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

While Jiang Lian was listening to these words, Lian Qing was standing by the bed in the room at the post station, lowering his head and reporting to Yan Huaiyin the news he had inquired these days.

In the past eight years, [-]% of the information lines of their Heyu Army in Chaohua City have been abandoned, and he can only carefully select a few sporadic ones that can be used from that [-]%.

"Master," Lian Qing said, "After some inquiries, Gu Huanshan is a native of Chaohua City. Eight years ago, he was indeed exiled outside Chaohua City for a period of time, and finally returned to Chaohua City."

"But then went to the southern border and came back last year."

Yan Huaiyin leaned against the bed, was silent for a while, and asked, "Where's Jiang Lian?"

Lian Qing lowered his head and replied: "Jiang Lian entered the palace at the age of nine, and did not leave Chaohua City eight years ago."

After Jiang Lian entered the palace at the age of nine, he never left the palace.

Yan Huaiyin stretched out his hand and rubbed his forehead, recalled it in his mind, and said, "How old is Jiang Lian?"

Lian Qing replied: "20 years old."

20 years old, the year of crowning.

Then he is the palace gate that entered in the old dynasty.

Yan Huaiyin had never seen such a little eunuch in his memory.

But he laughed immediately, he was so busy at that time, naturally it was impossible to know every little eunuch in the palace.

"Gu Huanshan?" Yan Huaiyin was in a daze, but he passed the name on his lips and tongue, "It's true that time changes people."

Lian lowered his head slightly, silently listening to the emotion of the person on the bed.

But Yan Huaiyin only said this.

"I'll sleep for a while," he tilted his head slightly, his dark hair falling down his neck.He was not wearing a mask at this time, and he could clearly see that his eyes were slightly black and blue, and he looked extremely tired.

"You stay on guard." His voice seemed to be tired, but his words were not soft. "If the people from Jin Yiwei dare to come, they will be killed directly. Can it be done?"

Since he came back, but during the time he was writing the memorial, there have been two waves of Jin Yiwei who have quietly entered the station.

I don't know whether to test or kill.

Jin Yiwei belonged to Jiang Lian, Yan Huaiyin's head was in heavy pain, what Jiang Lian was thinking, he could only think about it after he woke up.

Lian Qing stood up straight, with a bit of pride on his face: "Master, don't worry, but I can deal with a few Jinyiwei."

Back then, their Heyu Army was fought by Manchao Huacheng chasing Jinyiwei.

Yan Huaiyin just laughed.

The station was drowsy, and in the palace, the memorial that had been read by the cabinet and Jiang Lian was finally handed over to Emperor Chengde.

Chang Ning read the memorial to him beside him, and Emperor Chengde propped his head up, listening while looking at the Marquis of Nanyang who was kneeling on the ground crying with his nose and tears.

After the memorial was finished, Nanyang Hou also cried to a climax, and the teary-eyed old man almost fainted from crying.

"Don't cry, don't cry," Emperor Chengde said impatiently from his howling headache, "There's only one person who died after making trouble, so what's there to cry about?!"

Nanyang Hou immediately withdrew his crying, choked up with aggrieved voice: "Your Majesty, I am wronged!"

"Your Majesty has dedicated himself to Daqi. Recently, there has been a problem with the Haiyan Tower that His Majesty is going to build. I am busy discussing with the officials of the Ministry of Rites. How could such a thing be done!"

Emperor Chengde immediately straightened his body: "Haiyan Tower, what happened to my Haiyan Tower?"

His [-]-storey Haiyan Tower, he Qinghaiyan's country.

The Marquis of Nanyang wiped away his tears: "The pearls from the South Sea that His Majesty asked to make the curtains are hard to find. The lords of the Ministry of Rites searched for a few months before they found a small box. It just so happens that I have an old friend in the South China Sea who is doing some pearl business. These days are busy with His Majesty's South Sea Pearl."

When Emperor Chengde heard that it was just a small curtain problem, he leaned back slowly.

He sighed slowly, and said without emotion: "Then Aiqing, please pay attention to your body."

