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"Tell Zhao Chuanzhi to Prince Zhao's Mansion." Xun Zhui said again, "Give me a horse, and you take Doctor Song to the medical clinic."

"Your Majesty, the eighth princess is temporarily under house arrest by His Royal Highness Chong Wang, now you go back to the palace, do you deal with the harem first..." Chu Yang was interrupted by Xun Zhui before he could finish speaking.

"How is Kang Qingjun?"

Chu Yang said: "Someone in the patrol battalion and the forbidden army has been replaced, and I dare not act rashly."

"Doctor Yu from Ivy Villa has brought a prescription to cure the plague. From tomorrow, the city gates will be opened to allow refugees to enter the city for treatment. Where is Fang Yun from the Qingcheng Army now?"

"It's in the city."

Xunzhui frowned, and Chu Yang explained: "Your Majesty's ministers from the palace alone are weak. Even if there are two ministers and ministers who support King Zhao, it is still impossible to guarantee that they will be safe against King Chong. Kang Qingjun penetrated into the patrol camp and the imperial army , I received a letter from His Royal Highness King Zhao, and immediately asked General Fang Yun to go to Beijing to preside over it secretly, and several elite teams of the Qingcheng Army also sneaked into the city to observe the changes of Kang Qingjun at any time."

Fang Yun, one Fang Yun is not enough, Xun Zhui was silent for a moment and said again: "What does my coming back mean, Chu Yang, do you understand?"

Chong Wang temporarily acted as emperor and entered the former dynasty.If Xun can't chase him back, he can slowly devour the entire court, but if Xun chases him back, he has to step down from the high platform and bow his head again.He and the Empress Dowager are disobedient for forcibly controlling the government. No matter how lightly the crime is punished, it is impossible to escape power reduction and dismissal.

The more chaotic the capital, the better. Whether it is the plague or various forces, all of them are in chaos to reshuffle the cards.

Xun Zhui said softly, "Let the Qingcheng army enter the city among the refugees."

"Minister Zunzhi." Chu Yang jumped off the horse and gave the horse to Xun Zhui. With Chu Yang's help, Xun Zhui got on the horse. He lowered his head and patted the horse's back. The big horse really didn't suit him.

Yu Niesheng poked his head from inside the car, "Be careful."

Xun Zhui staggered all the way to Prince Zhao's Mansion, since he left, no one came to the Prince Zhao's Mansion, the gate of the mansion looked cold and desolate.

Without opening the door again, Xun went around to the back door, handed over the horse to the man who took care of the horses in the mansion, and ran straight to the woodshed by himself, after a while he came out of the woodshed holding a torch.The operation of the mansion is in order, as if the owner is still here.Open flames are prohibited in the mansion, Xun Zhui walked all the way to the study, causing many maids and servants to turn around and stop, but none of them dared to ask.

"Your Majesty." The soldiers standing guard in front of King Zhao's study saluted.

Xun Zhui looked up at the burning torch, walked to Yan Zhaohe's study step by step, and suddenly sighed, "Take it."

The mansion soldier took the torch with both hands and took a few steps back, Xun Zhui was surprised, the mansion soldier said again: "His Royal Highness King Zhao has ordered that if His Majesty enters for the second time, there is no need to stop him."

There is no need to hold back, because there are no more secrets.

Xun Zhui regretfully watched the soldiers take away the torch, this torch set the whole Prince Zhao's mansion on fire, can everything go back to the original point?He still couldn't learn the wild ways of those people in Ivy Villa.

The air in the study was stuffy and humid, and as soon as Xun chased him in, he opened all the windows, sat at the door and waited for the air to circulate, fresh air was reinfused into the whole study before sitting in front of Yan Zhaohe's desk.

He leaned over to find the box he hadn't opened.

Familiar with the car, he took the box out from under the table, hooked the key at the bottom of the box with his fingertips, bit the hidden buckle of the key with a "click" and opened it lightly, and the key fell into Xun Zhui's hand.

