Dingjiangshan

When Jing Zhan hurried to Zichen Hall, the hall had already been cleared by Ning Yan.Although the number of imperial guards outside the hall has not changed, they have been replaced by people from his guard battalion. More than half of the unnecessary servants and maids in the hall have been sent out. The main hall is empty. Jing Zhan seems to have nothing at first glance. It hasn't changed, but there is a feeling that the rain is about to come.

Jing Zhan's footsteps stopped suddenly at the door, but Jiang Ling, who had been walking behind him, was so impatient that he didn't stop with him, and rushed into the inner hall first by staggering his shoulders.

When He Wenting went to the National Teacher's Mansion to invite Jing Zhan just now, Jiang Ling was also pestering her brother to make lanterns at the National Teacher's Mansion. When He Wenting vaguely said that Ning Yan was invited, he felt uneasy and wanted to follow Come together.

Jing Zhan stood outside the palace gate, turned sideways and glanced outside the palace for no reason.A line of dark clouds was spreading across the sky, and it looked like it was going to rain.

He collected himself, suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, turned his head and walked into the hall.

In the inner hall, Linglong was kneeling in a corner of the hall, guarding a smoker cage to cook hot soup for Ning Yan.

He Wenting had lingering fears about spices, and there were two smoker cages lit in the house, neither of which had been filled with incense. Once inside, the room was full of heat, and the smell was a bit dull.

The ice basin was placed by the door away from the inner hall, and the inner hall was soon as hot as a steamer.

Ning Yan leaned against the head of the bed, waiting for Jing Zhan.

"You——" Jing Zhan entered the door in a hurry, and when he saw his face, he became angry, pointed at Ning Yan, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you for a long time, and said angrily: "Why did you tell me, you swear that those soups How did you tell me when there was no food in the water?"

He was so angry, how can he remember what honorific titles are not.Ning Yan coughed dryly, trying to refute himself: "Look, I'm not wrong, Ruan Yin really didn't have the guts to poison me to death—"

Jing Zhan laughed angrily at him, walked around the ground twice, took a deep breath: "I understand, what is this called, this is called feeding a tiger with one's body. Leading the snake out of the hole for your sake, full All hunters in the world should be wiped out."

He Wentingmao listened to His Majesty being lectured by the National Teacher, but he didn't dare to show his air.

Jiang Ling hadn't said a word since entering the door just now, she wasn't as angry as Jing Zhan, but walked forward and sat on the edge of the bed on her own - the defense of men and women is equal to Miss Jiang Er, which is full Most of the people in the room were used to it, and no one noticed anything wrong for a while.

"Brother Yan." Jiang Ling frowned, and wiped Ning Yan's wrist with his thumb—there was some imperceptible blood stains there, which Ning Yan missed when he cleaned himself up earlier.

"Did Ruan Yin poison you?" Jiang Ling asked.

Ning Yan hummed and said, "It's nothing serious."

"Poisoning the king is a capital offense." Jiang Ling said, "I'll kill her for you."

Jiang Ling stood up as she spoke, and the sword at her waist fell down with her movements, and the spike of the sword knocked against the sword, making a crisp sound.

"Little sister." Ning Yan quickly grabbed her and said, "It's still useful for me to keep her."

As the person who deals with Jing Zhan and Jiang Ling most often in the capital, Ning Yan discovered a problem a long time ago——in the whole Jiang family, it is not Jing Zhan who is most similar to the master of Kunlun, but Jiang Ling. Ling.

It was probably because she was more often by Yan Qing's side than Jing Zhan, but Jiang Ling buried a kind of determination that transcended the world, which made her more decisive and pure in her dealings.

——In other words, even more courageous.She has a free and easy temper, and she is also fearless. In her eyes, her status is no different from the grass, trees, fish and insects outside.

Jing Zhan was overwhelmed with anger, stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Ling by the sleeve and pulled her back, making her get out of the one-acre land beside the bed.

