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"Ah!"

Yan Jing raised his hands to cover his face, and couldn't help turning his head to look at the doors and windows. They were all closed tightly, but he still seemed to feel the cold wind blowing from nowhere. Sneezed several times.

"Your Highness," Yin Ping came over with a cloak and put it on his shoulders, "You have already sneezed several times, don't catch the wind and cold, the villain will take the token and invite an imperial doctor to come back and look at it for you ?”

This time returning to the capital was different from the last time, even Yan Jing himself didn't know how long he would stay, so he brought Yinping back to the capital when he set off.Now living in this former palace, there are reliable people to take care of food and daily life, which makes Yan Jing feel a lot more comfortable.

Yan Jing raised her hand to gather the cloak, then looked down at the paper spread out in front of her, and couldn't help shaking her head.The sneeze just now made the hand holding the pen tremble slightly, and the strokes that fell on the paper were also affected, and the whole word lost its charm.Yan Jing stared at the word for a while, and finally lifted the paper and threw it aside. Yinping immediately laid out a new paper knowingly, and then continued to study ink on the side.

In Yinping's eyes, the life back in the capital this time is not much different from that in Yunzhou some time ago. His highness still stayed in the mansion most of the time, either reading military books, or practicing calligraphy with a pen. , or just holding a few letters that I don’t know how many times to read endlessly. After getting used to it, Yinping has begun to feel that His Highness’s nature is just like this. He completely forgot that before going to the Northwest, his family never Will live such a simple to somewhat boring life.

However, Yan Jing didn’t even leave the door at all. Although the weather in the capital is already very cold, he still insists on practicing martial arts in the yard every day, and goes to the stables to feed the horses from time to time, and takes them to gallop outside the city. Of course, he would often enter the palace to pay his respects to his father who was still on the sick bed. By the way, when he "accidentally" met Empress Cui, he seemed to inadvertently ask if there was any news from the Northwest recently.

Even if it's just a sentence, even if it's just mentioning that person's name.

Yan Jing dipped his pen into the ink, and his eyes stayed on the piece of paper just now for a while before slowly writing.Yin Ping glanced at the paper, and there was another word he had never seen before. He watched Yan Jing finish writing that sentence calmly, and he saw two very familiar words in it:

"Jue came to the west to look at Cui Wei, and there was a green maple above and a brook below."

During this period of time, I don’t know whether it’s to pass the time or because of interest, Yan Jing has practiced calligraphy for a while almost every day. He has always practiced calligraphy casually, and he doesn’t stick to anything. What to write, most of what I write these days are excerpts of some poems, some of which Yinping has heard before, and some of which I have never heard of, but no matter which one they are, they all have one thing in common, that is, in that sentence there must be There are two characters "Cui Wei".

And these two characters happened to be the taboo name of the Marquis of Xuan Ping.

If it hadn't been for practicing calligraphy with Yan Jing every day during this period of time, Yin Ping would never have thought that there would be so many poems with the name of the young master. , Is it because His Highness is familiar with poetry and books, and has mastered these poems, or at some point, he made a special trip to read these poems.

But he didn't dare to ask, so he could only guess secretly.

In Yinping's eyes, this sentence was already written very well, but Yan Jing stared at it for a while after writing, but was still dissatisfied. He sighed lowly, and threw the pen on the desk casually: " Forget it, let’s stop writing today, I’m not in the mood anymore.”

He couldn't help but think about that person all the time in his mind, so he simply took up the pen and wrote it out, but seeing those two words falling on the paper, he felt even more uncomfortable in his heart.

He never knew before that it took so long to march and fight, and he never knew before that he would want to see someone so much.

Yan Jing got up from the desk and went straight to the window. No matter whether it was cold or windy outside, she pushed the window open, looked at the sun hanging high in the sky, and asked casually, "What time is it?"

Yin Ping tidied up the desk and replied, "It's just past noon, does Your Highness want to eat?"

Yan Jing shook her head lightly: "Forget it, I'm going out for a stroll, and I'll use it when I come back."

Yin Ping knew where his highness was going without asking, and during this period of time he spent more time with the two steeds in the stable that came all the way from the northwest than when he entered the palace.Ever since he found out who gave those two horses, Yin Ping was no longer curious about why his highness suddenly liked riding horses.

Persuasion is not persuasive, so Yinping just said: "It's cold outside, Your Highness should change into a cotton robe first."

After changing into cotton robes, fastening the cloak again, and putting on the hood, Yan Jing went out of the room and went around to the backyard to the stables. The two fine horses that Cui Wei gave him were tethered inside, burying their heads in eating hay.

Yan Jing stood in front of the stables for a while, looked up at the sky above his head, although the sun was still shining brightly, but it couldn't cover up the bone-chilling chill. He had stayed in the capital for more than [-] years, and it was the first time he felt that the winter in the capital was so the bleak.He couldn't wait to return to Yunzhou as soon as possible. He only lived there for more than half a year, but he felt more comfortable and at ease. More importantly, when the man came back with a big victory, he could be with him sooner. meet.

