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Although Si Yiheng's fever has been relieved, the root cause of the disease brought out in the womb has not been cured for three to five years. He can only drag his sick body to study in the palace all day long, or watch his brother play wildly in the courtyard. .

"Brother, here you are." Si Yishou walked into the room on two thick legs, and put the letter in front of his brother with a sullen face.

"What is it?" Si Yiheng picked up the letter and opened it.

Even though his brother was already reading the letter, Si Yishou still replied, "Murong Zhen sent it."

Si Yiheng read it line by line. The letter simply introduced Murong Zhen's recent life, and then asked Si Yiheng at length when he would be back.

"What did he say?" Si Yishou looked out of the corner of his eyes.

"Ask how we are doing and when we will go back." Si Yiheng folded the letter after reading it. After all, there was no mention of Si Yishou in it, so there was no need for his brother to see it.

"I don't want to go back," Xiao Mantou pouted, "The wind and sand in northern Xinjiang are big and not as good as the capital, what are you going to do when you go back?"

"Xiao Shou, if you want to stay in the capital, you have to study hard, practice martial arts hard, and get an official position here." Si Yiheng pointed his fingers.

Si Yishou suddenly realized, and then asked again, "Where does brother want to go?"

"Of course I'm going back to Northern Xinjiang," Si Yiheng frowned, "I am the eldest son, and one day I will inherit the duties of King of Northern Xinjiang."

"Wow—" Si Yishou admired him very much, defending the frontier against foreign enemies like his father, his brother in the future is so powerful.

Si Yiheng smiled, then coughed a few more times.

"Xiao Heng." Xin Xueyang, who happened to come over, hurried in to give the child a break, and Si Yunxiu also stepped in quickly, looking at the eldest son with a frown.

"Eating the medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor every day, why is it still not getting better?" Xin Xueyang looked at her husband as if asking for help.

"The imperial doctor's prescription is not a panacea after all. Yi Heng's illness needs to be healed slowly, there is no rush." ​​Si Yunxiu comforted.

"Mother, I'm fine." After Si Yiheng coughed, his little face turned red.

As a mother, even small things like the tip of a needle can cause heart-piercing pain, "It would be great if Xiao Shou's flesh was evenly distributed to Xiao Heng."

When Si Yishou heard it, it meant that he was fat, and immediately turned his face away in displeasure.

"Okay," Si Yunxiu patted the princess on the shoulder, "I'll send someone to the folks to find some good doctors."

Xin Xueyang nodded and looked at his son worriedly.

"Father, have you delivered the medicine for brother Jian?" Si Yiheng asked.

Si Yunxiu nodded, "Send it."

"That's good." Si Yiheng stroked his temple hair.

Xin Xueyang looked at his son's unnatural movements, and asked, "Xiao Heng likes Brother Jian very much?"

"My brother really likes that brother Jian," Si Yishou said, "I kept talking about brother Jian the day I came back."

Xin Xueyang's lips turned white slightly, and she looked at Si Yiheng fixedly, "Really?"

Si Yiheng scratched his face, "Brother Jian is obviously seriously injured, but there are still books on the bedside, so he must be a studious person."

"Also, Brother Jian speaks slowly, I feel..." Si Yishou thought for a while, and said, "It seems that he knows a lot of things."

"Yes, yes," Si Yiheng hastily agreed, "People say that they have a poetic spirit in their stomachs, so it must be someone like Brother Jian."

The more the two children praised Jian Qisi, the paler Xin Xueyang's face became.

"Ma'am?" Si Yunxiu called out to her.

Xin Xueyang came back to her senses, and smiled at the king of Beijiang, "I'm fine."

The two brothers stopped talking about the prince's accompanying reading, and the king of Beijiang pointed to the rice paper in Si Yiheng's hand and asked, "What is that?"

"Oh," Si Yiheng raised his letter, "it was sent by brother Ah Zhen."

A faint smile floated on the corner of the king of Northern Xinjiang's mouth, and being friends with the prince of Tuyuhun would do no harm to his son.

In the blink of an eye, Si Yunxiu saw that his nominal wife was wandering away again.

"Yiheng Yishou, parents have to go back first, you play for a while and remember to review the books." The king of Beijiang winked at the princess.

"Okay." The two sons answered obediently.

Si Yunxiu took Xin Xueyang back to the room and asked, "Ma'am, what's wrong with you?"

Xin Xueyang's eyes wandered for a while, then she turned back and said, "My lord, can't you see that Xiao Heng likes the prince to accompany you?"

"So what?" The king of Northern Xinjiang was puzzled, "He is only six years old, why not admire well-educated people?"

"My lord!" Xin Xueyang pinched her fingers anxiously, "Xiaoheng and Xiaoshou are... from Taoyuan, if you like a man who is pregnant...you can't hide anything!"

"I am from Taoyuan... I am actually from Taoyuan..."

Si Yunxiu seemed to be able to hear distant voices.

"If someone finds out that he is going to be burned to death, I can't have this child, I absolutely can't have this child!"

Seeing her husband lost his mind, Xin Xueyang thought it should be a secret, and immediately said: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't mention it, they are the children of the king of Beijiang and have nothing to do with Taoyuan."

"It's okay." Si Yunxiu waved his hand.

Xin Xueyang bit her lip and looked at the skirt embroidered with winter jasmine flowers.

"I will pay attention to this matter." Si Yunxiu took a step forward, "I'll call someone to seek medical attention first."

Xin Xueyang was startled, and blessedly said: "Respectfully send off the prince."

Si Yunxiu walked out of the room and wandered around the mansion.

He once thought that with Yiheng Yishou, he would never think of his child who died young, and he would never think of the blood that flowed from between Mu Xifang's legs.

"If someone finds out that he is going to be burned to death, I can't have this child, I absolutely can't have this child!"