The Marquis of Nanyang was about to burst into tears of gratitude: "Thank you for your concern, even if I risk my life, if I can find the best South Sea pearls for your majesty, I will die without regret!"

Hearing what he said, Emperor Chengde felt relieved from being howled and bored. He waved his hand like chasing away flies: "Aiqing, go back first, I will consider this matter later."

The things that Emperor Chengde considered did not come to fruition.

But this is already the best result Nanyanghou wants to achieve.

He stopped crying, got up neatly from the ground, thanked the Holy Grace with a lot of voices, and retreated tearfully.

The moment he left the gate of Cang Ning Palace, Nanyang Hou's face was already gloomy before his tears dried up.

He gritted his teeth and hurriedly walked outside the palace gate.

In the Cangning Hall, Emperor Chengde saw off Nanyang Hou, and went to grab the memorial in his hand to read.

After looking at it like this for a few times, he suddenly said, "Chang Ning, do you think what Yan Huaiyin said in this memorial is true?"

Chang Ning shook Fuchen's wrist, and then bent down: "Your Majesty is wise, and naturally has made up his mind. The slave is dull, so he recognizes what His Majesty believes, and I hope His Majesty will give you advice."

Emperor Chengde didn't speak, and suddenly pushed the memorial to the case, muttering: "Stupid pig, you can't even kill someone."

He patted the table: "Where is Yan Huaiyin, tell him to roll over and see me."

Seeing that it was impossible to see him, Doctor Li walked in tremblingly, went in to meet the salute, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, Mr. Yan was shocked, and cold air entered his body. His body is not good at all, I'm afraid It’s because I can’t get out of bed these days.”

He was called by Yan Huaiyin to feel his pulse more than an hour ago, and he watched someone write a memorial, and he had to write a few strokes, so he stopped to catch his breath.

If Emperor Chengde insisted on asking people to enter the palace at this time, he might be able to take care of what Nanyang Hou failed to do.

Fortunately, Emperor Chengde was still thinking about the military power in Zhao Huan's hands, and said after a while: "Why is he so weak?"

Doctor Li lowered his head deeply and said: "Master Yan was born before the full term, her bones should have been weak since she was a child."

What's more... Li Yuyi thought of the swollen finger marks on Yan Huaiyin's neck.

Just a little bit ho.

Hearing this, Chang Ning looked up at him.

"Get out, get out," Emperor Chengde said worryingly, supporting his head, "There is nothing in the world that pleases me."

He said irritably, "Look carefully, just don't let people die."

Doctor Li said yes.

-

In the station room, Yan Huaiyin suddenly opened his eyes.

His whole body was trembling, his teeth were clenched slightly, as if he had lost his soul.

It took a long time before he regained his consciousness, let go of his tense body, and fell back into the quilt.

It was as if he had been pushed into the mud with his neck held down for a while, and he was dragged out with his head pulled out when he was near death, and he couldn't even control his own breathing.

In recent years, he has been haunted by nightmares almost every day, and he has become used to suffering from it.Yan Huaiyin slowly let go of the hand tightly gripping the quilt, thinking casually, it must be because he saw an old friend and killed someone again in the past two days, and today's nightmare is particularly violent.

He dreamed that after he met Xiao Rubi, Xiao Rubi died in Weixi Palace.

Under the white snow all over the sky, she had her long hair hanging loose, and she walked barefoot in the Weixi Palace. She wore a snow-white mourning dress, and thin blood flowed from the empty eye sockets, dripping a winding blood path in the snow.

Yan Huaiyin watched her approaching him, and as she approached, her face slowly began to distort and change, and finally it was frozen into Yan Wanqing's appearance.

He wasn't around when his mother died.

But Yan Huaiyin seemed to know how she died, he saw Yan Wanqing slowly raised her wrist, tightly holding a few gold nuggets in her hand.

She seemed to want to plant a gold nugget in her palm, her fingertips turned white, and her finger bones were trembling.

But she still slowly put the gold nugget into her mouth.

Swallow gold and die.