His heart beat violently after the key touched his palm, making a pounding sound in his chest.Xun Zhui put the key and the box on the table, gently pressed his hands on his heart, closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, but it didn't help.His fingertips trembled, and he grabbed the key several times before he managed to hold the key. The key and the lock cylinder made a crisp sound.

Xun Zhui sniffed, did not open the box immediately, but carried the box to the soft sleeper and sat cross-legged.One second before he opened the box, he said softly, but he still wanted to set the Prince Zhao's mansion on fire.

There was a small red brocade pouch in the box, Xun Zhui picked up the brocade pouch and looked up to the light, there was a neatly embroidered Chinese character Yan on the lower right corner.

He pinched the kit, the fabric was soft against his skin, he couldn't figure out what was inside, put two index fingers against the opening of the kit, gently pulled the bag open, and stretched his right index finger into it Take out what's in it.

After seeing clearly what was in his hand, Xun Zhui froze.

Peace talisman?

One red and one bright yellow amulet tied together with a silk thread.

The words Yan Zhaohe are embroidered on the red one, and Xunzhui's name is on the bright yellow one.

"Huh." Xun Zhui licked his lower lip, thinking it was something.

The peace amulet actually looks very old and faded, so it doesn't look like it was put in recently.

A piece of paper was sandwiched between the two amulets, Xun Zhui carefully untied the bound silk thread and pulled out the note.The whole paper was yellowed, and the font on it was slightly immature after unfolding, but Xun Zhui could recognize that it was Yan Zhaohe's writing style when he was young.

"Why is a child so weak and sickly?"

Xun Zhui opened his mouth, suffocated for a moment, and then laughed wryly.Isn't it because of you, Yan Zhaohe, that you are weak and sick?Drinking the Anshen Decoction all day, if it is not weak and sick, it should be invulnerable to all poisons.

Yan Zhaohe has been poisoning him, and Xun Zhui has forgotten when he found out.

The Anshen Decoction was too bitter, he took those medicines for nourishing his body all day long, and he couldn’t drink them at night when he rested, so he poured them out behind Yan Zhaohe’s back. It's also getting better, and I have more meals than before.At first he didn't think so much, he just thought that his body might be due to the change of seasons.It is true that he would suffer from insomnia at night when he did not drink Anshen Decoction, so Xun Zhui Duan would continue to take it for a few days, and finally found something wrong after this one after another.

Coincidentally, Xun Zhui had more chances to run out alone, so he secretly hid the dregs of the medicine and went to the medical clinic in the city out of curiosity. After seeing the dregs of the medicine, the doctor told him that it was a chronic poison.

The big family always has some shady things, the doctor saw Xun Zhui's blank face and hurriedly said: "Don't worry, young master, I will definitely not say anything about it, I will forget about it when the young master leaves this door."

The imperial doctor of the imperial hospital came to diagnose and treat him all day long, but he didn't tell Xun Zhui that besides being weak, he had another kind of poison on his body.

He asked the doctor how to treat it, and the doctor said that as long as you don't drink this medicine, you will recover soon, but if you take it for a long time, the vitality in the human body will slowly be drained.

Yan Zhaohe took care of the court hall, and so did the harem. On the night Xunzhui returned to the palace, Yan Zhaohe came in with Anshentang. Xunzhui looked at Yan Zhaohe's face and thought: If you can keep Yan Zhaohe, then it's okay to drink it.

Yan Zhaohe didn't kill himself immediately, does that mean Yan Zhaohe felt pity?

"Why do you feed me poison and treat me so well." Xun Zhui said softly, but there was no one in the study who could answer him.

In the Ivy Villa, Bo Yan and Yan Zhaohe had a conversation outside the door. Bo Yan said that it is possible to cure the severe poison, but there is no room for chronic poison to be cured.

