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I just know that this dream is very cold, like the early morning in the severe winter, when everything is still and the whole world is covered by pure white snow.He dreamed of severe cold in midsummer, and he shivered in the scorching air.

Xun chased close to Yan Zhaohe without any trace, and when Yan Zhaohe blew out the candle, he immediately bounced away like a frightened little beast. Fortunately, Yan Zhaohe didn't feel any movement from Xunzhui's side, or maybe the little emperor was afraid of being caught. The embarrassment of poking the heart.

"Yingge Xiaozhu dug up several of them, their faces were damaged and the source cannot be found." Yan Zhaohe suddenly said, "The dead may not be the only ones buried in the backyard, but the old bustard didn't catch you. Have you seen the old bustard when you were caught in Xiaozhu?" ?”

Yan Zhaohe's warm hands were placed on Xun Zhui's shoulders, both as comforting and as if some kind of secret intimacy, Xun Zhui dared not move, even though his hot back was faintly sweating.

He couldn't write, and felt that Yan Zhaohe probably couldn't see him shaking his head in the dark, and buried his face in the pillow and said sullenly, "No."

"The old bustard is called Chu Niang, and no one knows her full name." Yan Zhaohe said again, "The girls in Yingge Xiaozhu are all brought back from the black market of human trafficking and taught by her. , Chu Yang should be able to find some clues when he goes to the gentlemen who teach these girls."

Xun Zhui tapped Yan Zhaohe's little finger with his fingertips, and Yan Zhaohe rubbed his shoulder reassuringly: "Do you know the girl there?"

Xun Zhui tapped Yan Zhaohe's index finger again.

"what is it call?"

"Coudan."

For some reason, when mentioning Kou Danxunzhui, he remembered the scene where he saw a servant see a guest through the crack of the door.

"His cuffs have... lace, green." Xun Zhui tried hard to recall.

"What green?" Yan Zhaohe asked gently.

"Cuffs." Xun Zhui said.

"Do you remember who it is?"

Xun Zhui shut up and stopped talking, I have run out of talking quota today,

Yan Zhaohe didn't want an answer right away, the little emperor was very obedient today, he answered everything he asked, and he obediently didn't run around.Yan Zhao and Wen Sheng: "Follow me closely tomorrow, no one will know that you are going to Lingshu Temple with me, try to keep a low profile and don't cause trouble, and don't let others recognize you."

The carriage of Prince Zhao's Mansion must not be ostentatiously on the road, Yan Zhaohe found another carriage and parked it at the alley not far from Prince Zhao's Mansion.Only a little maid and two servants followed.Xun Zhui couldn't wake up early in the morning, Yan Zhaohe fished him out of the quilt, Xun Zhui didn't even open his eyes.

Yan Zhaohe: "Your Majesty, we are leaving."

Xun Zhui raised his arms, stretched his legs, and leaned his head in the crook of Yan Zhaohe's arms without moving a bit.

"Put on your clothes, and I'll carry you out." Yan Zhaohe sighed.

"Woo..." With his messy hair, Xun Zhui made a strange sound that was a mixture of sobbing and acting coquettishly. He was limp and had no strength at all, and he manipulated his arms and legs at will.

Last night, before going to bed, I said I would not stay in bed, Yan Zhaohe repeatedly emphasized it several times, but Xun Zhui was still like this the next morning, you wake me up, you want my life, even if you want my life, I won’t get up.The little emperor has a way of lying in bed and acting like a baby, but his brain hasn't improved in the slightest.

"Lie down." Yan Zhaohe put the little emperor back into the messy quilt pile, "Apply the medicine first."

Maybe it's time for the little emperor to wake up after taking good medicine, Yan Zhaohe thought so.

In fact, after taking the medicine, the little emperor fell unconscious again.

When King Zhao picked up the little emperor and walked out the door, the little emperor hummed and said something nice in a low voice.

Yan Zhaohe covered the little emperor's face with the bamboo hat, and the little emperor muttered something again, he didn't hear it, but he guessed it was because he was hungry and thirsty, so sleepy and didn't want to go.

When getting into the carriage, the servants on both sides stood on one side to prevent Yan Zhaohe from being unstable when getting into the carriage.The little emperor slept deeply, and his body was naturally very heavy, Yan Zhaohe didn't want to wake him up again.A thick blanket was spread in the carriage, and a summer mat was placed on the stall.The combination of these things is a bit hot in summer, but Xun Zhui's back injury can't sleep hard, even if it's hot, he has to bear it a little bit.

Xun Zhui's face was flushed, his palms and forehead were full of sweat, but he still couldn't resist his sleepy footsteps, only occasionally frowning or turning over uncomfortably.

Yan Zhaohe held a cattail fan in his hand, placed the cattail fan on Xunzhui's cheeks and fanned it lightly, if the fan was too big, he might catch a cold, so he could only let a little wind to relieve Xunzui's heat.

Yan Zhaohe himself is not very hot, he doesn't sweat much in summer, unless he stands under the sun for half an hour.I thought it was a cold body before, but the imperial physician did not find anything after checking the pulse. This is probably a physical problem.

He lifted up Xun Zhui's trousers, exposing his round ankle and half of his calf.The juvenile's slender body gave the ankle the most skinny place, and the foot sockets on both sides of the heel were deeply sunken, revealing the most obvious original curvature of the bones.Yan Zhaohe slowly grasped Xunzhui's ankle, he couldn't tell what it felt like, if he could use one word to describe it, it could only be wonderful.

