Unclean

"Everything in the capital will be decided. Why are you so anxious to leave? I thought you were most concerned about other things now." Emperor Cheng Jing said with a grim expression.

Yan Yunhe lowered his face: "If Your Majesty is a kind, heartless and ungrateful person, then I should not stay."

Emperor Cheng Jing was stabbed by his words: "You are blaming me."

"I dare not." Yan Yunhe said expressionlessly: "Now the power of the three major battalions is in the hands of His Majesty, and there is no need for ministers in the capital."

"Who said there is no need!" Cheng Jingdi slapped the imperial case, and the servants outside the door knelt down together, but Yan Yunhe didn't raise his head.

After the anger passed, Emperor Cheng Jing frowned again and said: "I know you are angry in your heart, you go back and think about it for a few days, think about it carefully, don't be impulsive."

Yan Yunhe put his hands on the ground, and slowly curled up his fingers: "Chen..."

Emperor Cheng Jing: "Don't dare to say more, I can only order more people to be sent to the prison."

Yan Yunhe finally got up and left Qianqing Palace.

Eunuch Yan came to his side: "Master Yan, why are you doing this?"

"Has Aunt Zhang not explained yet?" Yan Yun asked rhetorically.

Eunuch Yan: "After all, she is someone close to the Empress Dowager, so her mouth is very stubborn, but our family has found a way. She has a goddaughter named Jin Yu. It is said that she was born to Aunt Zhang's younger brother outside the palace, and she loves her very much. Before Not long after, Aunt Zhang sent Jin Yu out of the palace, and her whereabouts are unknown now."

Yan Yunhe's lips twitched slightly: "It's not easy to find someone in the palace?"

"Jinyiwei is abolished, and the imperial city department is busy again. At this critical juncture, there is an urgent need to employ people. Master Yan, you still have to go to the border, and only our family is busy with this matter." Eunuch Yan pointed out.

Yan Yunhe narrowed his eyes: "What do you mean, are you threatening me?"

Eunuch Yan said slowly: "I know that my lord has heart knots about Dongshou, but you can't be arrogant."

Yan Yunhe ignored him: "I will look for Yu's whereabouts today, Aunt Zhang, please help me watch, don't let her die easily."

Eunuch Yan flicked his whisk in the dust: "Then it will be a while longer to entertain your lord."

Back in the mansion, the number of people who visited the banquet mansion has increased several times since Winter Hunting.

No one in the capital now knows that the Jiang family has fallen, and the banquet in the Marquis of Yong'an, who is a close minister of the emperor, is in full swing, and everyone wants to congratulate him.

During the period when Yan Yunhe complained of illness and was unable to go to court, Mrs. Yan also complained of illness and thanked guests behind closed doors.

In the evening, Yan Yunhe accompanied Mrs. Yan to dinner: "These days, why don't you see mother, relatives and friends coming to the mansion to talk to each other?"

Mrs. Yan gave him a blank look: "Recently, it is best to move less in the house, and mother will also restrain the servants from causing trouble. Don't listen to those others, think that you have made great achievements, be complacent, and make friends everywhere. Really messed up."

"Besides, it sounds nice to work for the royal family, but others don't know how hard it is. Look at how much weight you have lost these days." Madam Yan said with some distress.

Yan Yunhe's heart felt slightly astringent, and heat welled up in his eyes: "There's no such thing as thin."

Mrs. Yan sighed: "I'm at this age, and I've seen many things. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. As long as you don't worry about everything in your heart, and you become depressed when the time comes, then it will be a bad thing."

Yan Yunhe's hand holding the chopsticks trembled slightly, Madam Yan had something in her words, as if she wanted to see through him.

Madam Yan said again: "When you go out at night, remember to wear more clothes, so as not to catch cold."

"..." Yan Yunhe couldn't swallow the food in his mouth.

Mrs. Yan: "Don't embarrass Xiao Song, I have to cover for you all day long, and I can't even sleep well. You look a lot older."

Yan Yunhe quickly poured a bowl of soup for Mrs. Yan: "Mother, drink the soup."

Hearing the begging for mercy in his tone, Mrs. Yan gave up, leaving Yan Yunhe a bit of a face.

Back in the room, Song Wen already habitually wanted to come over to change Yan Yunhe's clothes.

Yan Yunhe refused: "Don't change, mother already knows."

Song Wen's eyes widened: "How could it be!"

"Knowledge is better than mother, she may have guessed it long ago, but she never said it." Yan Yunhe sighed.

Song Wen pinched Yan Yunhe's clothes tangledly: "Then do I still have to sleep here tonight? You don't know, my lord. I dare not sleep soundly during this time. Where are you busy? You are so busy all day and night Neither come back."

"Don't inquire about your lord's affairs." After Yan Yunhe finished speaking, he put on his cloak and left the room.

Song Wen curled his lips: "My lord, even if you don't tell me, I can guess just by smelling the smell on your body."

……

Doctor Zhou put away the needle and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

In the past half month, since he took over this special patient, he hasn't had much rest.

Fortunately, this patient was only seen by him a while ago. Regarding his illness, he also discussed with the brothers of Yaowanggu by letter and studied it.

Although it was entrusted by others, Dr. Zhou hasn't encountered such a patient for a long time.

When he checked his pulse again, Dr. Zhou was almost frightened. It’s been a long time since I saw him. How did this man torment himself? This serious illness is hard to heal. The upcoming pulse phase.

