Lie Junhou [Rebirth]

Following Xiao Huan all the way to Yilan Palace, Lin Yi just remembered that Xiao Huan's bedroom is now in Danxiao Palace.

But this is obviously not the case in the previous life. At that time, Lin Yi was the king of the mountain, dragging a sick body, sleeping peacefully here.

Lin Yihuang followed Xiao Huan leisurely with his head down, and followed him all the way into the Yilan palace, and saw that the whole courtyard was deserted, very quiet, and the palace guards everywhere were closely guarded.

Xiao Huan walked through the corridor, through the courtyard, and walked directly into the Yilan Palace. The palace people retreated in a well-trained manner when they saw this, and filed out.

Lin Yi felt a little uneasy. He didn't know how injured he was. It seemed that things were as he had speculated. After being shot by an arrow in his previous life, it was Xiao Huan who took him away to take care of him, and he completely lost that memory after his rebirth.

Based on his experience, the degree of injury from the Folding Flower Arrow is enough to make him suffer a lot, and it is a miracle that he survived.

His mind, as ethereal as his body, was quickly brought back by the sound of the conversation.

"take a break."

Xiao Huan said, his tone was flat, but obviously he was not so cold and alienated.

Lin Yi followed the sound and saw that the Yilan Hall was elegantly and solemnly furnished, with carved wooden couches, hanging like water silk gauze around it, and when the breeze passed through the hall, it flicked lightly

The curtains on the bed were half closed, and a quiet and slender figure lay inside. Lin Yi guessed that it was his former self.

Sitting next to the bed was a young boy, dressed in military uniform, with black hair and ponytail tied high with a black jade crown, his face was haggard, but pale and handsome, with a very heavy expression.

Xiao Huan was talking to him.

Lin Yi stopped behind Xiao Huan and looked carefully at the boy—that was his nephew He Xiheng.

It has been several years since the last unpleasant meeting between the nephew and uncle. The young people look different every day, and Lin Yi can hardly recognize the transformed Xiao Xiheng in front of him.

He Xiheng raised his eyelids to look at Xiao Huan after hearing the sound, seemed very tired, paused for a while, got up and gave a sloppy salute: "Your Majesty."

Xiao Huan obviously didn't care, he was very tolerant towards him, he just waved his hand, signaling him to rest again.

"I'm not tired." He Xi shook his head horizontally, then turned his gaze back to the unconscious Lin Yi on the couch, "When will he wake up?"

Lin Yi was speechless, but Xiao Xiheng followed this to be his uncle, and he didn't see anyone in front of the emperor. Fortunately, Xiao Huan had a good temper.

"Didn't the imperial physician say that?" Xiao Huan walked to the table opposite the bed and sat down, adjusted his robes, "I may wake up at any time."

"The meaning of this is that it may not wake up."

He Xiheng was straightforward, and when he looked up again, his eyes were already red.

Xiao Huan seemed unmoved at all, picked up the teacup and took a sip, calmly said: "No one said that, don't think about it yourself, that's enough, I order you to rest."

He Xiheng: "I didn't..."

"Do you want a lonely person to carry you away?" Xiao Huan's voice sank a little, and finally revealed the majesty of the emperor, which suddenly suppressed people unconsciously.

He Xiheng finally stopped arguing, reluctantly looked at the people on the bed, and then turned around to follow the palace servants to rest.

Before going out, he seemed to have made up his mind, turned his head and said carefully to Xiao Huan: "Your Majesty, if uncle wakes up, don't tell him that I am here. The things I said to him before probably disappointed him."

Xiao Huan didn't say anything, just nodded.

Looking at this scene, Lin Yi couldn't help feeling that he didn't hurt Xiao Xiheng for nothing. Although the child never saw him again because of the rumors outside, a friend in adversity sees the truth. No, he still cares about himself after all, and what about himself? Xiao Xiheng will be blamed.

Only Xiao Huan was left in the hall, as soon as He Xiheng left, Xiao Huan suddenly lost interest in the Wuyi tea in the cup, he put down the jade cup casually, looked at the brocade tent with deep eyes.

He got up and walked over, but Lin Yi was a little reluctant to get closer to look at it. He thought to himself that seriously ill people are always ugly, maybe he has lost his appearance and turned into a haggard, thin and yellow ghost, so what? good.

I was thinking about it in a mess, but I still followed it.

When he saw it, it was okay, but he was much thinner and paler, and his appearance was still handsome, not scary.

The brocade in the tent was covered with light silk, and Lin Yi, who was unconscious, lay quietly, with thick black eyelashes drooping, and his face was like snow.

Xiao Huan sat down by the couch, quietly looked at the sleeping person in the tent, and then seemed to get used to it, he took a booklet from a few desks beside him and flipped through it.

Lin Yi watched quietly, this was the beginning of their first acquaintance, to be precise, it was the beginning of Xiao Huan's acquaintance with him.

A subordinate came to report and handed Xiao Huan a stack of things. According to the style of clothes worn by the subordinate, it was not an official position in the central government, but probably an organization established by Xiao Huan drawn from the ghost army camp.

