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As soon as the words fell, the old man stood up suddenly and rushed towards Yan Zhaohe. Yan Zhaohe didn't care, and stepped back lightly. Holding Yan Zhaohe's throat, Yan Zhaohe's throat rolled down.

He and the old man looked at each other, a trace of undetectable cruelty flashed in his eyes, and then said calmly: "Your body is still so healthy."

Maybe it was because Yan Zhaohe was too calm, or maybe it was the expected ending, the old man didn't show his complacency when his hand rested on Yan Zhaohe's vitals, but frowned and said, "You are not afraid of death."

"When did the members of the Yan family fear death?" Yan Zhaohe asked back.

"Hmph, I don't think you regard you as the Yan family at all."

"Does the Yan family treat me as a human being?" Yan Zhaohe raised his hand to hold the old man's wrist, pressed the tip of his thumb against the old man's pulse, and said with a smile, "This is the last thing I will do for the Yan family." , take care of yourself."

"Chu Yang's fight with General Fang that day was my fault."

Once the emperor and the courtiers, Chu Yang is now Li Xun's chasing courtiers. Naturally, everything should be given priority to the current majesty, and so is Yan Zhaohe.The disputes of the older generation fell on young people like them. They could only face it with endless speculation and helplessness. The most painful thing was that both parties knew that this was not their position, but they still had to cheer up.

"The little emperor didn't kill me or the Yan family, not because of the great contribution the Yan family has made to Jiangshan Sheji."

Yan Zhaohe mocked: "Father and Emperor Huai'an, Emperor Huai'an chose to kill him, don't you know why father is willing to die in the hands of Emperor Huai'an?"

Behind him is the family, countless innocent clansmen, their hands are not stained with blood, they are as clean as the whitest swan down.

Yan Jun is not dead, and the blood of countless people will be used to soak everything he cherishes and thinks he is innocent.

Li Xunzhui obviously went to another extreme where he tried his best to tolerate him. He didn't even mention the Yan family. He separated the Yan family from Yan Zhaohe as a matter of course, and only focused on this person named Yan Zhaohe with short-sightedness.

During the stalemate between the two, the government soldiers just came to report that the little emperor had arrived.

"I don't see you." Seeing the old man's face getting darker, Yan Zhaohe said coldly, "Send Your Majesty back."

"Then... what should your Highness say?" the mansion soldier asked again.

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For so many years, it was Yan Zhaohe who gave the most, but the relationship is a matter for both parties. Looking back now, Li Xunzhui didn't give his most precious thing.

He wanted to make the two of them live more comfortably within his ability, at every moment in the future.

The misunderstanding and friction between ordinary lovers, in front of him and Xun Zhui, it seems that they are not hurdles that can be hidden in their hearts forever, they are all men, and they can afford to let go.Yan Zhaohe couldn't help but think that Xun Zhui took his token to prevent him from entering Beijing.

Unknowingly, the boy had grown into an appearance he was surprised by.

In fact, Xunzhui still has the shadow of Yan Zhaohe in him. In the years when all the ideas of a child were formed, he was deeply influenced by Yan Zhaohe.

When will Xunzhui learn to use it?

Using Lin Guogong, this is the most obvious move.

An emperor, using people's hearts to play tricks, just relying on Xunzhui's small tricks is not enough to mean that Xunzhui has grown up and is independent enough.

But it is good to have this awareness, it doesn’t matter if you are immature, the days are so long, Yan Zhaohe has enough patience to teach him little by little.

Before the New Year's Eve, Ye Feng wanted to stay in the palace to take care of Xunzhui on behalf of the late imperial concubine, so that Xunzhui could feel the warmth of his mother's family. Xunzhui couldn't say anything, but he ordered someone to inform Lin Guogong's mansion in advance.On the day of departure, Ye Tingyu suddenly felt unwell at home and had a high fever. Ye Feng hurriedly asked the imperial hospital to see it. It happened that the imperial physician Zhou was on duty, and the imperial physician touched his beard and said, "Not good."

Doctor Zhou didn't say anything wrong, and after prescribing the medicine, he took Ye Feng out and said, Ms. Ye must never see the wind, the disease is contagious when she sees people.

Ye Feng shivered and immediately thought of what he shouldn't think about, he tentatively asked: "Doctor Zhou, this disease..."

"It's not a plague, my lord, don't worry." He added, "It doesn't matter if it's a plague. The new Imperial Physician Song from the Imperial Hospital has quite a bit of insight on the plague."

Song Nanping did a great thing to honor his ancestors. In order to reward him for his meritorious service in curing the plague, he was specially approved to enter the Imperial Hospital and enjoy the resources of the royal medicine storehouse, without having to be on duty at the Imperial Hospital all the time.

Xunzhui finally got to meet Song Nanping's mother, Song Miao, the chief shopkeeper of Kaitai Medical Center.