He suddenly recalled the scene when Xun chased Xia Chao to take a bath, the young man turned his back to him, under the beautiful butterfly bone was a hideous knife edge covered by cloth strips, and further down was the unobtrusive but smooth mermaid line, and further down... …submerged in clear, warm water.The lower body was split by water into different patterns, which were combined and spliced ​​together to form an unspeakable picture.

"17 years old." Yan Zhaohe said nothing.

What did he look like at the age of 17, one night he was overwhelmed with dealing with the messy affairs of the previous dynasty.

If Xun Zhui was born in an ordinary family, he would not be able to survive his childhood with such a delicate nature, and taking good care of him in the palace can only ensure that his normal life is not restricted.But it seems that such a beautiful and delicate child should live in the palace, a beautiful flower cage made for canaries.The canary sleeps in the flower cage, laughs in the flower cage, and cries in the flower cage.Its life and death are spent in a flower cage, born with anticipation, sinking in the fragrance, always dreaming an illusory but extraordinarily real and stable dream.

The young man in his arms is called Li Xunzhui, his surname is Li.

The lineage of the Yan family and the person surnamed Li seemed to have become some kind of secret unity long ago, one prospered and the other lost.As long as the throne is still in the hands of the surname Li, as long as the succession to the throne is still stable according to the tradition, the glory of the Yan family will be more likely to prosper for at least two generations.

But it's too long. It would be a real tragedy if all five generations of the Yan family were involved.

Yan Zhaohe withdrew his hand, and was about to fan Xun Zhui again, but found that Xun Zhui had woken up at some point, his eyes were not clear and his eyelids were drooping.

"Do you still want to sleep?" Yan Zhaohe said softly.

Xun Zhui stared at Yan Zhaohe in a daze, and then slowly sat up with his hands propped up.

He said to himself that he was so cool, and then he stuck to Yan Zhaohe's arm, very quiet and well-behaved.

Yan Zhaohe raised his hand and pulled Xunzhui's long hair to his ear, "Two-thirds of the way, we will be there soon."

Xun Zhui mouthed his thirst, and Yan Zhaohe uncovered the wooden barrel on the right. The barrel was covered with a thick quilt, and inside was a half-bucket of ice cubes, with two cowhide water bags standing in the middle of the ice cubes.

"Drink slowly." Yan Zhaohe opened the water bag, moved to the mouth of the bag, and carefully drank the water from Yan Zhaohe's hand.

The water was very cold, Yan Zhaohe didn't drink too much for him, just to make Xun Zhui sober.There was still room temperature water in the carriage, and Yan Zhaohe mixed the two temperature water together, and Xun Zhui was allowed to drink a big glass full.

Xun Zhui didn't put down the water glass immediately after drinking, but imitated Yan Zhaohe's action and filled another glass. Yan Zhaohe said gently: "Drink less, or you won't be able to eat after a while."

Xun Zhui shook his head, and he put the water glass in Yan Zhaohe's hand.

"For you," he wrote.

Yan Zhaohe didn't expect Xun Zhui to mean this, he pursed his lips and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Xun Zhui said he was asleep, but in fact he wasn't asleep, he kept exploring and wandering at the boundary of contradictions.Lethargy is real, and so is consciousness.The bumpy carriage made it impossible for him to rest mentally. In the noisy morning market in the suburbs, the birds flapping their wings and singing crisply, as well as the temperature gradually rising, a sudden cool breeze came.

Yan Zhaohe must be fanning him, Xun Zhui has no doubts.

Is there a time when Yan Zhaohe is not thoughtful?he thought suddenly.

When he felt the cool wind stopped, someone pulled up his trouser legs, and the cool wind shifted to his calves, and it seemed more comfortable to fan him on his face.Immediately afterwards, the man's slightly cold hand held his ankle, a little itchy, Xun Zhui wanted to escape but was greedy for the coolness on his legs and forcibly suppressed the request from his body to his brain.

It was at this time that he had no intention of continuing to sleep at all, and Yan Zhaohe lifted the white gauze fog in his consciousness with his own hands.The smell of the man clung to his nostrils, he moved his nose and breathed steadily.

Fortunately, Yan Zhaohe didn't stay for too long, and Xun Zhui really couldn't pretend anymore.

Arriving at Lingshu Temple when the sun was at its strongest, Yan Zhaohe had sent someone to inform him in advance that there were two young monks standing at the gate of the temple to greet him.Xun Zhui put on the cloak before getting out of the carriage, Yan Zhaohe got out of the carriage first, when Xun Zhui wanted to jump off the carriage, Yan Zhaohe grabbed his arm, Yan Zhaohe said: "Take your time."

This means not letting him jump.

The little monk didn't know that Xunzhui was the emperor, but King Zhao and the others had met once, and they thought it was the young son of the family that King Zhao helped down.One of the young monks said: "The meditation room is ready, the prince will come with us."

Xun Zhui followed closely beside Yan Zhaohe, many people had come to burn incense, green smoke curled up into the sky, and the big cauldron in front of the hall was full of high incense that was still burning.

Although there are many people, the voice is not loud. Compared with other temples, Lingshu Temple, as a royal temple, abides by more rules.

The meditation room is very simple, with a bed in the innermost part and a table near the door with four wooden benches.On the wall facing the door is a picture with only "An" written on it.Yan Zhaohe's room was on the left side of Xunzhui's room. The little monk brought them here and left. Before leaving, he said that dinner would be served in half an hour.

The smell of incense in the front hall is too strong, and it hurts the eyes, but the backyard miraculously isolates the menacing smell, and replaces it with the refreshing fragrance of green grass from the mountain stream.