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Jing Yan sent someone to thoroughly search the Xianlin Palace from inside to outside. There were traces of fighting in front of the windows of the bedroom, and the underground passages had been entered by people and washed away by groundwater.Now Emperor Yuande has become a demented deaf-mute, useless at all, the palace is the world of Jing Yan, so there is no need to hide anything, just send the guards down to look for clues.

He stayed up all night, put everything else aside, and went to check several exits of the secret passage himself, not letting any one go, looking for any traces carefully.It's a pity that the palace changed yesterday, no matter how many clues there are, there is nothing left after the chaotic night, not to mention that the imperial dining room was deliberately burned clean by Chang Le, and nothing can be found.

On the other side, Jinfu was seriously injured and was still breathing. She was rescued by the imperial doctor and was in a hurry to speak as soon as she became conscious, roughly speaking out what she knew.There are several very secret institutions outside Xianlin Palace, but those people descended from the sky, none of the institutions were triggered, as if there was an internal agent who knew Xianlin Palace very well.

Jinfu's face was pale, she clenched her fists and coughed up blood, "There must be an internal response in the palace. The subordinates saw a man in black rushing directly into the bedroom. I don't know who it is..."

Standing in front of her bed, Jing Yan was still wearing the black robe from yesterday, with a string of blood-stained Buddhist beads in his right hand, and his wrist was dyed a dim red circle, which looked like some kind of shackles of sin.He turned slightly sideways, his phoenix eyes were half closed, and his gaze fell on Jinfu. His eyes were full of sternness and coldness, and he moved his fingertips. Sheng Hai at the side immediately knelt on the ground, and held up the pen and paper appropriately. Picking up a pen, he wrote, "It's Xiao Shishi, his body has been found."

He still couldn't speak, he couldn't make a sound, and he didn't even have the time to see an imperial physician seriously, only when he was walking, the imperial physician took a pulse, but he couldn't see why.He said to the outside world that he was assassinated on the way back to Xianlin Palace, his throat was temporarily damaged and he could not speak, and it will heal after a while.

But no one knows how long this time is.

Even Jing Yan himself didn't know, and he didn't care, he couldn't care less about it.His voice and throat are nothing, let alone unable to speak, even if his bones are broken now, he has to find Qiao Yu himself.

To him, there is nothing more precious than Qiao Yu in the world.

When Xiao Shishi's body was salvaged, Jing Yan knew that the traitor should be Xiao Shishi. In fact, he never expected it, or that Xiao Shishi had always been too loyal, loyal enough to deceive passed him.And among the other people, there were those who were unlucky and did not die. Jing Yan dragged him into a dark prison. The so-called loyal ministers were not as good as torture to extract a confession. That person told the truth.

It's Chen Sang.His thoughts had hit Qiao Yu long ago, but Jing Yan didn't let Jing Yan pay attention to it all the time, but kept refusing to let it go. Even though Xiao Shishi was bribed, he still endured until now.

Jinfu was taken aback, in fact, who should be inside now, and whose conspiracy has nothing to do with her.She had a heavy responsibility and failed to protect Qiao Yu. She should have apologized with death, but to wake up and say such a sentence is already the luck of atonement, and there should be no more extravagant expectations.

She looked up at Jing Yan, and saw him turn around and leave, struggling to get up, but without any strength, fell heavily to the ground, and rolled several times, even the wound was cracked, she gritted her teeth and straightened up, reluctantly knelt down Standing up, full of determination, "It's because the subordinates are incompetent, and the protection is weak. I just want to apologize with death."

Jing Yan still walked towards the outside of the house, and finally stopped at the threshold, but without even looking at Jinfu, he wrote a sentence with a pen, crumpled it into a ball of paper, and threw it behind.

It reads - "When Xiaoyu is found, it will not be too late to die."

Jinfu held the paper, and tears suddenly fell down, dripping on the front of her knees.When she was still awake, it seemed that she could vaguely hear that Mr. Qiao had disappeared from outside, and there was no one to be found, but she only thought that she was dreaming, so it was not true.It wasn't until he saw Jing Yan just now that he felt vaguely that if Qiao Yu was really gone, he probably wouldn't be able to wake up alive.

But in the final analysis, she was still useless and failed to protect Qiao Yu well.

Jing Yan walked to the study room, he was completely used to being unable to speak, and used paper and pen for everything, and he didn't feel any inconvenience.He leaned in front of the window, looked at the fallen leaves outside through the window lattice, and counted the prayer beads on his wrist one by one, which he picked up from the house himself, a total of [-] , and there is another one that I can't find no matter how hard I look for it, and I don't know where it rolled down, just like Qiao Yu who disappeared temporarily and disappeared without a trace.He had to think this way, and forcefully embedded the words on the Buddhist beads into his palm, so that he could force himself to think about these things calmly.He used to think that he would never have a day of panic, and he was just self-righteous.

He can roughly guess the whole story of this matter.Taking advantage of the change of the palace, Xiao Shishi led people to Xianlin Palace. He is Jing Yan's confidant, and he is very familiar with the organs of Xianlin Palace. Holding Jinfu outside, Xiao Shishi came in, he was scratched by New Year's Eve, and stabbed by Qiao Yu, but he couldn't be killed in the palace...

Jing Yan couldn't even think about that word, so he jumped over and continued to think.His Xiaoyu was very clever, so he seized the opportunity and entered the secret passage, and Xiao Shishi followed him, but now the secret passage was destroyed, Xiao Shishi was also dead, and Qiao Yu was nowhere to be seen.

With the name of Jing Xu and Feng Nannan's conspiracy yesterday, the entire palace was searched to the point of being three feet deep. As long as Qiao Yu is still in the palace, it is absolutely impossible not to find him.

