After I fell off my horse, I was married for nine thousand years

After the whistle sounded twice, after one breath, a man in black knelt lightly in front of Yan Huaiyin.

"master."

Seeing the person appearing, Yan Huaiyin felt a little relieved.At this time, he let out the breath he was holding on to, and even his voice was a little tired: "Have you killed them all?"

The black-clothed Crane Feather Army who was kneeling underneath said softly: "My lord, kill them all."

The Heyu army is said to be Qingqi, but there are also people in the army who are good at spying trained by Yan Huaiyin.Although most of them were killed in Chaotianjian eight years ago, even Qingshang, who was considered the best among them, was lucky enough to survive.

Emperor Chengde's imperial decree and intention came quickly and urgently, and they only had three days for them to react, but Yan Huaiyin still tried his best to make some plans.

He hid in Yan Huaiyin's carriage while the Crane Feather Army was seeing Yan Huaiyin off, and followed him all the way out of the old northwestern part, and during the time he came to Chaohua City, the imperial capital, he wiped out all the shadowy followers of Zhao Huan up.

Yan Huaiyin's eyes were tinged with a smile: "Good job."

Zhao Huan used He Yujun and Yan Xiuqing as threats, and took him to Chaohua City alone, and even dared to order someone to watch him secretly. He really regarded him as that paper kitten, and he lost his temper at all.

"Lian Qing," he said softly, "Your family is in Chaohua City, and you haven't been back for eight years. You should go and spend time with your family."

He remembered the names of everyone in the Heyu Army, and he also knew that Lian Qing had an older brother in Chaohua City.

Lian Qingben was waiting for Yan Huaiyin to give him the next task, but he didn't expect to hear this sentence, and the nearly 30-year-old's eyes immediately turned red.

However, the corpses of the 230 Heyu soldiers who died in Chaotianjian eight years ago have not been recovered, and the [-] Heyu soldiers in the northwest have not seen their families for eight years.

Lian endured and endured, and finally said in a hoarse voice: "Master, there is no need."

This time Yan Huaiyin came out from the old northwestern part, and he only took him with him as best he could. Yan Huaiyin was too short of people around him, so he couldn't do without him.

"It's okay," Yan Huaiyin softened his voice after hearing what he said, and said softly, "I probably won't be able to go out these few days, and I may not be able to use you in the next few months, so go home and see look."

Zhao Huan asked him to steal the defense map of Chaohua City in the palace.

When Yan Huaiyin thought of this, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

The ambition of General Zhao is really obvious. After obtaining the defense map of Chaohua City, he will destroy the imperial capital every day, and then announce his identity as the prince of the old dynasty to the public.

In the name of restoring the dynasty, he won the throne and let him, the puppet emperor, sit on the throne for a few years. After a few years, he kicked Yan Huaiyin away. Everyone in the world knelt at the feet of General Zhao and shouted long live.

It has always been the common people who are tortured.

He said with a smile in his voice, "It's not that I won't give you the task. During the time you go back to live, check two people for me."

"Just check their whereabouts eight years ago."

Lian said in a low voice: "Master, let me tell you which two you want to check."

Yan Huaiyin squeezed her cold fingertips into her sleeves, and spit out two names from the tip of her tongue: "Gu Huanshan."

"And Jiang Lian."

"Go," Yan Huaiyin rolled his eyes, "it's not urgent, it's light, don't worry too much. I'm the incompetent master who trapped you in the mountains in the northwest for eight years. I want to go and have a good time with my family." Reunion is human nature, not a fault."

After a long silence, Lian Qingcai nodded heavily with red eyes.He stood up slowly and quietly exited the room.

He came in through the window and gently closed the window when he left.

As the window was closed, the silhouette sitting in the unlit room became thinner and thinner. The moment when the sudden moonlight disappeared from him, it was like darkness swallowing him up.

Lian Qing's last thought but didn't open his mouth to say, turned into a very light sigh at this moment.

He just wanted to persuade his master to visit the empress, it's not that he didn't know that the empress was dead, but after thinking about it, the young master didn't even know where the empress's tomb was, so where could he go to see it.

Then come back, everything in life is worth looking back on.

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After Yan Huaiyin and other things were arranged, she was able to prepare for the consequences of not taking good care of her body for more than a month.

On the second day, the news that Mr. Yan from the Northwest Old Department was ill spread to the ears of all those who cared about Northwest affairs in Chaohua City.

