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After Chen Jingyu came back from Li Zhiying's place, he fell ill. He had a fever for a day and a night. Physician Liu tried everything he could to bring his temperature down.

Li Zhiyuan never wanted to bring the situation to such a point. He was annoyed for a while, and spent most of his time in Mingxuan Hall after finishing his affairs. If he wasn't afraid of losing his mouth, he even wanted to take Chen Jingyu into his palace and watch him closely. , afraid that he would leave him in the blink of an eye.

Chen Jingyu was in a daze from the fever, and had many random dreams.

He drifted like duckweed for half his life, finally found a place to stay, and happily stepped into it, only to find that it was a bottomless quagmire, the mud covered his mouth and nose, he wanted to take a big breath, but what he inhaled was full of blood. Chen Jingyu tried to climb up the smelly mud, but the harder he tried, the more counterproductive he was, and he fell directly into the bottomless abyss.

He woke up suddenly, his breathing was messy, his hands were still clutching the mattress, he couldn't tell what night it was.

Xiaoyu stayed in the room all the time, nodding her head like a chicken pecking at rice, wanting to sleep or not. From the corner of her eye, she saw Chen Jingyu opened her eyes and woke up instantly. It's..."

Seeing that Chen Jingyu's eyes were dazed and unresponsive, she hurried out to ask for Imperial Physician Liu.

In order to consult Chen Jingyu at any time, Imperial Physician Liu was arranged to stay in the nearest wing. He was about to take off his clothes and go to sleep, when he heard Xiaoyu's voice, he quickly packed his clothes and went out with the medicine box.

Chen Jingyu was indeed dazed with fever, and after a while he regained his composure and murmured that he wanted to drink water.

Xiaoyu fed him a cup of warm water, and Imperial Physician Liu felt his pulse, his brows furrowed.

Chen Jingyu's lungs were soaked in water, which caused irreparable trauma, and then he stayed in a dank dungeon for nearly a month. He was completely healed, but this time he got into the wind completely. caught.

As a subject of Li Zhiyuan, he naturally did not dare to complain that Li Zhiyuan abused people like this, but as a doctor, he still felt embarrassed.

After writing Zhang Fangzi to ask the drug boy to grab the medicine, and telling Xiaoyu what needs to be paid attention to, Li Zhiyuan rushed to Mingxuan Hall facing the dew.

It was obvious that he had just finished handling the affairs, and his eyebrows looked tired. Imperial Physician Liu saluted respectfully. When he learned of Chen Jingyu's situation, his complexion sank three times, and he waved everyone in the room to go out.

Hearing Li Zhiyuan's voice, Chen Jingyu finally pieced together what happened before he fell into a coma.

He didn't dare to face Li Zhiyuan, so he simply turned over and wrapped himself in the quilt.

For a long while, he didn't hear anything, and when he thought Li Zhiyuan would leave, a corner of the quilt was lifted, and the cold air poured in. Soon, a warm body replaced it, and Li Zhiyuan hugged him from behind.

Chen Jingyu's whole body was stiff, he remembered every word Li Zhiyuan said clearly, he didn't know what value he had to Li Zhiyuan now, it was worth Li Zhiyuan's hatred to embrace him.

"Chen Jingyu..." Li Zhiyuan murmured tiredly.

Chen Jingyu closed his eyes uncomfortably, and did not push away the person behind him.

"Zhen, I didn't mean it." Li Zhiyuan seemed to struggle for a long time before saying this, "You are cold and uncomfortable, why didn't you tell me?"

Chen Jingyu wanted to refute, at that time Li Zhiyuan was furious, how could he listen to his half-spoken words, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that it was really meaningless. Is his feeling really that important to Li Zhiyuan?

Li Zhiyuan didn't hear Chen Jingyu's response, he held his body tightly in his arms in a panic, and said, "Are you blaming me?"

Chen Jingyu shook his head slowly this time, what right did he have to blame Li Zhiyuan, he was to blame for this step.

Li Zhiyuan was overjoyed, and continued, "Third brother has many followers. If I don't eradicate them thoroughly, there is no guarantee that he will not make a comeback. I know you are angry and I will threaten third brother with you, but I really have nothing to do... Besides, I didn't hurt you, and I won't hurt you."

Chen Jingyu felt bitter in his heart, Li Zhiyuan's showing weakness did not make him happy, he just felt that Li Zhiyuan was no longer the same person he used to be.

It was he who caused Li Zhiyuan to become like this.

Guilt, sadness, grievance, all kinds of emotions surged up at the same time, Chen Jingyu finally opened his mouth, "Even if His Majesty really killed me under the sword, I will not complain at all, I deserve what I deserve."

