By decree and pro

The bright spring lights up the garden of the Prince's Palace, with clusters of purple and clusters of red, and the dancing of flowers and butterflies is full of childish laughter.

"Yan'er, come and catch me!" Wearing light yellow brocade clothes and a small golden crown on his head, Chunyu Aiqing, the five-year-old Crown Prince of the Great Yan Kingdom, was chasing and playing with his younger brother under the flowers and green trees.

"Brother Huang." Yan is four years old, and although he has short legs, he can run fast.

"His Royal Highness, Second Highness, be careful of stumbling." The eunuch and maid followed by, reminding from time to time.

"Get out of the way, all of you." Yan was impatient, as soon as he saw Brother Huang's little golden crown, the eunuch blocked his view.

"Second Highness, run slowly."

Yan ignored them and went after Aiqing.Aiqing couldn't hide, so she climbed up the rockery and squatted behind a Taihu stone.

Yan saw Huangxiong's light-yellow clothes through the hole in the Taihu Stone, so he suppressed a smile and quietly went over to scare him.

"Brother Huang!" Yan Yi patted Aiqing on the shoulder.

"Wow!" Aiqing was so frightened that her whole body trembled, her feet slipped and she fell.

Yan hurriedly stretched out his hand, but how could he hold it, Aiqing closed her eyes and fell down the rockery, a black shadow rushed over very quickly, holding the prince firmly in her arms.

"—Ruirui!" Aiqing opened her eyes and exclaimed in surprise.

"His Royal Highness," Jing Tingrui, the 14-year-old prince's guard, hugged Aiqing and said, "You are not a cat, you don't have nine lives, what are you doing climbing so high?"

"He's the crown prince, he can do whatever he wants." Yan somehow hated this guard, whenever he came, his brother would always see "Ruirui" in his eyes.

"Second Highness, come down too." Jing Tingrui raised his head and advised, "This is very dangerous."

"Hmph." Yan Bei turned around, and the eunuchs and maids were also very frightened.

That night, Aiqing developed a low-grade fever accompanied by a cough. The emperor rushed to the imperial physician and asked why this happened?The eunuch was afraid of taking responsibility, so he said that the prince's illness was caused by the naughtiness of the Second Highness.

The emperor was furious when he heard this, and punished him for copying "No more fun" a hundred times, and closed his doors to think about his mistakes.

Yan was writing in his dormitory while worrying about his elder brother's condition.

In the middle of the night, Brother Huang unexpectedly sneaked in, bringing his "Ruirui" with him.

"I heard that the father punished you. It's your fault." Aiqing was full of grievances, as if he was being punished, "Brother, don't be afraid,

Brother Huang has already copied half of it for you..."

As he said that, Jing Tingrui took out the "Never play anymore" written by Aiqing.

"Your Highness is ill, and when I heard that you were being punished, I got up and wrote it." Jing Tingrui's face was full of helplessness.

"Brother..."

"Brother..." Aiqing looked at her younger brother, her eyes turned red.

"Brother Huang, don't cry!" Yan was most afraid of him crying, because it would hurt a lot.

"Well, I won't cry." Aiqing sucked her nose and held her younger brother's hand, "Brother, don't be angry with your father."

"I didn't." Yan touched his brother's warm face, "Brother Huang, I'm fine, and I'm not angry with my father."

In the end Aiqing slept in Yan's palace, the emperor knew about it but didn't blame Yan anymore.

The two brothers have the same blessings and difficulties, but in fact the "blessings" are shared, and this "difficulty" is often borne by Aiqing.

Because the father is reluctant to punish Aiqing, no matter how naughty he is, he will forgive him.

So Aiqing would "top the bag" for Yan, like Yan was playing with the inkstone on his father's imperial case, accidentally dropped it on the ground, and broke it.

The father was angry, and Aiqing said that he was not sure, and it had nothing to do with the younger brother, so the father had no choice but to give up.

Yan knew from a young age that his father favored the "Prince", but he was not jealous because he also favored his elder brother, and he was closer to his elder brother than the solemn father.

It wasn't until later that Yan knew that his father favored his elder brother, not only because he was the crown prince, but also because of a fault.

