Dingjiangshan

Ning Huaijin waited and waited for him to look like this, so how dare she just sit idly by.

He sighed, and was about to persuade him a few more words, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Ning Yan clenched his hand tightly.

"Uncle Huang, no matter what you want to say, at least don't say it now." Ning Yan also realized that he had overreacted, so he relaxed a little, and pleaded with him in a soft tone: "We can talk about it after this matter is over, okay. "

Not to mention that Ning Huaijin actually didn't think about what to say, just because of Ning Yan's tone, he couldn't say anything.

Ning Huaijin looked into Ning Yan's eyes, and felt pain and weakness in her heart.

It is a big taboo for a king to stand in a dangerous situation and want to shake the country, but Ning Huaijin held Ning Yan's cold fingers in his hand, and his chest seemed to be blocked by a big stone for no reason, and he couldn't utter a word of reproach.

— Forget it, Ning Huaijin thought, the matter has come to this point, it is useless to say more, it is better to help Ning Yan, if Ruan Yin's knot can be solved, it will be considered a good thing.

"...Okay." Ning Huaijin said with difficulty, "We'll talk about this later."

Ning Yan was worried at first, fearing that he would refuse immediately, but he was relieved when he heard the words. He didn't know whether to be happy or fortunate for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to laugh, but before the corners of his mouth curled up, the circles of his eyes turned red first.

Ning Huaijin had been staring at him, and asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Ning Yan twitched the corners of his mouth slowly, and said with a smile: "...Uncle Huang, it hurts so much."

Outsiders don't know, but Ning Huaijin knows that Ning Yan actually has a bit of coquettishness in his bones, afraid of pain and suffering, but usually hides it so well that outsiders can't see it.

But Ning Yan is a very contradictory person at the same time. He never talks about it when he is really in pain, and what he talks about is trivial things—just like he didn't mention the thrill of fighting Ruan Yin at all, just Said that the wound on his hand was painful.

But if Ning Yan didn't say anything, it doesn't mean that Ning Huaijin couldn't think of it.What's more, when he cried out in pain like this, Ning Huaijin suddenly remembered the days when he and he "depended on each other", and felt even more uncomfortable.

I didn't raise him well first, Ning Huaijin thought, and now I haven't protected him well.

——He has returned to Beijing now, if he can't make up for one or two of the latter, it will be in vain to be respected and loved by Ning Yan for ten years.

The people outside didn't know if they had been ordered, but they knew that Prince Gong was in the hall, so they didn't come to disturb him.It was windy and windy outside, the sound of rain was rushing, and the strong wind poured into the house along the only ventilated window in the hall and then swept out. The fragile wooden window swayed, and was forced to close again by the wind, making a muffled bang. .

Ning Huaijin didn't move, and Ning Yan didn't make a sound.

The two of them sat quietly for a while amidst the flickering candles in the hall. Ning Huaijin didn't know what was going on in her mind, and she never let go of Ning Yan's hand.

The wooden windows covered with double layers of oil paper cut off the wind and rain, the sound of the pouring rain suddenly became quieter, and the sound of Ning Yan's blood dripping was particularly obvious.

Ning Huaijin had learned about the effects of this cold poison when he was in Jiangzhou, and knew that it was a normal phenomenon for cold poison to make people chill, but he always felt that Ning Yan seemed to be too cold.

I don't know if it's because of the blood loss all the time, but Ning Huaijin just felt that there was no warmth left in his body.

——except that Ning Yan's right fingertips held in his palm were still a little warm.

Ning Huaijin didn't know if her own body temperature was more or less useful to Ning Yan, but she subconsciously held his hand even tighter.

"His Majesty--"

"Uncle Royal."

The two of them spoke in unison, and Ning Huaijin was stunned for a moment, before taking a step to compromise, and said, "Your Majesty will speak first."

"It's nothing." Ning Yan smiled and said, "Uncle Huang's hands are so warm."

According to Ning Yan's current body temperature, anyone who changed it could get a "warm" evaluation, but Ning Huaijin didn't say anything. The right hand is in his hand.

Ning Yan's fingers were long and slender. After shaking hands with him, the fingertips rested on Ning Huaijin's wrist - there was still a bit of Ning Huaijin's body temperature on it, which was slightly cooler than his usual body temperature. A little warm.

Ning Yan never expected that Ning Huaijin would get rid of him so quickly before, nor did he think that there would be such a good day to sit quietly with Ning Huaijin for a while before everything was over, and Ning Huaijin couldn't bear to say it , and consciously felt guilty, and wanted to make up for one or two.

The two of them had their own thoughts, but they really managed to squeeze out a little peace on this rainy night that was about to come.

The silver bowl under Ning Yan's wrist had already accumulated more than half of the bowl of blood, it was black and thick, and it was cold to the touch.Fortunately, after the blood was released, Ning Yan didn't shiver from the cold like at first, and could relax a bit with the heat of the stove and smoker.

He had been exhausted physically and mentally for most of the day, but when he saw Ning Huaijin, he subconsciously felt relieved, and most of the tense strings on his body loosened, and when he relaxed at this moment, his eyelids began to twitch.He braced himself to drink half a bowl of hot soup from Ning Huaijin, and then fell asleep on the couch.