That year, Mu Xifang's bloodless lips moved up and down, and her eyes were full of fear.At that time, how much he wanted to tell him, it doesn't matter, I am a prince, I will protect you, you will be fine, and neither will your children.You will be my closest family members besides my deceased mother.We raised our children together, grew old together, and watched the sunrise and sunset with a smile.

However, Mu Xifang didn't even give him such an opportunity, and sentenced their children to death without permission.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He heard the trembling voice of his young self.

"I'm afraid that you will know that I'm from Taoyuan...I'm afraid that you hate me..." Mu Xifang's face was pale with blood dripping between his legs, only his eyes were slightly red.

No, how could I hate you?

Si Yunxiu looked blankly at the wildly growing weeds in the palace.

I love you.

The guards of the Northern Xinjiang Palace were scattered in Beijing to secretly visit the famous doctor who had rejuvenated his hands, and Mu Xifang also went to the medicine hall in private clothes.

Even if it was not the day of the market, the capital city was still bustling with people, Mu Xifang was walking on the street at a leisurely pace, and suddenly heard a street vendor shouting: "Peachwood comb, buy a three-blossom peachwood comb."

Mu Xifang paused and looked at the peddler.

The peddler's face was plain, but when he saw Mu Xifang looking over, he immediately laughed and said, "My lord, just buy a mahogany comb for mother and wife."

Mu Xifang hesitated for a moment, walked over to pick up a wooden comb with three half-bloomed peach blossoms carved on it, and said, "I have neither mother nor wife."

"It's okay to prepare one for your sweetheart. If you don't like wooden combs, how about this brocade handkerchief?" The peddler took out another brocade handkerchief embroidered with peach blossoms and handed it to Mu Xifang, "It's just this brocade handkerchief. It's dusty, if I want it, I'm afraid I'll have to go to Jinghualou to find Xiuniang."

Following the peddler's hand, Mu Xifang saw a newly opened embroidery building.

"Master, that embroiderer's craftsmanship is the best in the world, if you don't go, you will lose money." The peddler grinned his white teeth.

Mu Xifang's expression sank, he turned and walked towards the Xiulou.

After passing through the fine embroidery and several young embroidered girls, the handyman led Mu Xifang into the backyard.There were two people sitting in the dim room, and they were faces he didn't want to see again.

"I've said it before, your son Wangfu can help you raise it, don't come to me for other things." Mu Xifang looked at a man and a woman coldly.

"If that's the case, you don't need to come here." Cheng Yuting looked at him with a light smile.

After all, the two of them were holding onto the fact that the king of Northern Xinjiang adopted the son of the Ni Wang, Mu Xifang's eyelids twitched, and he found a stool a little further away to sit down, "What do you want?"

"I heard that the Northern Xinjiang Palace is looking for medicine in Beijing. I want you to recommend it to me." Cheng Yuting poured two cups of tea, and Zuo Qishang put the tea at Mu Xifang's hand.

"You want to enter the palace?" Mu Xifang's heart trembled.

"I just want to see my son." Cheng Yuting lowered his eyelids.

"Secretly bringing you to meet Yishou before was already a serious crime, so don't push yourself further." Mu Xifang snorted, "If you have anything to say, just say it, I don't have time to deal with you."

Cheng Yuting still just smiled, "Don't you want the king of Northern Xinjiang to sit on the dragon chair?"

"What?" Mu Xifang turned pale with shock.

"Let the king of Northern Xinjiang become the emperor." Cheng Yuting repeated calmly.

"Impossible! He has no intention of being emperor!" Mu Xifang said heavily.

Zuo Qishang chuckled suddenly, "He has no intention of being emperor, but it doesn't mean the emperor is not wary of him."

Mu Xifang pinched the hem of his clothes and looked angrily at Cheng Yuting.

"Besides, if Yiran's identity is exposed, the entire palace will be affected." Cheng Yuting slowly raised the teacup.

"Are you crazy?! That's your own son!" Mu Xifang shouted.

"His father is decapitated, but he lives peacefully under the wings of the king of Northern Xinjiang." Cheng Yuting looked at the leaves stretching in the water, "If he can't avenge his father, what's the point of his life? "

Mu Xifang's eyes became even more angry, "I won't help you."

"Instead of telling you about Taoyuan's blood feud," Cheng Yuting took a deep breath, "You might as well think about it, if the king of Beijiang becomes emperor, no one in this world can stop you from being together."

Mu Xifang's heart was slightly confused when her sister's shy face flashed before her eyes.

"After running away for so many years, I'm also tired." Cheng Yuting gently blew away the tea stems in the cup, "I just want to wait for the King of Northern Xinjiang to ascend the throne, and wash away the grievances of evildoers for my family."

If Taoyuan is not a demon clan, then his child will survive, and he will be able to be with Si Yunxiu naturally...

Mu Xifang's eyes were blank, but his chest was shaking.

Zuo Qishang put her hand on Mu Xifang's shoulder, and said sharply, "Xin Mingyang, you have no choice."

Mu Xifang left with the promise, Zuo Qishang looked at the empty door and snorted, "The king of Northern Xinjiang?"

Cheng Yuting packed the tea set with a cold light in his eyes.

Back then, the King of Northern Xinjiang also had a part in killing Si Jingyu.Besides, they still have his baby Yiran, don't they?

As night fell, Li Xifan was embroidering a purse, and said softly to Fu Ziqin who was beside him, "We're going to do it."

Fu Ziqin was stunned, and lowered his voice, "What should I do?"

Li Xifan smiled as if he was just gossiping, "Keep an eye on the emperor, and approach the king of Northern Xinjiang."

Fu Ziqin looked at Li Xifan's smiling face, and turned his eyes to the ground, "I see."