The long dragon-like team left Jinling City, meandering forward and slowly marching forward. It took more than a month to walk this way.
It rained intermittently for more than a month.
From south to north, the rain is getting heavier and heavier. People who walk on the road every day are soaked. In addition, the ground is muddy, and everyone is crooked. It is extremely difficult to walk.
However, the emperor rarely let people rest.
It was as if he was deliberately torturing the people around him. No matter how heavy the rain was, he wanted to keep the team moving forward. Although everyone couldn't stop crying, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and march forward in the storm.
For others, all the difficulties come from bad weather.
But for Nanyan, it is different.
The greater pain came from her body. She just had a miscarriage, and she didn't have a good rest in the cold palace. She was forced to go on the road even with a low fever. Moreover, it was windy and rainy every day. This part of the road was very difficult for her. Said, nothing more than a cruel punishment.
No matter how Ran Xiaoyu protected her, and even hugged her with both arms all the way, trying to give her some body temperature, Nan Yan's body was always as cold as ice, but she never complained once, regardless of the people in the team. How many people were complaining, but she still gritted her teeth and followed everyone forward step by step.
However, even so, some people are still dissatisfied.
It was Concubine Ning, Feng Qianyan, who was sitting in the gorgeous carriage.
She raised the curtain, looked at the two figures in the crowd behind, who were drenched in rain, supporting each other, and sneered.
What about the imperial concubine
Didn't he also fall from the clouds, and what's more, he fell in the mud, which was so ugly.
The maid next to her said with fragrance: "Your Majesty, this can relieve your anger."
"Relief?"
Hearing these two words, Feng Qianyan raised her eyebrows slightly: "Is this level of anger that I'm suffering can be relieved?"
Han Xiang hurriedly said: "Yeah, that bitch... even if she dies, she won't be able to relieve her anger."
Feng Qianyan sneered again: "Death, there is no need."
"..."
"She is dead, who is this palace watching?"
"..."
"I am afraid that she will die now, so I have to find someone to 'take care of' her."
After finishing speaking, she winked at the accompanying ladies and eunuchs outside.
Several people immediately went to the end of the line.
At this time, Nan Yan already felt that her legs were soaked in the muddy water and had become numb. It was only because of Ran Xiaoyu's strong hug that she could take a step forward.
Just as she was walking forward with difficulty, several court ladies and eunuchs came up from behind, and when they walked past her, they deliberately bumped her with their shoulders.
Nan Yan was caught off guard, staggered by them and nearly fell.
Fortunately, Ran Xiaoyu protected her, she frowned and turned to look at those people: "What are you doing?!"
However, before he finished speaking, another person came from the other side, stretched his leg and tripped, tripping Nan Yan to the ground.
"Ouch!"
Nan Yan was caught off guard and fell, mud splashed all over her body.
Ran Xiaoyu exclaimed, "Young lady!"
She hurriedly grabbed Nan Yan's hand to pull her up, but the person next to her bumped into her again. Ran Xiaoyu realized that something was wrong, and kicked the person backwards, pushing the person to the ground, but the other side came again A few people came up, two fists were no match for four hands, and she was still caring about Nanyan, so she was pushed down in the end.
The muddy water kicked up by those people splashed all over them.
In a panic, Ran Xiaoyu was stepped on several times in order to protect Nanyan.
"Xiaoyu!"
Although Nan Yan was ill, she was not stupid after all, she immediately understood what was going on, seeing Ran Xiaoyu being kicked by those people, she was about to struggle, but was tightly protected by Ran Xiaoyu.
"Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu!"
She tried to struggle, but couldn't break free at all.
And those few people saw that they had succeeded, they didn't stop, they ran away immediately, and disappeared into the crowd after a while.
The people around looked at them without speaking, and walked forward in silence.
Ran Xiaoyu and Nan Yan struggled, and finally stood up, both of them were already covered in mud, and Nan Yan was dying, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
Ran Xiaoyu was angry and anxious, hugging her with both hands: "Madam, how are you? Did they hurt you?"
Nan Yan's face was pale, but at this time, his face was covered with mud, so he couldn't see it.
She just gritted her teeth and stood up straight, looking at Ran Xiaoyu: "You, are you okay?"
"Slave is fine."
She had been kicked several times, but this level of injury was nothing to her, but Nan Yan had also been stepped on several times just now, her body was weak, and she absolutely couldn't bear any more injuries.
However, as soon as he stood firmly, a few nuns from behind came up: "Hurry up, don't block the road behind!"
Ran Xiaoyu said angrily: "Didn't you see that someone attacked us just now? Your majesty was injured!"
The nanny sneered, "Do it, we didn't see it."
"Yeah, who did it with you?"
"Besides, what's the matter with the empress? The emperor asked you to drive with the car. If you are dissatisfied, tell the emperor. Why are you angry at us?"
"you-"
Ran Xiaoyu was so angry that she wanted to rush up to argue with her, but Nan Yan stretched out her hand to stop her.
She gasped and said, "Xiaoyu stop talking, let's go..."
With that said, he walked forward with difficulty.
Ran Xiaoyu had no choice but to support her. The two of them endured the pain on their bodies and limped forward, while the nuns looked at their backs and sneered, "That's right. The timing is right."
"Still playing prestige in front of us."
"When you are favored, you are a concubine. When you are not favored, you are not even as good as mud on the ground."
…
When Ran Xiaoyu heard these words, she immediately flew into a rage, and was about to go back to argue with them, but Nan Yan weakly put her hand on hers, and said softly, "Don't be as knowledgeable as them."
"But-"
Ran Xiaoyu's eyes were red with anger: "They, how dare they treat you like this?!"
Nan Yan said calmly: "Why don't they dare? This palace is supposed to favor the high and depress the low. Now I am not favored, and I have been thrown into the cold palace. If they don't step on it, they will not step on it."
"Your Majesty, can you really bear this breath?"
Nan Yan said lightly: "These people are just following the crowd, and you can't care about them."
"..."
"Even if you want to worry about it, you still have to worry about the people who are messing with me behind your back."
Ran Xiaoyu's heart skipped a beat: "You mean—"
"..."
Nan Yan didn't speak any more, but continued to walk forward with difficulty, with a cold and calm expression on her face, as if nothing had happened.
And in the front line, a person turned his head.
Under the attack of the rain, those wolf eyes revealed a heavy evil spirit.