Dogs do not have night vision and rely only on sensitive smell and hearing. Unfortunately, Zhou Wudi is still a puppy, and his sense of smell and hearing are not fully developed. Even if he is fully developed, he does not know how to apply it for a while.
Looking at the infinite darkness in front of him, Zhou Wudi hesitated. But a second later, he was still moving towards the unknown. He never does anything that backfires.
The path filled with gravel is extremely isolated. The threshold and steps passed by the previous days were like a mountain peak. It took nine bulls and two tigers to overcome it. The low bush flower turned into a heavenly jungle. The colourful eyes could only see a deep, shallow black...
Zhou Wudi thought he had gone a long way, but by the size of his slap, he was only walking out a few hundred meters. Fortunately, his memory was super high, and the path of the rear corner door had long been firmly imprinted into his mind through daytime exploration. The fall hit for more than an hour, and the already locked corner door was finally close to sight.
Zhou Wu Daxi rushed over and sneaked out through the gap under the door. A cold wind poured in, filled with burning scorch of light candles, and not far away came the neat and uniform footsteps of the Royal Forest Army patrol.
When the Garden of the King arrives, 500 meters north through the Garden of the King will be the Qing Dynasty Palace. Zhou Wudi was delighted and stepped up immediately. But he obviously forgot that there were dozens of steps out the corner door. These steps are not steep, but they are definitely cliffs for a dog with a big slap.
Zhou Wudi suddenly stepped on the sky under his feet and rolled his body down to plant it. This reminds me of this, and I regret it. Instead of succeeding in trying to stabilize his body, he changed the direction of the planting and went down to the short winter and green trees by the steps.
The dense branches of the bush provide some cushioning, and this wrestling is not heavy. But Zhou Wudi did not enjoy the heavens. His neck was caught between the branches of a fork. The tighter he struggled, the more thin the air was depriving him of his divinity.
The chest fluctuated sharply, and something was pulling away from this little body, very slowly, very painfully. Zhou Wudi struggled in vain. All he could see was a dark eye that suddenly emerged a brightly extinct white light spot. He knew he was dying of suffocation, and it felt indescribable!
Will the Princess find herself missing? Will you come and save yourself? This idea emerged in exchange for Zhou Wu Emperor's desperate self-ridicule. The palace door has been unlocked, she has escaped from the roller palace. Even if she did, how could she go through so much trouble?
It is a great irony that Zhou Wudi of the Hall died silently in some corner of the palace but no one could find it! He said in his heart.
However, just then, behind the corner door came a sudden sound of footsteps, hidden from hearing a palace woman say, “Go back to your mother-in-law, Po loves to run to the corner door during the day, and the slave can remember correctly. ”
“Find it. Find it!” The woman's anxious voice has a hint of swallowing. Then there was the noise of a deserted soldier.
“Woo ~” heard this familiar voice like heaven. The feeling of the soul being stripped of the body suddenly stopped. The gradual loss of energy seemed to start to slow down again, Zhou Wudi screamed hard.
“Stop, I think I heard Po!” The women shouted and the palace people were quiet.
Whimpering is coming again clearly and faintly.
“Behind the corner door!” Monsanto Elm's depressed eyes lit up two bright flames, hurrying to command, "Quick, open the corner door! ”
“But Ma'am, the palace stipulates that the palace door should not be opened at will after the key is lowered.” A eunuch rushed to dissuade him.
“Shut up about what? Didn't you hear Po's voice? He must have run into danger if he was to be able to get in early. Open the palace, it's your responsibility!” The woman restored her grand and abusive pie.
The tone, which usually sounds particularly disgusting, is particularly cute in Zhou Wudi's ears at this moment. He tried to keep his breath and his mind intact, and he knew that the woman who was trekking would surely save him.
The sound of metal friction came, followed by a dull squeak, the corner door was pushed open, and the rushing footsteps were getting closer. Follow his whimper.
The branches like the hanger were broken and a warm pair of hands cautiously picked him up and held him into a pale, hearty embrace. Zhou Wudi's nose twitched a little and his already pulled eyelids were slightly damp. The moment was so peaceful and quiet, he let himself go into a coma.
Seeing Po lie still in his arms, Meng Sangyu dared not touch him and trembled slightly with his petite hands.
“Come on, get the doctor!” Her voice was dry and strong.
For others, it's just a dog, a recreational object. For her, this is her playmate, her friend, even her family, the kind of presence that the volcano could not abandon even when the earthquake erupted. She could approach him without hesitation, without fear that her inferiority would involve him, and she could tell him everything about her heart without fear of one day's sudden betrayal.
She doesn't want to lose an important place in her heart.