They say it's sick

Li Yan didn't sleep well that night.

The climate in the capital city is very different from that in northern Liaoning. It rained heavily just after the beginning of spring, and the wind and rain were violent throughout the night, making it difficult to sleep. There was a damp earthy smell.

They arrived in the capital the afternoon before and settled in this not too big and somewhat remote post house.

But after all, it is the capital city. Compared with the posthouses and inns that passed by along the way, although it is small, it has a single courtyard, clean and elegant. There are a few willow trees planted in front of the door, which have just sprouted new shoots and are exuding vitality.

Li Yan stood at the window and watched for a while, and was about to go out for a walk, when someone knocked on the door at the right time.

As expected, it was indeed Li Liang outside the door.

Seeing the middle coat on Li Yan's body, he frowned, as if he saw something indecent, and he didn't realize that it was the reason why he came to the room early in the morning.

Along the way, Li Yan was used to his attitude, so he didn't even bother to raise his eyelids: "What's the matter?"

Li Liang pursed his lips and glanced into the room: "The Holy Majesty called you into the palace."

"Enter the palace?"

Li Yan thought that it would take a while for someone to take care of him, but he didn't expect that the emperor would see him so soon.

It may be to see if the hostage is obedient.

Li Yan thought about it, and responded casually, and closed the door with his hands back to change clothes.

The imperial city is as magnificent as expected.

Li Yan got off the carriage in front of the gate of the imperial city, looked at the majestic palaces inside the wall, and suddenly felt a little emotional.

Life is really full of unexpected things. Back then when it was a problem to have enough food and clothing in the village, I never would have imagined that one day I would be able to enter the palace to meet the Holy Spirit.

Although I don't know anything, the road ahead is unpredictable.

Li Yan suddenly stopped and looked back at Li Liang who was guarding in front of the carriage: "Aren't you going to tell me something?"

Li Liang frowned: "The subordinates are only ordered to escort the young master to Beijing, take care of the young master's food and daily life, and do not interfere with the rest."

"No more interference?"

Li Yan laughed, turned around and continued walking forward.

A waiter was waiting inside the door early, and saw Li Yan scan up and down first, and then said: "Is it the son of General Li Xuan's family?"

Li Yan nodded: "Just call me Li Yan."

The servant didn't seem to hear it, and said to himself: "Your Majesty is now in Qianyuan Hall, Mr. Li will follow me."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Li Yan's response, he turned around and left.

Li Yan raised his eyebrows lightly, and followed quickly.

I didn't know how long I walked along the long alleyway, and finally came to a palace room, and the servant stopped: "Mr. Li, wait a moment, I will report inside."

Li Yan responded with a sigh of relief.

He was weak and sick since he was a child, but he was forced to go up and down the mountains and rivers every day to do all kinds of farm work and never be idle for a moment.

On the contrary, during this period of time, he was fed and clothed in the carriage without taking a few steps. After walking so far suddenly, he was somewhat exhausted and almost couldn't keep up with the footsteps of the servant several times.

I really realized what it means to enter the palace as deep as the sea.

The heavy palace door was closed and opened, and the servant went and came back, nodded slightly to Li Yan: "Your Majesty, invite Mr. Li to enter."

Li Yan shook the hand hidden in his sleeve vigorously, put one hand behind his back, straightened his back and nodded lightly: "Okay..."

There were many guards and servants guarding the gate of the hall, but the hall was quiet.

Zhang Hedi, Yuan Jing, was wearing a small-sleeved gown, standing alone in front of the book case, concentrating on painting.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he looked up, with a smile on his face: "Are you here?"

He has a handsome appearance and a warm smile. If it weren't for the eye-catching red-yellow robe on his body, no one would believe that this young man with a gentle face who looks only in his early twenties is the current emperor.

After a brief hesitation, Li Yan knelt down on the ground: "See Your Majesty."

"There is no need to be formal, and today is not a formal summons. I heard that you are here, so I asked you to come and chat casually..." Yuan Jing still smiled, and glanced at the servant beside him, "Zhao Li, help Mr. Li up .”