And Emperor Chengde sent an imperial doctor to the post station after learning that Yan Huaiyin had not been able to get rid of the high fever for two days, and finally broke a good jade coral in the bedroom.

Emperor Chengde disliked that Yan Huaiyin had a high fever when he first came to the imperial capital, it was very unlucky, and he was reluctant to send a carriage to Li Yuyi, who had ordered him to send him. After two streets, after losing half my life, I finally entered the door of the post house.

Li Yuyi heard that the person had been burned for two days, and thought that this unlucky Mr. Lao Shiziyan would have been burned stupidly and would only be moaning.

But after he pushed open the door of Yan Huaiyin's room, he saw a person wearing a thin spring shirt, leaning on the bed with normal complexion, waiting for him to come.

He looks like he can run for miles at any time.

Doctor Li immediately felt that Mr. Yan was playing with his old bones, but when he walked in and felt his pulse, he realized that the inside was really burning.

His hands were cold, but his neck was burning bright red, it was scalding to the touch.

Doctor Li frowned and checked his pulse for a while, then shook his head and said, "It's strange, it's really strange."

This Mr. Yan should have been raised well in the past, and the medicine he took was also the best, but for some reason he switched to an inferior medicine that was barely suitable for the disease, and ruined his body completely.

To be able to live in the present, Li Yuyi has exhausted all his life's knowledge and experienced speculations, probably all relying on his righteousness.

Yan Huaiyin only smiled and asked him: "Don't bother Doctor Li Yu to take care of other things, but is there a way to reduce the fever?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, there were some traces of burning. The words he spoke were light and soft, as if they were floating on the beams of the house.

Doctor Li blew his beard and glared at him fiercely: "As a doctor, since I have taken over Mr.'s illness, no matter what the outcome is, I will naturally try my best to heal you. What does Mr. say?"

He grabbed the pen and paper on the table and began to write the prescription. His handwriting was violent and unrestrained, and he looked very benevolent as a doctor: "I will take away the fever on your body first, and treat the rest slowly."

He wrote a few lines, but suddenly he let out a sigh of enlightenment, looked at Yan Huaiyin, and said, "Are you afraid that you won't have money to buy medicine?"

"Don't worry about this," Doctor Li said with a smile, "It was the old minister who was ordered by the sage to treat your husband. The medicine you drank was naturally taken from the imperial hospital. After you recover, you must remember to thank the sage for your kindness. That's fine."

Yan Huaiyin lay on the bed and listened to his words, her voice hoarse: "Of course I will remember the goodness of the Holy Majesty."

Li Yuyi finished writing the prescription, and by the way preached the great kindness of Emperor Chengde, and hurried to get the medicine for Yan Huaiyin.

After Li Yuyi's lively figure disappeared outside the door, Yan Huaiyin immediately took off the mask that was casually pasted on his face.

When he was ten years old, Yan Wanzhao, the empress of the old dynasty, invited a gentleman who has studied human/leather masks to teach him how to be a human/leather mask. He has made a human/leather mask for more than ten years. Imperial doctor.

He burned so badly that he didn't show his complexion when he put on the mask. Now that he took off the mask, the end of his eyes and even his lips are strangely red. son.

But Yan Huaiyin couldn't care less, he collapsed on the bed with no image, burning badly, he didn't care whether his upper body was covered with a quilt, after lying down, he didn't even want to move his fingertips.

From a distance, his upper body was buried by untied hair, only a small piece of his neck was slightly undulating, which proved that the person on the bed was still alive.

But this short rest was soon interrupted, and the servant knocked on the door outside: "Mr. Yan, Mr. Yan, His Royal Highness is here!"

That Huo Yunping said that he was twenty one, His Royal Highness Qi Zan, whose head was gnawed by a pig, only now began to invite Shao Fu.

"And there are more," said the young servant, who has never seen a live Crown Prince at this age, with a small heart full of fear, and his words trembled, "There are other nobles who have also given gifts to sir."

"Who are they all?" Yan Huaiyin propped up the body that had just lay down, put the mask on his face again, and sighed, "Talk slowly."

"Nanyang Marquis, Liu Xiang, the second prince and the third prince, uh..." the young man thought about it, and said, "There are still nine thousand years left."

"Nine thousand years old gave the boss a ginseng plant, sir!"

The author says:

Note: "When you come back, you can look back on everything in your life" comes from Gu Zhenguan's "Two Songs of Golden Hazel? One" in the Qing Dynasty