It is also possible to speak out the words that have been hidden in my heart earlier.

"Your Highness," footsteps came hurriedly, Yan Jing turned to look at Yinping who was getting closer, "What's the matter?"

"A letter from the palace, calling you into the palace, like His Majesty's body..." Yin Ping lowered his voice and whispered back.

During Yan Jing's return to the capital, Yan Cheng's condition was fairly stable. He fell asleep regularly every day, and the time he woke up gradually increased, and he was even able to approve some important memorials.But that's all. During this period of time, Yan Jing has entered the palace quite a few times, and he has heard a lot of responses from the imperial doctor. He already understands in his heart that it is not easy for Yan Cheng's body to be able to maintain the current state. Healing, I'm afraid it's wishful thinking.

A letter at this time, maybe the current situation can no longer be maintained.

Yan Jing reached out and patted the heads of the two horses lightly, and then said: "Get the car ready."

The carriage staggered all the way to the imperial city. Yan Jing was sitting in the car, a little absent-minded. He held a sleeve stove in his hand and tapped it casually with his fingers. Hearing the sound of the wheels rolling, he estimated the place he was passing at the moment.Seeing that there was still a distance from the imperial city, the carriage stopped suddenly. Yan Jing frowned slightly, opened the curtain and looked at it, and found that his calculation was correct. The carriage did stop suddenly, and he couldn't help asking: " Why stop?"

"Your Highness, there is a group of people escorting a carriage out of the imperial city. We can't pass through it, so we can only avoid it."

"Huh?" Yan Jing stretched out most of her body and looked towards the carriage pointed by the guards. The carriage was huge and looked quite luxurious. At first glance, it belonged to a nobleman. Yan Jing speculated while deflecting her gaze. The group of people who escorted the carriage recognized a young figure at a glance, and before Yan Jing retracted into the carriage, the man also recognized him, and drove forward, slightly nodding towards Yan Jing : "I have seen the emperor."

The person was already in front of him, and it was inappropriate to pretend not to see it anymore. Yan Jing emerged from the carriage, nodded, and said lightly, "I didn't expect to see my second brother here."

Yan Cong raised his lips slightly: "I have heard that Brother Huang has returned to the capital, but he has not visited. I am rude."

"Second brother, you are not welcome. After all, you are not like me. You have a lot of work in this capital, especially recently, the father is not in good health. I heard that the second brother has shared many trivial matters for the father. It is okay to be busy. Forgive me." Yan Jing twitched the corners of her lips, "I can't share my father's worries as a brother, and it's too ignorant to argue with my second brother over such a trivial matter."

"Brother Huang can forgive me, so I feel relieved." Yan Cong smiled, and his eyes fell on Yan Jing's carriage, "Brother Huang is going to enter the palace?"

"Yes." Yan Jing also looked at the carriage not far behind Yan Cong, he had vaguely guessed the person in the carriage from the exterior of the carriage, but still asked, "Where is Second Brother going? Who is in the carriage, and you need to personally escort him?"

"It's my concubine mother," Yan Cong said, "the emperor's father has been in poor health, and the concubine mother is extremely worried. Although she burns incense and prays in the bedroom every day, there is nothing she can do. Go to the Temple of Mercy and pray for your father."

Ci'en Temple is a royal temple, and it is never open to the public. The nobles in the palace will go to fast and pray for blessings on New Year's Day. Although it is not a New Year's day right now, it is reasonable to pray for Yan Chengling's sick bed.

Yan Jing got off the carriage and bowed towards Concubine Zheng's carriage, "I don't know if it's the carriage of the imperial concubine, but I offended you."

Concubine Zheng's voice came out softly: "So it's His Royal Highness King Rui. Cong Er, don't tell them to make way, so don't delay your brother's entry into the palace." Speaking of this, she complained helplessly, " I thought I would go to the Temple of Mercy quietly by myself, but Cong'er was worried and decided to see her off in person, and there was such a big fight, which affected His Highness's entry into the palace."

"You don't have to be like this for your concubine. Although Ci'en Temple is a royal temple, after all, it's outside the imperial city. It's always right to be cautious. The second brother is also concerned about your mother's safety. It's extremely benevolent and filial to personally escort her on a horse in such a cold day." .”

Yan Cong glanced at Yan Jing in surprise, as if he didn't quite believe that such words came from him, but Concubine Zheng was much calmer, and a voice came from inside the carriage: "His Royal Highness King Rui praised you. Cong'er, we should go."

Yan Cong responded when he heard the words, and while ordering the chariots and horses to leave, he said to Yan Jing: "Brother Emperor, then I will take my leave today, and I will visit the mansion when I have free time."

Yan Jing smiled: "Then the king will wait for the second brother." After saying that, he raised his chin towards the guards, "Let's go too." After speaking, he sat back in the carriage and put down the curtain .