"Wait a minute." Zhao Yang squatted down, took out the Qiankun bag hidden in his boots, and took out a piece of iron wire from it. He went forward and fiddled with it for a while, then opened the locked door. He immediately pulled Xiao Fengye and ran to the back door.
"Take the antidote." Zhao Yang handed him the antidote and pulled him into an empty courtyard. The two of them sat in the corner, panting.
"Yangyang, how do you have these things?" Xiao Fengye asked curiously, blinking his eyes.
"The princess gave me this for self-defense, and I've kept it." He said as he thought. After resting for a while, he said, "We can't stay here. If those people knew we had escaped, they might look for us in the city. Let's go!"
"Where are you going? Back to the palace?" Xiao Fengye asked.
"Let's get out of the city gate first." He pulled him towards the city gate, intending to leave the city first and inquire for news along the way.
"Yangyang, how can you open the lock with that iron wire?" Xiao Fengye asked curiously. He found that he didn't know anything that Yangyang knew.
"I have learned how to pick locks. I can use not only wire but also pen to pick locks." Zhao Yang said while paying attention to the people on the street. When he saw several people looking around on the street, he couldn't help but quicken his pace.
"Hurry up! They're coming!"
Xiao Fengye didn't dare to ask any more questions and just ran after him with his short legs. The two of them mixed in the crowd, went out of the city gate and ran outside the city. After entering the woods, Xiao Fengye was tripped by a branch and fell forward, with his hands rubbed and bleeding.
He stared blankly at his bleeding hands. Looking at the blood, he couldn't help but think of the bloody scene that night. He sat there for a long time without any reaction.
"It's bleeding. Let me bandage it for you." Zhao Yang felt a little guilty. He was older than him so he ran faster, but he didn't consider that he would not be able to keep up with his speed, which caused him to fall.
"I miss my daddy and mommy." After a long while, Xiao Fengye raised his head and looked at Zhao Yang who was bandaging him. His soft and sticky voice was full of grievance: "Yangyang, I miss my daddy and mommy."
Zhao Yang was stunned and silent for a long time. He sat down and said, "I'll see them later." He also missed his father and mother. This time, they might really be gone.
"When is the future?" Xiao Fengye asked crisply.
Zhao Yang thought for a moment and said, "When we find the princess, she will definitely find them. As long as we find her, we can see your father and mother."
"Then let's find someone to ask! See if Jiu has come back." He no longer had much impression of this niece named Fengjiu. He only knew her name and had heard a lot about her.
"No." Zhao Yang shook his head: "Before you find them, you can't mention the princess's name, the past, or your father and mother's names to anyone."
"Why?" the little man asked in confusion. If no one mentioned it, how could he ask? If no one mentioned it, wouldn't it mean no one would know? Then how could he know what he wanted to know
"Because if some people who have grudges against them knew that you were the princess' uncle, they would capture you and threaten them. Then, we would be in danger too."