Ning Huaijin patiently held Ning Yan's hand and stayed by the bed for a while, during which He Wenting called twice, asking if he wanted some fresh soup to fill his stomach, but he shook his head and refused.

An hour later, Yan Qing brought Jing Zhan over to check on Ning Yan's situation, pulled out the blood-soaked reed from his wrist, and replaced it with a new one.

Ning Huaijin consciously got up to give him a way out of the way, but Ning Yan was still holding his hand in his sleep, Ning Huaijin was not willing to pull it hard, leaned down and whispered something in his ear before slowing down. Pull your hand out slowly.

"May I ask Mr. Yan, how long will the blood be drained?" Ning Huaijin asked.

The blood released by Ning Yan had already filled a bowl, Yan Qing carefully took the bowl out from under Ning Yan's wrist and handed it to He Wenting, and put in a new one.

"Until the hot blood is released." Yan Qing said.

Jing Zhan took a step behind Yan Qing, brought in a bowl of sake from the outside, pulled up a wooden stool, and put the wine bowl by Yan Qing's hand.

Yan Qing unfolded the needle bag, first pressed Ning Yan's wrist, and then began to take out the needle from top to bottom.The way he takes the needle is a little special, it seems that some internal force has been poured into it, and the strength of twisting the needle is special.

Ning Yan didn't know if it was pain or what, she seemed to feel something in her sleep, she frowned and rubbed her head against the soft pillow, and let out a vague painful hum from her throat.

"My lord, why don't you go to the side hall to rest first." Before Ning Huaijin could speak, Yan Qing said without raising her head: "There is still work tonight. After half an hour, the lord will come back and watch over."

Just as Ning Huaijin wanted to say that he was not tired, Yan Qing added another sentence: "Otherwise, if the prince is here, I might be distracted."

When Yan Qing said this, Ning Huaijin couldn't stay anymore, so he nodded, looked at Ning Yan again, and retreated worriedly.

"Master is not afraid of being watched by people during his diagnosis and treatment." Jing Zhan waited for him to leave before whispering: "Why don't you allow the prince to see it? It's because His Majesty's situation is very difficult?"

"No." Yan Qing threw the removed silver needle into the wine bowl and said, "It's because he can't see this - it's about His Majesty, he will feel bad."

Ning Huaijin did not go far, he closed the door when he came out, and was standing on the porch, watching the rain outside.

The rain fell so fast that the wind slanted the rain into the porch, rubbed his face and landed on the porch pillar behind him.The rain in midsummer is not cold, no matter how heavy it falls, it is just scary, and the inside is very soft.

Ning Huaijin stood at the door for a while, breathed a sigh of relief, and began to withdraw from those soft or confused emotions, and began to think about the current situation.

——Ning Yan would not run away to be poisoned by Ruan Yin for no reason, he must have wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to make some fuss, so as to risk himself.

Ning Huaijin came back from the Anqing Mansion, not only knowing the situation there, but also knowing more than Ning Yan.

Whether it is Ning Zheng's groceries to make money, it must be because of Ruan Yin's guidance. On the way back, Ning Huaijin once wondered if Ning Zheng was ready to take the risk and plan to row the river To govern, to rebel.

But then he received a letter from Jiang Xiaohan on his way back to Beijing, and he felt something was wrong—Ruan Yin is not a fool, if he had a legitimate way, he wouldn't risk the disgrace of the world.Not to mention that she had already got her hands in Jingzhong, poisoning Ning Yan meant that she still wanted Ning Zheng to return to "orthodoxy", so why did she want Ning Zheng to prepare to raise troops at any time.

Ning Huaijin thought about it, but felt that Ning Yan might not have given up on the idea of ​​"closing it" at all, which made Ruan Yin and Ning Zheng hold a string in their hearts, and could only be forced to make two-handed preparations. .

"Where did Linglong go?" Ning Huaijin asked casually.

The captain of the imperial guard who was watching the night under the porch saluted him, and replied: "Go back to the prince, look at the direction, Miss Linglong is going to the harem."

They should have gone to Ruan Yina, Ning Huaijin thought.

Linglong is Ruan Yin's person, and this matter is not a secret to several important officials. Although Ruan Yin did a good job of concealing her hands and feet when she was a Sailor, but because she left Beijing in a hurry, she left some omissions.

However, ever since Ning Huaijin came back and saw Linglong in the palace this time, he felt that Ning Yan had done something about this little maid—but he didn't know if Ruan Yin knew about it.

But judging from Linglong's call back to Ruan Yin before Leuye, she probably didn't know.

Ning Huaijin settled down, thought for a moment, and then asked, "Where is Master Jiang, Qingsi Palace?"

Although the Jiang family had two famous "important ministers" and a second young lady Jiang who was brought into the palace for fun, Yan Qing was not keen on socializing, and would never step into the palace unless it was necessary, so Generally speaking, if he came to the palace to do something, Jiang Xiaohan would accompany him and rarely let him come alone.

What's more, Ning Huaijin didn't believe that Jiang Xiaohan didn't come with such a big event as His Majesty's dragon health.

"Master Jiang hasn't gone to rest yet." The captain of the guard really said: "At this time, he is in the side hall."

That would be convenient, Ning Huaijin thought.

"I'm going to talk to Mr. Jiang." Ning Huaijin said, "You don't have to follow."