Unless, unless Qiao Yu is no longer in the palace.

Jing Yan tightly closed his eyes, he frowned, wishing that Qiao Yu was taken away by Chen Sang's people.He knew Chen Sang's desires, what he wanted, and knew that he was not a fool, so at least he would treat his Xiaoyu well, heal his wounds, feed him and clothe him warmly, as long as he waited for him to save him.

As for the rest, he could think no more.

But no matter whether Qiao Yu was with Chen Sang or not, he wanted Chen Sang to die.

Jing Yan thought to himself that he was more determined to kill Emperor Yuande, Jing Xu, Feng Nannan and her family than he was seven years ago.

Not only the palace, but even the capital was completely sealed off, and people searched from house to house just to find Qiao Yu, but Changle Anping had already taken Qiao Yu, changed the carriage, and rushed all the way to a place almost a hundred miles away from the capital.Last night, I didn't dare to stay in the capital, so I took advantage of the confusion of the soldiers raiding the house and stole a carriage. I went out of the capital and found a small medical clinic. There was a benevolent old doctor sitting in the hall. To go back to my hometown, I couldn't stop to recuperate, so I prescribed enough medicine for the next two months, and gave them a set of medicine brewing utensils suitable for the bumpy road.

Qiao Yu's injury wasn't too serious, the most important thing was that he lost a lot of blood, and he was weak, so as long as he didn't get high fever halfway, it didn't matter.After that, if you cultivate well and take medicine on time, you will probably be fine in a few months.

Changle Anping thanked the old doctor a thousand times, didn't dare to stay for a moment, pulled the carriage and left.If there were only the two of them, it would be safe to leave the capital. It is impossible for people in the palace to go out of the capital to find two powerless eunuchs, but Qiao Yu is Concubine Feng's nephew and Jing Yan's companion , the two still have an unexplainable relationship, maybe they will be arrested along the way.The two of them took a huge risk before they made up their minds, no matter what, they would not abandon Qiao Yu.

Although they have fake guides, they dare not take the official road after all. They always choose small paths, which are very bumpy and uncomfortable.Qiao Yu was placed on the softest couch in the entire pony carriage, and her whole body was buried under the thick quilt, only her pale face was exposed, which was so white that it was almost transparent, and even the blue veins on her neck were clearly visible .The chin is very sharp, and it seems that it has lost a lot of weight overnight.Sometimes when the carriage bumped, he would also rise and fall, like a summer dandelion, which would float up when the wind blows.

Anping looked at him worriedly. Qiao Yu hadn't woken up. Probably because of his injury, he curled up into a ball in a distorted position. His uninjured hand was holding something tightly. Anping couldn't even wipe the blood for him. .Even in a coma, he still resisted being touched by others, as if it was his most precious treasure that no one could touch, and Anping couldn't do anything about it.He soaked the soup with gauze, stuffed it down Qiao Yu's throat, and then slowly squeezed the juice in. With this method, it took more than half an hour to finish the bowl of medicine.

Outside the window, the moon sinks and the sun rises, which is a change of scenery that Anping, who was sent to the palace since childhood, has never seen before.He poked his head out a little, took a breath of fresh air, and felt himself revived, with some hope.

Even the palace has escaped, what else can't be done?

Anping stretched out his hand to pat Chang Le who was driving the horse ahead, and asked him: "Brother, are you tired? Let me drive for you for a while."

Chang Le smiled silently, and glared at him, "Sit down honestly, don't fall and fall, you won't. Go and see Qiao Yu, and take good care of him, it will be a big help."

Anping retorted aggrievedly, after all, he didn't bother Changle anymore, and made him worry, so he shrank back.

He talked to Qiao Yu a lot, such as the interesting things in the past, the happiness in the present, and the bright future that is within reach.

But Qiao Yu was still asleep, and he didn't respond at all.

It was another night, and Qiao Yu's fever persisted.Anping saw the black cat that was still dying yesterday, holding on to Qiao Yu. After a day and a night, Anping slowly recovered by himself.It carefully moved to Qiao Yu's side, stretched out its soft tongue, licked Qiao Yu's only exposed cheek, and meowed a few more times.

Anping smiled, "Talk to him too, to be pitiful, he's soft-hearted, maybe he'll wake up immediately after hearing it."

Qiao Yu couldn't wake up, he was having a dream.

In the dream, he was still in Xianlin Palace, but he couldn't escape Xiao Shishi's assassination. The jade pendant split, the beads scattered, and the sword pierced his body. Watching the blood dripping down close for a long time, his body gradually lost its temperature, from soft to stiff, and finally turned into a cold corpse.

And he didn't seem to stay out of the matter, there was no sadness, no pain, and even his memory was almost gone. This was probably because he had become a soul, and everything in the world faded away at the moment of death.

He waited from the time when the moon was still in the sky until it landed on the treetops.

A man in black clothes came in. He was very handsome, his eyebrows were like distant mountains, and his eyes were full of stars, but his face was too cold and his steps were unsteady. He knelt down on the fragment of the jade pendant. of.

Qiao Yu couldn't feel the pain, so she frowned.

He watched the man gather up all the fragments, not even a little powder, and the blood-stained Buddhist beads, all piled up in his hands and held in his heart.

The man lowered his head, Qiao Yu couldn't see his expression clearly.

The blood on the topmost buddha bead suddenly faded. It turned out that tears fell on it, diluting the dried blood.

At that moment, the emotions and desires around him rushed into Qiao Yu's mind, and he was in so much pain that he felt it was even more difficult than the moment of death.

Qiao Yu couldn't stand it any longer, and wanted to rush over in a hurry, "Ah Ci, don't cry."