarqing."

There was doubt in her tone, and her slightly furrowed brows showed her inner confusion.

Her eyes were fixed on the palace maid in front of her with a hint of eagerness. Her fingers unconsciously pinched the corner of her clothes and her body leaned forward slightly, as if she wanted to get more information from the other party.

When everyone heard this question, they were all startled, as if a sensitive nerve was touched.

Their bodies froze instantly as if they were cast under a spell. The movements of their hands also stopped, and the originally relaxed atmosphere suddenly became solemn. The air seemed to solidify, making people feel a little depressed.

The sound of the gurgling water seemed to become clearer, as if telling their complicated feelings at the moment. The sound of the flowing water seemed particularly abrupt in the silence, as if it was breaking some kind of silent balance.

After a while, a little maid scratched her head, with a trace of confusion on her young face. Her movements were a little clumsy, like a child who was at a loss.

She thought about it carefully for a long time before she said, "I seem to have heard of this Er Qing somewhere, but I don't remember exactly. It seems that she committed a crime and was expelled from the palace."

The voice was somewhat uncertain, as if trying to dig out the vague fragment from the depths of memory.

There was a hint of hesitation in her eyes. As she spoke, she secretly observed the reactions of the people around her. There was a hint of uneasiness in her eyes, worried that her answer would cause unnecessary trouble.

Qinglian's eyes lit up, she smiled sweetly, and complimented the girl who provided the information: "Oh, so that's the case, sister, you are really well-informed and know everything." Her smile was like a flower blooming in spring, bright and charming.

In her heart, she was secretly pondering the authenticity of the news. A barely perceptible hint of doubt flashed across her eyes, but was quickly covered up by her brilliant smile.

She thought silently in her heart that although the news was uncertain, it was finally a clue.

She felt like there was a kitten scratching her heart. She was thinking that she must find an opportunity to ask Hui Xin some questions and find out where Xitalar Qing was.

Qinglian was calculating secretly in her heart, with a determined light in her eyes. Her fingers were gently pinching the corner of her clothes, and she was already thinking about how to approach Huixin and how to cleverly bring up the topic.

She thought about building a good relationship with Huixin first, then mentioning Erqing inadvertently, and then slowly guiding Huixin to reveal more information.

The next day, the sun was shining and the breeze was gentle.

The sunlight is like a golden veil, gently covering the earth and giving everything in the world a warm glow. The breeze is like a gentle messenger, gently caressing people's faces and bringing a touch of comfort.

With everyone seeing them off, Fu Heng and Wei Yingluo stood in front of the gate of Fucha Mansion, ready to embark on their journey.

They were accompanied by a team of secret guards appointed by the emperor. They were all dressed in black and had stern faces, as if they were ghosts walking out of the darkness.

They stood there quietly, exuding a mysterious aura. Their eyes were like cold blades, vigilantly scanning all the movements around them, as if no slightest movement could escape their eyes.

Their postures are upright and rigid, like black stone pillars, giving people a sense of inviolable majesty.

Wei Yingluo's eyes were firm, and she insisted on riding a horse instead of taking a carriage.

Her petite figure stood in stark contrast to the tall horse. She frowned slightly, her eyes revealing an unquestionable determination.

She knew very well that if she took a carriage, one month would not be enough.

If Chen Bi really entered the palace and attacked the Queen Mother without my assistance, all my efforts in this period would be in vain.

She held the reins tightly in her hands. The reins were like the rope of life and the sustenance of hope in her hands.

She held it tightly, her fingers turning slightly white due to the force, and the veins on the back of her hand were faintly visible. Her body was slightly leaning forward, as if she was communicating silently with the horse, ready to set off at any time.

Fu Heng rode on a horse beside him, looking at Wei Yingluo with his deep eyes.

There was a hint of confusion and curiosity in his eyes. He was wondering when his wife Wei Yingluo learned to ride a horse.

He watched her mount the horse. Her skilled movements and lithe figure made her look like someone who had grown up on horseback.

A complex emotion suddenly surged in his heart. He knew that his wife had many secrets and had not told him all of them.