The servant named Zhao Li helped Li Yan up and then retreated, leaving Li Yan alone standing in front of the desk with his head bowed.

The emperor was younger than he had imagined, and he was also kinder than expected, but he didn't know whether it was by nature or a deliberate appearance.

In addition to knowing a little bit of the reason why I came to the capital from Mrs. Li Xuan's letter that day.Li Yan knew nothing about the situation here, the situation in the DPRK, or even the situation he would face here.

As for the Emperor Zhang He who ordered to come by himself, he had only heard a little about the fact that after the death of the late emperor, the sons seized the throne, and in the end it was the younger brother of the former emperor who had never existed before who ascended the throne. Rumors - both true and false, countless.

Yuan Jing dipped in the ink and drew two more strokes on the paper: "Just now Zhao Li said that your name is Li Yan, does that mean..."

Having said that, he suddenly stopped, looked up and looked behind Li Yan, the hand holding the pen stopped in mid-air: "Why is the King of Huai'an free to come today?"

Li Yan was stunned for a moment, and then heard footsteps behind him - someone pushed open the hall door without notification, and went straight into the inner hall.

He couldn't help turning his head back, and seeing a beautiful face head on, he couldn't help but froze on the spot.

According to folk rumors, there is indeed a king of Huai'an, whose surname is Xiao Mingduo, the only king with a different surname in the court, who is highly skilled in martial arts and holds a heavy army.

Li Yan always thought that he was a strong and strong martial artist, but he didn't expect that he looked so amazing - amazing.

Yes, amazing, the first time you see that face, no matter who it is, these two words will first pop up in your mind.

He has seen many people with superior looks, such as Yun Zhi, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, good-looking with dignity, but also youthful and childish;

Zhang Hedi in front of him can also be regarded as clear and handsome, gentle and peaceful;

King Huai'an is different from them, his facial features are handsome, but very fierce.

Seeing his face, you will subconsciously want to avoid seeing him, and feel fear from the bottom of your heart.

"I heard that Li Xuan's son is here, come and have a look..." Xiao Duo sat on a big armchair next to the desk without any politeness, his eyes fell on Li Yan, "What did the Holy Master say about you just now?"

Li Yan raised his head and met the man's eyes.

Those phoenix eyes were slightly curved, as if smiling, but I don't know if it was because the man was so imposing that people couldn't feel any smile from that face at all.

Inexplicably, Li Yan felt a sense of uneasiness that he hadn't felt when he met the saint just now.

He really didn't know much about King Huai'an, nor did he know what kind of existence he was in this dynasty, but the current situation was somewhat abnormal.

He turned his gaze slightly, and Yuan Jing restrained his emotions from the corner of his eye, and continued to concentrate on painting.

"Why, is he dumb?" Xiao Duo was obviously a little impatient when he didn't get a response immediately, and glanced at Li Yan's face, "Or did you mean that Li Xuan sent a fool over to make up the number?"

Li Yan: "..."

He lowered his eyes, with a docile face, and said carefully: "Li Yan..."

"Li Yan?" Xiao Duo laughed, but his mouth was clearly sarcasm, "Only the groom Li Xuan can give his son such a name."

He stroked his chin and looked at Li Yan's face, "I've met Li Xuan several times, but I never thought that his thick-skinned appearance could give birth to a son like you. Judging by your face, you probably followed your mother?"

Li Yan raised his head abruptly, forgetting to pretend and hide his emotions, and widened his eyes.

The existence of his mother has always been regarded as a great shame by Li Xuan, even in Li's residence, few people know about it.

This King of Huai'an...

"I heard that Li Xuan's eldest son who had been lost for many years appeared out of thin air, so I asked someone to inquire about it..."

Xiao Duo seemed to find his reaction very interesting, tilted his head and laughed, "Speaking of Li Xuan's good deeds back then, everyone in the court knew about it, everyone knew about it, Your Majesty has heard of it, right?"

Yuan Jing stopped the pen in his hand and shook his head lightly: "I have always known very little about the affairs of the court."