The place of consultation is also quite strange, it is actually a prison.

It's just that this prison looks strange, the cell is considered clean, the bed, books and desks are all available, and some charcoal is even produced to keep it warm.

Doctor Zhou has heard that there is another prison in this prison, and some special prisoners will be detained.

Most of them are royal family members, or some civil officials who are too upright, and they will be punished by Emperor Cheng Jing to come here, and they will be punished for minor punishments and major punishments.

It's just that no matter how good the surrounding environment is, Dr. Zhou thinks it will be of no benefit to his patients.

Doctor Zhou used his unique secret method to put the patient into a long sleep with very little waking time, plus daily acupuncture to stabilize the condition.

Coming out of the cell, Dr. Zhou was taken aback by Yan Yunhe who was standing in the dark: "My lord, how long have you been here?"

"Not long." Yan Yunhe replied as usual.

Doctor Zhou briefly described the situation of the people inside, and then said: "We still need to find the antidote as soon as possible, that is, the antidote is cured. He has so many old wounds on his body, and he has already hurt the root. He needs to follow me to the Medicine King as soon as possible." It's better for Gu to heal his wounds."

Yan Yunhe: "I see."

After finishing speaking, he asked Dr. Zhou again: "Is he awake?"

Dr. Zhou hesitated to speak, the last time the man woke up briefly, Yan Yunhe had clearly come, but he stayed outside all the time, never went in, until the man fell asleep again, then he showed up.

Doctor Zhou couldn't help but said: "Every time he wakes up and sees the old man, he always asks about your lord."

Yan Yunhe's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he turned his face stubbornly: "After all, I haven't woken up a few times, and you don't have to talk to him so much, Uncle Zhou."

Doctor Zhou shook his head helplessly: "The medicine is ready, and it's already on the table. You can go in and feed it to others."

Yan Yunhe thanked Dr. Zhou, then walked lightly, walked through the empty cells, and arrived at the cell in the depths where candles were burning and smelled of medicine.

The door was not locked with an iron chain, but for a person who has always been sleeping on the couch, there is not much difference between locking and not locking.

This person doesn't even know who has been in or out of this place.

Yan Yunhe came to the bed, looked at Yu Qin's eyes closed and his face in deep sleep, and skillfully picked up the medicine bowl on the table, gently hugged him in his arms, and fed the medicine in one gulp.

Wiping off the medicinal juice from the corners of Yu Qin's lips with a handkerchief, Yan Yunhe lay beside Yu Qin, stretched out his arms to hug him, and quietly buried his face in his neck.

Yu Qin's original breath has been overwhelmed by the strong smell of medicine, it smells very bitter, making one's heart astringent.

Yan Yunhe has been here for so many days, and what he did the most was to stay here and quietly accompany Yu Qin on the bed.

Occasionally, he would help fetch water to clean and wipe Yu Qin's body.

This man Xijie, after staying in prison for such a long time, he must feel uncomfortable.

Although Emperor Cheng Jing ordered Yu Qin to be transferred to this prison, it was Yan Yunhe's own initiative to go in and out of this place recklessly, regardless of what the outside world guessed.

Even if he came late at night every time, it didn't mean no one would know.

But Yan Yunhe had completely ignored it, and Emperor Cheng Jing unexpectedly did not say anything to criticize his actions.

Emperor Cheng Jing didn't say how to deal with Yu Qin, but through his temptations these days and Emperor Cheng Jing's reaction, Yan Yunhe had already guessed the answer.

When Yan Yunhe wiped Yu Qin's cheek with a wet veil, he felt his body move, as if he was about to open his eyes.

However, he knew that Yu Qin couldn't wake up. Several times he saw Yu Qin's eyelids trembling, as if he felt something, and tried to open his eyes, but soon fell into a deep sleep again.

The palms are warm, and the body has ups and downs of breathing.

It wasn't Yan Yunhe's nightmare during this time, that cold body that died in his arms.

Every night he would dream that in that tent, Yu Qin raised the firearm.

Sometimes he dreamed that someone was ahead of him and stabbed Yu Qin's chest with a knife.

Sometimes I dream that Yu Qin is in prison, and what awaits him is Qiu Hou Wenzhan.

Yan Yunhe knew why Yu Qin used that firecracker the moment he saw it.

Because if anyone in the camp could stop Yu Qin at that time, only Yan Yunhe was the only one.

The person who is most familiar with firearms is also the one who knows how to interrupt that firearm.

Yan Yunhe was excluded from the plan, and everything was arranged.

The person who arranged him included Yu Qin.

How ruthless must he be to let him put an end to all this, to stop this drama that he knows is sending Yu Qin to a desperate situation.

If Yu Qin died, he was the one who killed Yu Qin.

The knife that was cut on the firecracker also cut into the depths of his heart, blood was dripping from the twist, and his body was wounded to pieces.

Yan Yunhe opened his eyes, even though Yu Qin was still beside him, the nightmare still wouldn't let him go.

He propped himself up and placed a kiss on Yu Qin's lips.

"This time, it's not you who abandoned me."

The room was silent.

Yu Qin opened his eyes suddenly, his heart was beating extremely fast, his thoughts were still drowsy, he tried his best to turn his face away, the candle had already been extinguished.

The pillow was empty, as if no one had been there.