In the end, Yan Wanqing's face suddenly began to spread out, countless faces hung between the sky and the earth, with their mouths wide open, revealing dark mouths, staring at him resentfully, as if they were about to pour out countless curses, and seemed to want to tear them apart Eat his flesh and blood.

It was the Heyu Army who died in Chaotianjian.

Yan Huaiyin also saw herself.

Standing there with no expression on his face, as if he knew they were all going to die, so he was too cold to stop them.

Yan Huaiyin propped himself up, half leaned on the bedpost, looked down at his trembling fingertips, his eyes were disgusted, and the words he uttered were cold and filled with hatred: "How cheap, why don't you dream that you are going to die."

But the disgust, which was so thick that it could not be resolved, only appeared for a moment, and then Yan Huaiyin hugged it back, and when he raised his head again, he became the smiling Mr. Yan again.

But he broke out in a cold sweat because of the nightmare, even though he only slept for an hour, he burned up in the middle of the night.

When Lian Qing realized that something was wrong with him, Yan Huaiyin's already burned eyelids turned red.

The low-quality medicinal materials hanged himself for eight years. After he set up a hook with himself in order to drag Nanyang Hou into the water, he finally got the reward from his body.

He had calculated everything, but he didn't expect his body to be so useless.

Yan Huaiyin supported his head, put on the mask with what little consciousness he had left, and softly said to Lian in a hoarse voice: "Find me any doctor in the city, and let the fever subside first."

How could Lian Qing just find a doctor at random? It's not like this happened to Yan Huaiyin in the past. At that time, Huo Yunping disturbed half of Chaohua City, and galloped into the residence of most of the imperial doctors in the Imperial Hospital late at night.

Headed by the court envoy, they were carried by him to Yan Huaiyin's bedside like a string of children.

Xu Guangnian, the envoy of the imperial hospital today, was just a judge of the left court back then, and he couldn't even get Yan Huaiyin's veins easily, but now he has become a person who can't be hired.

Even Li Yuyi, who was sent by Emperor Chengde, can't enter the palace now, and he doesn't know where the imperial doctor lives, so he can't be summoned.

Yan Huaiyin had gradually fainted. Even though he was unconscious, he didn't make any big noises of hitting the bed with a bang, his back was still straight, and he just supported his head with his hands, nodding his head once and for all, slowly fell down.

Even the pain is silent.

Lian gritted his teeth lightly and rushed into the yard from the house, anxiously wishing to learn how flies circle around, but in the end he couldn't, the Heyu Army soldiers who had roamed Chaohua City in the past, finally resigned to their fate, thinking of grabbing a random doctor first .

It was at this time that Jin Yiwei broke into the post station.

Lian lightly grabbed Jin Yiwei as if grabbing a life-saving straw. Before the Jin Yiwei who broke in could react, he grabbed his head and pinned him to the ground.

Lian Qing's voice was cold: "Take me to the Fusi Yamen in Jinyiwei Town, and ask the imperial doctor stationed inside to come out. If you dare to say a word, I will pull out your tongue first, and then chop up a little bit of your life." , and finally gouged out the eyes, wrapped them into meat buns, found your relatives, and forced them to eat it themselves."

Jin Yiwei trembled from the ferocity of his words.

He just put on this flying fish suit this month. He wanted to do a good job in the next year to honor Zong Yaozu, but he didn't expect that after the first order, he ran into the Crane Feather Army forged by Yan Huaiyin himself.

If one said the wrong thing, he could only turn into a meat bun to glorify his ancestors.

He was frightened, panicked, and blurted out: "Doctor Zhang is not here today."

The hand holding him tightened immediately.

Jin Yiwei was choked out and groaned, and a sentence was squeezed out of his throat: "But I can take you to see Jiuqian."

The author says:

Happy Labor Day, everyone!In this chapter, the top ten Baozis in the comments each receive a small red envelope. I wish you not only May Day, but also happy every day hehe——

感谢在2022-04-2009:45:31-2022-04-2122:13:06期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 30 bottles of Nanhongzi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!