"Hold out your hand." Jing Zhan said angrily.

Ning Yan pulled up the sleeve of his left hand a little, and obediently placed it on the small pillow at the edge of the bed.

After such a short journey back from Renshou Palace, Ning Yan was already extremely uncomfortable by the cold wind outside. As soon as Jing Zhan started to use it, he felt that his whole body was icy cold, like deep ice that had just been opened from the ice cellar.

Jing Zhan took Ning Yan's pulse and felt that he was not holding it steady, so he touched his right hand again, and his brows became more and more wrinkled.

After a while, he let go of Ning Yan's hand, took the cloth towel and wiped his fingertips, and said, "Why did Ruan Yin tell you?"

Now there are few people in the hall, most of them are his own people, Ning Yan didn't hide it, and told Jing Zhan what Ruan Yin said in a few words.

"...She's right." Jing Zhan sighed, and said, "I've read about this in a medicine book, and that tea is a kind of herbal tea, which is cultivated with the residue of raising Gu, and it refreshes the mind. It works great, but it's also very strong."

Ning Yan withdrew his hand slowly, and pulled the quilt up.There were two steamers in the room, and half of the baskets were burned with silver charcoal. Seeing that Jing Zhan was drenched with sweat, Ning Yan still felt very cold. He gritted his teeth and tried to endure a shiver.

"Can you cure it?" Ning Yan asked.

Jing Zhan opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, "I can keep you from being so cold for a while, but if you want to get rid of this poison completely, I'm afraid—"

"I'm afraid Ruan Yin is right, is there still a future?" Ning Yan asked directly.

Jing Zhan also knew that the matter was serious, so he frowned, and didn't give a definitive answer for the time being.He straightened Ning Yan's crooked quilt, was silent for a moment, and discussed, "If you have no objection, I have to ask my master to come and see."

Ning Yan originally wanted to say that he would not use it for the time being, but changed his mind when the words came to his lips, nodded, and said, "That's also good."

Jing Zhan breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and gave Jiang Ling a wink, Jiang Ling nodded knowingly, and unceremoniously pulled away the waist card for entering and exiting the palace from He Wenting.

Jing Zhan didn't dare to prescribe Ning Yan's medicine if he wanted to invite Yan Qing to see him.But the outside was getting more and more westward, and Ning Yan was getting colder and colder. In the end, even the only ice basin left in the house was moved out. Two smoker cages were placed on both sides of Ning Yan's bedside, and the doors and windows were closed.

Jing Zhan finally saw that Ning Yan had endured so much, so he poured him a bowl of calming soup without any explanation, and let him fall asleep first.

Ning Yan slept lightly for an hour, and when he opened his eyes again, Jing Zhan beside the bed had been replaced by Yan Qing at some point, the sky outside had darkened, and candles had already been lit in the hall.

"Your Majesty is awake, so don't lie under the blanket." Yan Qing took his pulse unhurriedly, and said, "Get up and walk around, so as not to get colder and colder."

Ning Yan could play jokes with Jing Zhan, but he couldn't do it in front of Yan Qing, so he gritted his teeth and sat up on the bed, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

A good night's sleep didn't make him any better, on the contrary, his hands and feet became more and more stiff. When Ning Yan got out of bed, he staggered a step, and was supported by Yan Qing.

"Please trouble Mr. Yan." Ning Yan said in a low voice.

Yan Qing didn't greet him politely, supported him to walk down a few steps, and said: "Go to the soft couch outside, things are ready."

Ning Yan didn't ask him what he had prepared, He Wenting came over and put a coat on him, took Yan Qing's hand, and helped Ning Yan go out.

The rain in the summer was so intense and urgent that it fell without explanation. The last ray of the setting sun was washed away by the heavy rain and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

In the inner city, two horses galloped past the official road one after the other, and finally stopped in front of the palace gate.

"Who is here?" The imperial guard asked, "Is there a handbook for entering the palace?"