"That's really a pity..." Xiao Duo slightly raised his eyebrows, but he didn't intend to explain, and directly changed the subject, "What position does His Majesty plan to arrange for Young Master Li?"

Yuan Jing looked down at the unfinished painting on the paper: "I just called Mr. Li here today to chat casually, I haven't thought about it yet."

"That's just right..." Xiao Duo said calmly, and he made a decision directly, without any intention of negotiating, "I lack a book in my house, so he is the only one."

Yuan Jing wasn't surprised at all, let alone annoyed at all, as if he was used to all this: "I'll ask someone to draw up an order later, and send it to Huai'an Prince's Mansion together with the reward."

Li Yan gave Xiao Duo a complicated look.

There have been existences like myself in all dynasties, whether they are willing or unwilling, and no matter how good the excuses are, in the end they are all here to be hostages. Although there are officials, they are all useless idle jobs in the court , doing superficial kung fu, expressing appeasement.

In comparison, it was somewhat inexplicable to fall on him as the master of the Huai'an Palace.

For a moment, he couldn't figure out whether the King of Huai'an wanted to blackmail or win over Li Xuan.

But it was obvious that he had no choice.

Once it comes, it will be safe, anyway, the days are long.

Li Yan withdrew his gaze and knelt down to thank him.

Xiao Duo seemed to have seen through his small thoughts, raised his eyebrows lightly, turned his eyes and glanced at Yuan Jing's painting: "Speaking of which, the previous imperial decree should also go to Yun's house, I'm actually a little curious about Yun Ye's Who will be sent next time...Your Majesty knows more about the Yun family than I do, why don't you come and guess?"

Yun family?

Li Yan pursed his lips quietly, his heart became clear soon.

Even an existence like Li Xuan would be feared, not to mention the Marquis of Zhenyuan who had been stationed in Youzhou for generations with a heavy army in his hand. It was true that Yunji was an official in the capital before, and it was not a bargaining chip.

Now Yunji is gone, and we have to find new ones.

Yun Ji still has a son, but thinking of Yun Shu's small face, Li Yan felt that even he would not be willing to send him to a place like the capital, so only... Yun Zhi?

Or find an embarrassing but insignificant scapegoat like myself?However, Marquis Zhenyuan didn't seem to be as nasty as Li Xuan.

Li Yan was thinking secretly, his eyes drifted quietly towards Yuan Jing.

Yuan Jing's pen dipped in ink just stopped on the paper, and subconsciously raised his head to glance at Xiao Duo's face, but the other party had already withdrawn his gaze, absent-mindedly studying the patterns on the hem of his clothes, as if what he said just now was really just casual talk.

Yuan Jing lowered his eyes, and a large ink blot formed on the paper. A landscape painting was inexplicably changed, but he didn't notice it, and continued to draw: "I and Zhenyuanhou have never seen it before, why? Maybe you can guess what he's thinking."

"Yunye is old-fashioned, and it doesn't matter if he sees him or not. Yunji is quite interesting, but unfortunately...Your Majesty, you said that the boundary of Pingzhou is really not flat, or Yunji is too unlucky to go home and bump into him?" This kind of thing?"

"I..." Yuan Jing paused his pen and sighed, "Yun Qing passed away early, and I am also very sad."

Xiao Duo stared at him for a while, thought of something, shook his head lightly, raised his chin to Li Yan who was still at the side: "Let's go, go back to the house."

Li Yan looked up at Yuan Jing who seemed to be standing stiffly behind the desk, saluted, turned around and trotted to follow Xiao Duo's footsteps.

The main hall door opened and closed, Zhao Li quietly returned to the hall, stood in front of the desk: "Your Majesty..."

"Shh!"

Yuan Jing raised his head and made a silent gesture to him, Zhao Li immediately shut up, and cautiously went to the door to look out.

Yuan Jing laughed, and continued to draw with her downcast eyes.

There was a long silence in the hall, except for the rustling of writing.

After an unknown amount of time, Yuan Jing put down his pen and stared down at the picture on the table that he had drawn all morning. After a long time, he suddenly reached out and tore the picture to pieces.