Xiao Huan unpacked the stack of things, flipped through each one, and sometimes stopped to look at the sleeping people in the tent.

Lin Yi couldn't help being curious, so he leaned over to watch with him. Xiao Huan couldn't feel anything on the left and right, and even if he felt it, it was just a fantasy memory, which didn't bother him.

He was surprised when he saw it. These are the letters and reports collected and investigated by Xiao Huan's men, about Lie Junhou's mansion and Lin Yi.

Xiao Huan just flipped through the newspapers quietly, the hall was quiet, only the rustling of paper pages and the soft sound of curtains swaying in the wind.Lin Yi felt a little flattered in his heart, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to investigate clearly, Jinzhi, you read it so carefully, don't you just start to fall in love with me?"

Xiao Huan naturally couldn't hear his jokes, so Lin Yi planned to visit He Xiheng again.

But as soon as he stepped out of the threshold of the main hall, he did not walk into the garden full of orchids, but stepped into a somewhat cold and bleak autumn day. He realized that this place was still the same place as before, but it was not at the same time.

Lin Yi had no choice but to keep going, and two people walked in the court. He saw that it was Xiao Huan, and the person next to him was talking to Xiao Huan.

The man was dressed as a Taoist priest, wearing a light blue cloud-pattern robe with a white background, and a cloud-like snow-white dust whisk on his arm.

Lin Yi felt a little familiar, looked carefully for a while, and quickly suppressed his guess.

Then came a monk, his robes were spotless, and he had a clean demeanor, his temperament was stable and peaceful, detached from things, his eyes penetrated into all living beings, and he contained a peaceful world.

Lin Yi felt that this person looked familiar.

Seeing the monk approaching, the Taoist priest seemed to dissipate in an instant, raised his eyebrows and said, "Yo, you're here too? It's lively."

The monk was neither angry nor angry: "The poor monk came to send the golden leaf lotus. I heard that someone in the palace was sick, and this medicinal material is missing."

Feeling the familiar atmosphere in front of him, Lin Yi had to admit that the Taoist priest in front of him who was like a fairy descended from the earth was Lord Yuheng, and the handsome monk was probably Jibei.

He couldn't help rubbing his forehead, these two people are not common people, it's nothing, but why are they originally good-looking talents, but in this life they have become the image of poor old monks and indifferent Taoists?

Jun Yuheng's complexion suddenly warmed up, and his eyes became brighter, as if he wasn't the one who couldn't understand the other party just now: "That's right! That's what's missing! Where is the medicine?"

Ji Bei couldn't see how it was moving, so she turned slightly to avoid Lord Yuheng's claws, preventing him from searching her body: "Wait a minute, if the poor monk's guess is right, Lord Hou's body is already at the end of his strength, this golden leaf lotus When using medicine, he has always only used the strongest prescription as a guide, and exchanged nine deaths for a lifetime. Is he really able to bear this kind of medicine?"

He looked at Xiao Huan again: "The poor monk also heard that Nanjiang suddenly paid tribute to several green ghost beasts recently."

Lin Yi couldn't help lifting his spirits when he heard the green ghost beast.Xiao Huan did not refute, but nodded, but obviously in a bad mood.

Jun Yuheng flicked his fly whisk, frowned slightly, and said, "Okay, there's nothing to hide, the young master's body has been completely damaged, and now he can live up to five years. The blood of the Southern Border Green Ghost, matched Using golden leaf lotus to make medicine, this medicine is indeed too powerful, if he is willing to take this medicine, his life expectancy will only be one or half year, but at least the remaining days will be more comfortable."

Xiao Huan's eyes moved lightly, his imperceptible emotions were hidden in his eyes, and he said to Jibei: "I will tell him and let him choose by himself."

Ji Bei stared at Xiao Huan for a long time, his gentle and compassionate face remained unchanged, took out a small box, and handed the medicine to Lord Yuheng.

Yuheng Jun went to study the prescription with Jibei, and Xiao Huan went back alone. Lin Yi in the hall was wearing a black silk robe. His extremely thin body seemed to be hanging down and empty, and he wore a black satin robe in front of his eyes. Belt, sitting behind the desk, the whole person seems to be sunk in the nanmu chair.

When Xiao Huan walked over, Lin Yi couldn't hear it, but he could feel it, so he sat up straighter, his chin was thin and pointy.

Xiao Huan stood still by the side, then bent slightly, and gently put one hand on Lin Yi's shoulder. Lin Yi raised his hand and patted the back of his hand, as if to comfort him, and then mouthed something.

Xiao Huan leaned over and picked him up horizontally as he said, his movements were gentle and careful, but his forehead was still covered with sweat from the pain.

Lin Yi, who was watching the past quietly by the side, remembered that he had dreamed about this period. It seemed that after waking up from a coma, his body was severely injured, and he was made worse than death by the broken flower arrow. They were all separated, and he had nothing to worry about in his heart, so much so that he once wanted to die.

Lin Yi watched him carry himself back to the bed.Xiao Huan, who was guarding the bedside, was wearing a black royal robe with dark patterns, which set off his majesty and beauty, and his gaze on the person in the tent was soft.

This kind of companionship seems to be a long time.