He still followed Yan Zhaohe out of the palace to live in Prince Zhao's Mansion as before, and it was easier to move around. Yan Zhaohe couldn't stop Xun Zhui, so he could only find a few more experts to protect him at all times.

Song Miao was wearing a simple and easy-to-move dress, and she was asking a doctor with her sleeves rolled up.

She has a similar face shape to Song Nanping, but the overall facial features are not half the same as Song Nanping. Song Nanping has worked hard on his appearance, relying on his own strength to save the ordinary appearance that Song Miao inherited to him.

Dr. Song claimed that he is now the hottest upstart in the capital, and Xun Zhui doesn't know why he is so expensive, but his appearance is quite expensive anyway.

"Treasurer Song." Xun Zhui handed the pastry to Song Miao's apprentice, Song Miao looked up at Xun Zhui, then tapped the right leg of the patient lying on the examination table, the patient immediately screamed in pain .

"Keep down." Song Miao's voice was cold, like the mint that Xun Zhui had drunk, not to mention how good the taste was, but it was always refreshing and pleasant.

Song Miao was not as talkative as Song Nanping when she saw the doctor, and she couldn't say anything to comfort the patients. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen patients passed by. Xunzui saw Song Miao sitting on a chair and looking up at himself. He looked behind him, Song Miao The voice came: "The door is closed today, there are distinguished guests."

Oh, I am still a distinguished guest, Xun Zhui is not aware of it.

"Before I heard Nanping mention His Majesty at home, I have never been able to thank Your Majesty for taking care of Nanping."

"Song Nanping is my friend, Madam doesn't need to thank you." Xun Zhui cut to the chase, "I came today because of the doubts I have been hiding in my heart."

"Your Majesty is referring to the book that records the plague." Song Miao was not surprised.

Xun Zhui nodded.

Based on his friendship with Song Nanping, if he were to find Song Miao, it could only be the plague record.

"My son has escaped since he was a child, and he finally became more serious when he grew up, but he can't change his habit of looking for secrets at home." A servant brought a teacup, and Song Miao said: "Honeysuckle to dispel fire, please."

Xun Zhui picked up the teacup but didn't drink it down, he was still taking medicine, although Song Nanping didn't say what he could and couldn't eat, but he always had to be careful.

"Our orphans and widows are able to take root in the capital thanks to this medical skill."

"My late husband was also a doctor, but he was better than me. He was a military doctor in the army."

Xun Zhui was startled, Song Miao continued: "I have known him since childhood, he originally wanted to serve in the army to defend his family and country, and he admired Yan's army a lot, but his health is too poor."

The way to join the army is not only to go to battle to kill the enemy, but also the logistics support is the top priority. Song Miao said with a smile: "He said he wanted to study medicine. At that time, I had nothing to encourage him, so I went to study medicine with him."

"You and Lord Hou." Xun Zhui was about to continue, but Song Miao interrupted him.

"My husband is only a middle-ranking doctor among military doctors. I was fortunate enough to meet Yan Hou once, but he has no involvement with Yan's family." Song Miao said, "Not everyone knows Hou Ye. His Majesty holds a high position, so it is natural to be around him." People like us are also noble adults, and ordinary people like us, if Nanping didn't know His Majesty, I probably wouldn't see His Majesty's honor in this life."

Every year, soldiers from the Yan family army were sent back to their hometown. Among them was the small captain of the commando. This captain had made great achievements many times, but he was seriously ill because of it. Song Nanping's father was sent to take care of the small captain.At that time, Song Nanping's father was already married to Song Miao, and they were inseparable during their honeymoon, so Song Miao followed her husband to the capital, at the foot of the most prosperous emperor in the world.

"His father has the habit of keeping a diary, recording what he does every day, or what other people think is insignificant, but he feels that it needs to be studied."

Years of habit made him keenly discover the problems in the plague, but he also died in the plague before he could prove it.

When Song Miao realized something was wrong, she couldn't sleep at night, for fear that one day a group of people would break into the house and tell her that she knew something she shouldn't know, and her superiors would demand to silence her.

After so many years of worrying, Song Miao's hair turned gray much earlier. She was always on guard against Song Nanping, who was similar to her father. The less secrets people knew, the better, but in the end, Song Nanping's curiosity was revealed.

There is no impenetrable wall, and the embankment of a thousand miles is destroyed by ant nests.

"When I wanted to take Nanping home, I didn't expect Nanping to secretly pack up and leave." Song Miao said helplessly.

"That's all I know. If Your Majesty has any questions, you can only ask other people."

Xun Zhui lowered his head and pondered for a moment, "Madam keeping those records is not a good thing, it's better to deal with them as soon as possible."

"It's really useless to keep these things with me all the time, and I just want to keep them for myself." Song Miao said, "If Your Majesty thinks it's useful..."

Xun Zhui smiled and said, "Dr. Song isn't trying to kill me?"

Song Miao was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that she apologized, "That's true."