When Huang Xiong was still a baby, their father was plotted against by someone, and his father was negligent. Not only did father go to jail, but Huang Xie was poisoned.Afterwards, he was rescued by Beidou genius doctor, and he just survived.

It was also because of this that Brother Huang's health was so poor that he fell ill twice in three days.

After Yan learned of this incident, he hated his father for a while, thinking that he was the king of a country, but he didn't know why.Of course, under the repeated explanations of the emperor's brother, the harmony between father and son remained the same...

"Brother... Brother Emperor..."

Yan really wanted to see Aiqing, even if it was just for a glance, no matter what happened in the past, as long as his brother was around, he would have no worries.

"Yan? Chunyu Yan? Wake up." Someone was slapping Yan's cheek. At first Yan thought it was Brother Huang, but soon realized it wasn't him.

Brother Huang would not slap him so rudely.

"Stop hitting..." Yan stretched out his hand to hold Ilya's hand, "It will hurt."

"Oh my God! You finally woke up!" Ilya was about to cry.

"My head...is so dizzy." Yan rubbed his temples, his voice hoarse, "What's wrong with me?"

"You were bitten by fire aphid ants, and you have been running a high fever, and you are confused." Ilya picked up the sheepskin water bag and said, "Come on, drink saliva to moisten your throat."

Yan leaned against the wall and slowly sat up, took the water bag, and seeing that the messy pothole remained the same as before, he couldn't help sighing: "You should let me continue to burn."

"You haven't talked enough nonsense. For a while, the father is the emperor, and the emperor is the brother. Is it possible that I dreamed that I was the prince?" Ilya shook her head with a smile, "You are really confused."

Yan lowered his head and said softly: "I... am the prince."

"What?" Ilya's eyes widened, "The prince of Dayan Kingdom?"

"Yeah." Yan suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly, and said to Ilya, "But I'm not some great prince."

"I know, the Emperor Dayan's harem is huge, and the prince and princess ran all over the place with hugs left and right." Ilya suddenly realized, "It's just like Xiliang, where a stone can fall off the wall. Hit a prince."

"Is Xiliang so exaggerated?" Yan Du was laughed at by Ilya.

"No, but it's not far from it." Ilya said as if remembering something, "However, His Majesty has no children yet, which is very different from the previous emperor."

Yan suddenly remembered what Usman said about making him give birth to his child, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

"Does the wound hurt?" Ilya asked quickly.

"Well, it hurts." Yan's back of his hand was in constant pain, which made him even more restless.

"Such a small ant is so powerful." Yan frowned.

The back of his hand was red and swollen, like a red steamed bun, and the pus and blood inside made the skin translucent.

However, the wound was also covered with a layer of light yellow medicinal herb juice, which smelled very strong, similar to musk.

"That's not an ordinary poisonous bug. I'm really afraid that you won't be able to get up once you fall asleep," Ilya said, "Let me get you something to eat."

"Ilya, where did this medicine come from? You won't..." The herbal smell is so strong that Yan has never smelled it before, which means that the medicine was brought from outside.

"No." Ilya hurriedly denied, then pointed to the sky and said, "I have raised an eagle."

"eagle?"

"It's not an ordinary eagle, it's a snow eagle from the snowy mountains in the sanctuary." Ilya was full of pride.

"Where did you hide it?" Yan looked up at the sky, but didn't see the eagle.

"Of course it's outside, wait a minute." Ilya took out an inch-long white bone whistle from his belt, and blew hard at the hole on it.

Yan didn't hear anything, and when he was about to ask what was going on, he heard an eagle chirping. A huge, snow-white eagle flew across the sky like an arrow from the string, attracting the wailing of other condemned prisoners.

They seemed very excited to see it, but the eagle turned and flew away.

"This eagle is really big." Yan was surprised, and sighed, "It's at least half bigger than Dayan's falcon."

Yan thought of the white wolf raised by Usman. Why are the wolves and eagles in Xiliang so big?

"Is it big?" Ilya scratched his chin, "It's not even an adult yet."

"What?!" Yan's eyes widened. It is roughly estimated that the wings of the white eagle are half a foot long, which is bigger than the prison they are squatting in.

"It's called Xiaoxue, and I trained it to help gather jute branches and precious medicinal herbs from the snow-capped mountains in the sanctuary." Ilya said with a smile, "It's the one that sent you the cleansing, poisoning, and medicine you painted on your hands."