The horses under the city were pulled by the reins violently, shook their heads, and walked a few times in place, panting heavily.

The man on horseback tore off his coir raincoat with one hand, and threw it to his side, revealing his true face under the bamboo hat.

"Prince Gong Ning Huaijin, please enter the palace to see Your Majesty."

In the Zichen Hall, He Wenting moved the screen blocking the entrance of the inner hall according to Yan Qing's instructions, and opened a window for ventilation.

The cold wind outside mixed with the rain fell into the hall, Yan Qing was afraid that Ning Yan would not be able to bear the cold now, so she added a thin quilt for him.

Sitting next to Yan Qing, Jing Zhan was helping him, wiping and folding a small silver knife with a white cloth towel.

"Looking at this posture, it's about scraping the bone to heal the poison." Ning Yan leaned on the soft pillow beside the couch, and still joked leisurely: "Sir, I will use the knife more gently in a while, I'm afraid it will hurt a lot."

"Not at all." Yan Qing unfolded the roll of silver needle cloth that he brought, and said in a soft voice, "It's just a matter of pushing the poison. Push out the poison that can be pushed first, so that His Majesty won't feel so uncomfortable."

Ning Yan just wanted to chat casually to divert attention, but didn't intend to interfere.

When the first silver needle pierced Tianfu Point, Ning Huaijin happened to be riding in from outside the palace gate - he was not in such a hurry at first, but this afternoon he received a letter from Jingzhong at the official post outside the city , I have to be in a hurry.

During the days when he was out of Beijing, Ning Yan was uncharacteristically not replying to him a single letter.The letter he sent back to Beijing was like sinking into the sea, without even a splash.

Ning Huaijin was also thinking along the way, whether Ning Yan finally lost patience with his self-assertion again and again, so that he lost his temper and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

For a while, he was thinking about the situation in Beijing, and for a while he was speculating about Ning Yan's attitude. He was so confused that he even forgot the rule of not riding horses in the palace.

——Fortunately, it was late now, and there was no one on the palace road, not to mention Prince Gong entered the palace on horseback, even if he rode into the upper study, Ning Yan would not say anything.

The horse under him had been running for more than ten hours, and at the end of the distance to the entrance of the Zichen Hall, it was almost at the end of the crossbow, and he knelt down under the steps of the entrance of the hall according to inertia, panting heavily.

Ning Huaijin didn't have time to comfort him, so she jumped up the steps, walked to the door in three steps at a time, raised her hand and pushed the door open.

The wind and rain outside the hall were violent, and the warm wind in midsummer poured into the inner hall, which also became a cold cave for Ning Yan.

He shivered, and subconsciously looked up at the door.

——For the sake of ventilation, the only two screens in the hall have been removed by He Wenting in advance. The moment Ning Yan raised his head, he saw the person coming in from outside the door impartially, and then suddenly froze.

Ning Huaijin's eyes met Ning Yan's, but he was dazzled by the dense row of silver needles on his arm.

Yan Qing also looked back at him, he just happened to push the poison on Ning Yan once, and when he saw it, he packed up the remaining silver needles and took Jing Zhan away with him.

Ning Huaijin came back in a hurry, and suddenly fell back into her stomach in one breath, her body swayed, and she subconsciously reached out to hold the door frame.His eyes were fixed on Ning Yan's figure trapped in the soft quilt, and he didn't move away, even Yan Qing passed by him unaware.

There was half an empty hall between Ning Yan and Ning Huaijin, and it was already dark outside. The sound of rain pouring into Ning Yan's ears from the wide-open hall door made him slowly regain his senses.

The dazzling light cut through the night, outlining Ning Huaijin's figure in the dark night.

Immediately afterwards, with the sudden thunder, Ning Yan's heart became inexplicably quiet.

"Uncle Emperor—" Ning Yan's voice was a little weak, low and soft: "Sit over here."