Hearing what he said, Li Zhiyuan hugged him even tighter, and said angrily, "Do you have to say these things at this time?"

He has already surrendered, and has lowered his posture so low, why Chen Jingyu didn't walk down the steps.

Chen Jingyu was sincere, he no longer had the energy to spend this time with Li Zhiyuan.

If it is his sin, he will bear it.

The more Li Zhiyuan tolerated him, the more he felt guilty.

"Your Majesty, when is it?"

Li Zhiyuan didn't understand that he suddenly changed the subject, but he still replied, "It's the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month."

It turned out that it was already the sixth day of the junior high school, so it was the day after tomorrow.

Did Li Zhiying really give the roster to Li Zhiyuan? What is his plan?

Will Li Zhiyuan kill Li Zhiying?

Doubts always lingered in his heart, Chen Jingyu thought over and over again, and said softly, "On the eighth day of the lunar new year, Your Majesty, be careful in everything."

Li Zhiyuan caught something, and asked, "What do you mean?"

However, Chen Jingyu didn't want to say that he owed too many people in his life, if Li Zhiying died because of him again, he would have no face to live on.

The only thing he could give Li Zhiyuan was this reminder, a smart person like Li Zhiyuan would not fail to understand what he meant.

He only hoped that Li Zhiyuan could give Li Zhiying a way out by thinking about his brotherhood.

The night was thick, and there was no sound in the house.

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It snowed lightly on the eighth day of the lunar new year, and Xiaoyu brought Chen Jingyu medicine to drink as usual, and brought a bowl of hot Laba porridge, and said a lot of auspicious words.

Chen Jingyu didn't have much appetite, but he still ate half a bowl to save face.

There is a banquet in the palace tonight, Li Zhiyuan will not come, Chen Jingyu is worried, afraid of hearing some bad news.

Seeing that he was lost, Xiaoyu coaxed him to be happy and said, "Master, there will be fireworks in the palace later. I heard from the old palace people that the fireworks will illuminate the sky like daytime. The servant will go out with you to watch later. OK?"

Chen Jingyu was restless, he didn't hear Xiaoyu's words clearly, only saw her expectant eyes and sweet smile, so he nodded in agreement.

"The servant puts down the bowl first."

She said, walking happily outside the house.

Before leaving the door, he turned around and said, "Master, today is Laba. In the past, the slave's parents would tell the slave that he would be one year older to make the slave more sensible...The slave does not need the master to be sensible. The slave only wants the master to be happy, don't be sad anymore."

Chen Jingyu was overwhelmed by the warmth in his heart. He was about to say something when there was a bang outside, and the sky suddenly lit up, followed by the continuous sound of fireworks going off.

Xiaoyu's eyes lit up, she couldn't wait to open the door, and said, "Master, set off the fireworks..."

A sharp sword came in from the door, and in a blink of an eye, Xiaoyu's smiling face froze on her face, and the porcelain bowl in her hand fell to the ground, covered by the sound of fireworks outside.

Chen Jingyu watched helplessly as the chattering little girl collapsed in front of her, becoming a speechless corpse.

He felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, trembling all over his body, the men in black outside the door raised their knives, and the living people gradually became silent in front of Chen Jingyu's eyes.

"Xiaoyu..." He stood up in a daze, and shouted again, "Xiaoyu!"

Only the man in black responded to him, "Master Chen, His Highness Third is waiting outside, there is no need to delay, you go with your subordinates."

Third Highness... Li Zhiying.

On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, when the old people meet again.

It turned out that Li Zhiying's target was not Li Zhiyuan, but himself.

Chen Jingyu was dizzy and felt a sharp pain in his heart. When the man in black stepped forward, his body took precedence over his thoughts, and he had already snatched the sword from the man in black. The man in black was defenseless. It touched his neck, blood sprayed out, and splashed on Chen Jingyu's face and hands, immediately stained with blood.

"She's only 14, why..."

Chen Jingyu's eyes were all red, he dropped his sword, and staggered forward, trying to pick up Xiaoyu who was lying in a pool of blood.

Fang approached, and a figure that was too familiar appeared in front of him.

Li Zhiying was dressed in night clothes, his handsome cheeks were stained with blood, and his eyes were full of hostility, like the emissary of Abi who came from hell.

"Jingyu, leave with the main hall."

Li Zhiying grabbed Chen Jingyu's hand, and Chen Jingyu shook it off without hesitation.

"why?"

Why do all the people who are kind to him end in tragedy?

Li Zhiying didn't know why, but he said with certainty, "This hall can't lose everything."

And Chen Jingyu is the only chess piece left on his chessboard that can win.

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