Yan Zhaohe treats Li Xunzhui more intentionally than poisoning him.

Xun Zhui knows that he is not a good emperor, nor does he have the ability and heart to be a good emperor. Sometimes when he sees Yan Zhaohe feeding him soup and medicine spoon by spoon, he thinks: dying in Yan Zhaohe's hands is better than living a lifetime The emperor is strong.

How lonely it is to be an emperor for a lifetime, it is better to die in the eyes of Yan Zhaohe who is about to drown him.

He occasionally poured out the calming soup to relieve his physical discomfort, but he just wanted to be watched by those eyes for a while, even for a moment.

Sooner or later, he will die, he wants Yan Zhaohe to remember him forever, in the best years of each other.Every time he wants to give up on himself, Yan Zhaohe will give him new hope, and then break it, keep giving and taking back.

Xun Zhui put the peace talisman back into the bag.

He doesn't want to be safe, and he doesn't even want to be healthy. He wants more when he is sick.

"Don't ever hold my hand again."

Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes to his hair, and Xun Zhui curled up with difficulty, his hands pressed against his chest, and the sudden pain made it difficult for him to maintain his composure.Every nerve is clamoring, as if countless needles merge into the blood from the blood vessels, piercing the internal organs.His eyes were open and empty, and the bone-piercing cold rushed to him together with the overwhelming darkness.

He used to think it wasn't liking, it was just the lowliness of an orphan who wanted to keep warm after the death of his parents, but after seeing Yu Niesheng, he found that it wasn't like that, Yu Niesheng made him doubt his relationship again, but he didn't care about it at all. Dare to go further to confirm, after confirming, can he and Yan Zhaohe separate cleanly?It was his impulse to go south, and the result was that countless people were paying a price that they should not have paid because of their impulse.

It doesn't matter if the thoughts of both parties are revealed, as long as they don't expose, Li Xunzui will always be Li Xunzui, and Yan Zhaohe will always be Yan Zhaohe.

If Yan Zhaohe was really trapped in the capital, this would be the saddest ending for him.

He couldn't do without that besieged palace for the rest of his life, but he couldn't let Yan Zhaohe be trapped in it.

Xun Zhui said with a hoarse voice, "Come here."

"Your Majesty." The Fubing hurried into the study.

"Go to the Plague General Medical Hall to find Dr. Song Nanping Song."

If nothing happened, Xun Zhui would not look for Song Nanping at all, but once he sent someone to look for him, it would definitely not be a good thing.Song Nanping made full preparations and packed all the things he needed before coming to Prince Zhao's Mansion.

He never expected that Xunzhui really gave him a huge "good thing".

"Why didn't you tell me you were blind." Song Nanping raised Xunzhui's eyelids to examine carefully, "When did it happen?"

"I can't cure it." Song Nanping said decisively without waiting for Xunzhui to speak.

"I don't dare to give you medicine when Yu Niesheng is not here. We will make plans when he comes back."

Xun Zhui grabbed Song Nanping's hand on his pulse.

"It doesn't need to be cured, as long as it lasts for a few days."

Song Nanping frowned: "What do you mean?"

In the past few days, the capital will definitely undergo major changes. Both the Qingcheng Army and the Lingyu Battalion have taken root in the city, and Chu Yang's imperial army is also ready to go. He must not lose the chain at critical moments.

"You can't make it through."

Song Nanping used the word "boil".

Xun Zhui shook his head, "I can..."

Before he finished speaking, Xun Zhui staggered and fell into Song Nanping's arms, and then a warm current surged up his throat, before he could cover his lips, all the bright red blood gushed out.There was wet and sticky blood between his fingers, and there was a rust-like smell between his lips and teeth.

"Xun Zhui!" Song Nanping said anxiously.

"I'm sorry, I stained your clothes." Xun Zhui gently wiped the corners of his lips, put his fingertips on his lips and said "shh".

"Don't make a sound."