He felt a little disappointed, but he was not angry. He just felt that he had not done well enough to make Wei Yingluo trust him wholeheartedly. A trace of self-blame flashed in his eyes.

He swore to himself that he should do better and better. He clenched his hands unconsciously, as if to cheer himself up.

He straightened his body slightly, showing a firm posture. He wanted to let Wei Yingluo know that he would always support her no matter what happened.

Fu Heng took a deep breath and said to Wei Yingluo, "Yingluo, this journey will definitely be dangerous. You must be careful. If you are tired, we can ride together." His voice was gentle and concerned, and his eyes were full of love.

His voice was as gentle as a whisper in the breeze, and every word was full of deep affection for Wei Yingluo. He was thinking that this journey was full of unknown dangers, and he must protect Wei Yingluo and not let her get hurt.

Wei Yingluo nodded slightly and said, "Okay, Fu Heng, don't worry, I will take good care of myself." Her voice was firm and confident, and her eyes were shining with courage. Her eyes were like the twinkling stars in the night sky, bright and firm.

Her heart was filled with anticipation and determination for the journey ahead. She knew that she was shouldering the heavy responsibility of saving the Queen and could not retreat in the slightest.

She silently told herself that no matter what difficulties she encountered, she must move forward bravely.

Her body trembled slightly because of excitement and nervousness, but she quickly controlled her emotions. She didn't want to make Fu Heng worry.

At the same time, on the other side, Hailancha was also leading officials and a group of people walking on the wide official road.

The sound of horse hooves raised a cloud of dust. The sound of horse hooves was like an exciting war drum, beating the rhythm of the march forward.

Hailancha was riding on a horse, his tall figure looked particularly heroic in the sun. He looked at the distant road ahead with sharp eyes, his heart full of a sense of mission.

He knew that this mission to Holland's army was arduous, but he was not afraid.

His eyes were like burning flames, full of passion and fighting spirit. He was thinking about Mingyu in his heart, thinking that after completing the task, he could ask the emperor for permission to grant him and Mingyu a marriage.

When he thought of this, the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose slightly, and that smile was full of longing for the future.

He sat upright, holding the reins tightly with both hands, and his legs gently clamped around the horse's belly, allowing the horse to maintain a steady pace.

His eyes occasionally scanned the officials and soldiers around him, with the majesty of a leader in his eyes.

Similarly, Liu Baizhi and his group have already caught up with Chen Bi.

They hid in the crowd, silently observing the actions of the Holan tribe members and Chen Bi.

Liu Baizhi had not received Wei Yingluo's reply yet, so they did not act rashly. They just followed them all the way, their eyes as sharp as an eagle's, silently investigating.

Their hearts were filled with tension and anticipation, not knowing what would happen next. Their bodies were slightly tense, like cheetahs ready to respond to emergencies at any time.

Their eyes were fixed on the target, not daring to relax even a little.

Their fingers unconsciously rested on their weapons, ready to draw their weapons to protect themselves or take action at any time. Their heartbeats slightly accelerated because of nervousness and excitement, knowing that they were shouldering an important mission and could not make the slightest mistake.

The trees on both sides of the official road swayed gently in the breeze, and the leaves rustled.

The sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves, forming patches of light that dance on the ground, as if seeing off the people on their journey.

The blue sky and white clouds, the green mountains and clear waters all bear witness to their departure. The unknown journey unfolds under their feet, full of challenges and opportunities.

The blue sky and white clouds are like a huge canvas, painted with clouds of various shapes, like a masterpiece of nature. The green mountains and green waters are like a vibrant painting, full of vitality. The trees are like loyal guards, standing quietly on both sides of the road, providing a shade for people traveling far away.

But if Wei Yingluo knew what they would encounter, she would definitely not let Fu Heng accompany her to the southwest.

Deep in her heart, she was filled with worries about unknown dangers, and she was afraid that Fu Heng would be in danger because of her. Occasionally, a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

She knew she couldn't retreat. The Queen's illness required the Sacred Heart Herb, and she had to move forward bravely.