"Thank you, and Xiaoxue." Yan felt that he owed Ilya more than enough.

"You're welcome, Xiaoxue is too conspicuous, so I can't call it often." Ilya said, "It will be shot by the guards."

"Ah."

"I'm going to clean it up. You should drink more water. The ant poison can be excreted through urine." Ilya walked aside, and he could see that he used two flat boulders as medicine grinders.

There were still some medicinal herbs left on the stone, and Ilya was gathering them into a broken porcelain bowl, and covering them carefully with a cloth.

After Yan drank some water, he sat cross-legged and began to adjust his breath. What made him depressed was that the internal energy that had been absorbed by the "Butterfly Drunk" still showed no signs of recovery.

This somewhat made Yan feel irritated and uncomfortable all over, especially the back of his hand, as if he had been severely whipped, and then sprinkled a handful of chili oil into the wound.

It was painful and hot, and the whole body was about to burn.

Yan took out the wooden dagger from his bosom, gestured to the back of his right hand, and stabbed it in quickly and mercilessly.

A layer of cold sweat suddenly appeared on Yan's forehead, he didn't make a sound, and drew a "ten" on the back of his hand, releasing all the pus and blood inside.

"My God!" Ilya turned her head, just in time to see that Yan was torturing the back of her right hand.

"It's okay." Yan squeezed out a smile, "It will be fine soon after the pus and blood are released."

"I know, I didn't cut it open for you because I wanted it to drain the toxins slowly. Although you heal quickly like this, you may leave scars. Hey, you are so cruel to yourself, and you even scratched it twice! Are you not afraid of aggravating the injury and dying?"

"If I die because of this, it will be my life." Yan said, pouring water on the back of his hand to wash away the blood.

"You..." Ilya looked at Yan, "I can't understand more and more."

"What's wrong with me?" Yan bandaged the wound with a cloth strip.

"You are suffering here desperately, which makes me feel that you cherish your life and don't want to die. But you will suddenly do something wrong again and don't cherish yourself at all." Ilya said with emotion, "Don't you think this is contradictory?"

"It's because you think too much." Yan smiled slightly at Ilya, "I'm just..."

"How?" Elijah asked closer.

"Ah, I forgot to apply the medicine." Yan said, unwrapping the cloth again.

"I'll bring it to you." Ilya carefully held the crushed medicinal herb in her hands, and gently applied it to the inflamed wound.

"Tsk, it still hurts."

"I thought you didn't feel it."

"Hehe, why don't you feel it?" Yan smiled, and Ilya helped him to bandage it up again.

"I'm hungry." Yan said again, and his stomach growled in response to the occasion.

Ilya brought camel jerky: "Fortunately, you brought a lot last time, enough for us to eat for a few days."

Yan and Ilya chewed the jerky that smelled of coarse salt, Yan said: "No matter what, it can be regarded as a disaster."

"That's not true." Ilya stared at Yan, "Speaking of which, I have never been a cellmate with a prince."

"Didn't you just say that it's not unusual to have more princes?"

"Even if there are as many princes as there are stars in the sky, they are still princes." Ilya nodded at Yan and said, "Prince Dayan, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Well, nice to meet you." Yan looked at Ilya, and responded solemnly.

"Haha..." At the same time, both Yan and Ilya laughed, laughing while eating, inexplicably happy.

"Yan, do you know?" Ilya said happily, "I didn't expect to make friends here."

"Me too." Yan nodded and said with emotion, "This death row tower is probably the most tortured prison in the world."

"No, Yan, this is not the most tormenting place." Ilya said, "At least we can still see the blue sky above our heads, and we can still have a chance to get amnesty."

"Why, is there a more terrifying prison in Xiliang?"

"Have."

"where?"

"It's right under your and my feet, two thousand feet above the ground."

"What?" Two thousand feet above the ground, you must have reached the eighteenth floor of hell!

"It doesn't see the light of day, it's a real dungeon. People who are locked in will not be able to get out in this life, or in the next life." Ilya somehow lowered his voice, "It's guarded layer by layer by guards, which is worse than here Much stricter."

"What kind of prisoner is he being imprisoned like this?" Yan was extremely surprised.