Song Nanping learned that Xunzhui was in his own medical center. After finishing his errands at the Taiyuan Hospital, Song Nanping hurried home to treat him. When he got home, Xunzhui was ready to leave. Song Nanping stood at the door and asked if Xunzhui would stay for dinner?

Xun Zhui opened the lid of the honeysuckle tea and asked, "Can I drink honeysuckle?"

"Of course not."

Seeing that this tea was prepared by Song Miao, Song Nanping immediately harassed Song Miao at the top of his voice, saying mother how could you give him honeysuckle while walking!

Returning home in the evening, passing by a roast duck shop, I suddenly thought of what Zhao Chuanzhi mentioned that day, so I stopped and asked someone to go in and buy one, but I didn't let the chef in the shop make a good one, as Prince Zhao's mansion also has a cook who can handle roast duck.

At dusk on the western mountain, the housekeeper stood in front of King Zhao's mansion and waited for Xun Zhui. As soon as Xun Zhui got out of the car, the housekeeper came up to greet him with a smile and said that the prince had just returned, and His Majesty was right behind him.

After Xun chased him, he went straight to find someone with the roast duck. Yan Zhaohe came out of the door just after changing his clothes.

Going straight to Yan Zhaohe, without saying a word, Yan Zhaohe took the roast duck on his own initiative, and Xun Zhuikong lowered his head to tie the belt for him, and he asked casually, "Have you lost weight?"

After finishing speaking, he touched Yan Zhaohe's hipbone with his hand, never felt so painful before.

"Probably a little." Yan Zhaohe nodded.

"Eat more today." Xun Zhui said.

A gust of cold wind blew past, Xun Zhui gasped and said, "Isn't it cold to wear so little?"

"I'm not your Majesty." Yan Zhaohe said with a smile, "Why did you come back now after you went out today? I thought you were going back to live in the palace."

"That's not exactly what you want."

There are many things to deal with during the next year, such as reports from various places, tributes from surrounding countries, and arrangements for various New Year ceremonies.

Yan Zhaohe looked at Xunzhui's slightly pale cheeks, it seemed that Xunzhui's face had never been better, it was always as thin as a piece of paper, "I will go to the imperial mausoleum to worship the late emperor before the New Year's Eve, I know you don't want to go, I have already discussed it Let the Eighth Princess take over as the host."

"Don't go either." Xun Zhui hugged Yan Zhaohe, pressing his cheek against his neck.

"Have you grown taller?" Yan Zhaohe suddenly found that Xun Zhui no longer needed to stand on tiptoes, and the shoulders of the two seemed to have reached the same level.

"Of course." Xun Zhui said sullenly, "Don't go anywhere, stay with me."

How can there be any reason to burn paper to worship and kill father and enemy on the day before New Year's Eve?Xun Zhui said again: "Choose a suitable time and blow up the imperial tomb."

Yan Zhaohe laughed, "Your Majesty will also enter the imperial mausoleum in a hundred years, what if it blows up?"

"Buried with you."

Whether this emperor will do it or not is still open to discussion, how can he really stay in the palace for the rest of his life and wait to die.

"Yan Zhaohe."

"Ok?"

"If I don't become emperor, will you come with me?"

Xun chased his eyes down, "Leave the capital and never come back."

"Yes." Yan Zhaohe kissed Xunzhui's cheek, "I have wanted to do this for a long time, but Your Majesty, now is not the time."

His majesty is too delicate, so delicate that Yan Zhaohe didn't even dare to take Xun Zhui out. The life of ordinary people is not just as simple as firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Xun Zhui couldn't bear it, and he didn't want Xun Zhui to really live an ordinary life with him, he didn't think it was suitable.

It's snowing again, I came before going to bed.

Xun Zhui was wrapped in a quilt and sitting on the porch, Yan Zhaohe said he would show him the sword dance.

Xun Zhui looked at the sword flowers constantly flying in the snow, the hem of his clothes fluttering in the wind, and the face in the darkness that became more and more difficult to move his eyes as time went by.

Xun recalled, if you were my elder brother, the country and mountains would be peaceful, all courts and courts would be in charge of you, and everyone would regard you as a wise monarch.

He said softly, "I'm sorry."

Xun Zhui said again in a voice that only he could hear, "I'm sorry."

What a gentleman is most afraid of in his life is his reputation, let alone the arrogant son of the Hou family.

He was the one who dragged him down in this life, but the emotional sacrifice is two-way, he and Yan Zhaohe are both addicted to it, it is impossible to say who owes whom, it is a muddled account.

Xun Zhui would never tell Yan Zhaohe about the bloodline of the Yan family. In his heart, Yan Zhaohe is the most honorable eldest son of the Zhenning Hou Mansion.

No one is more suitable for this position than Yan Zhaohe, and no one else can do better than Yan Zhaohe.

Thinking of this, Xun Zhui cried for no reason.

Yan Zhaohe saw it just in time and asked what happened.

Xun Zhui pointed to his lips and smacked his lips, Yan Zhaohe leaned over and kissed, "I hug His Majesty back to rest."