The prince in the cold palace

Seeing Yin Wuyao's injuries gradually recovering, Zhi Po became more and more worried.

On the first day, when feeding him porridge, he would talk and laugh lightly, sometimes obsessing over things from his childhood with concern; on the second day, the emperor, who was used to getting up early and going to court, slept until the sun was high, and shook him hard to wake him up, his eyes were foggy for a long time On the third day, not only couldn’t get up in the morning, but also drowsiness during the day, when he was clearly talking, he heard steady breathing the next moment, and he was already soundly asleep; on the fourth day, he didn’t wake up all day Pass……

It's the seventh day now, and Yin Wuyao hasn't opened his eyes for three days.

There is no fever, the wound has not deteriorated, and his complexion looks good. Even the tanned skin from the wind and camp has been whitened, but he does not wake up.

Zhi Fei thought of a vegetable.

Although the vegetative state was caused by unconsciousness due to serious injuries, and Yin Wuyao fell into sleep without any symptoms, no matter how you think about it, it feels weird.

He carefully checked the medicines on the table, and none of them could produce such effects, and the wild vegetables and rice he ate were also fine. So, what's going on?

That sleeping face was faint, as if he was having a good dream.

Suddenly he felt afraid.

The strange and dangerous environment, the vaguely turbulent current situation, and the powerless emperor who fell into a deep sleep beside him, seemed to be the only one left in the world.

However, he must not be afraid.

He wants to live, and they all want to live.

When Zhi Fei was trying to wake Yin Wuyao up, someone angrily pushed open the door, and the bamboo hut made a creaking sound of trampling. He turned his head and was pushed aside, The fiery red skirt appeared in the field of vision, from this angle, Zhi Fei could only see her side face.

At the age of about 20 years old, the long black hair is tied into an exquisite bun, and the simple and light makeup reveals the beauty of the woman to the fullest. The slender eyebrows, small and round lips, a little crimson red, have boundless strength of character .

"My lord!" She threw herself on the edge of Yin Wuyao's bed, not daring to take a step forward, but cautiously reached for the man's wrist, pinched her slender fingers lightly, her complexion changed suddenly, and her trembling lips slowly spit out a few syllables, "how so……"

Zhi Fei stood up, walked to her side, looked at the pale woman, "What's wrong with him?"

Only then did the woman recall that there was another person in the room, her dark eyes widened, her brows stood upright, "Who are you? Why did your lord become like this!"

Reluctantly, he turned his eyes to Yin Wuyao who was lying quietly on the bed, reluctantly, "I waited for ten years...to see you again...but..."

The admiration and infatuation in these words are not what a subordinate should have, but how many women are not moved by someone like Yin Wuyao?

At the age of 20, in this era, she is already the mother of two or three children.

She must be the "spy" Yin Wuyao called, although Zhifei didn't expect it to be a woman at the first time.

Zhi Fei suppressed the complicated look in his eyes, knelt down and patted the woman's shoulder as if to comfort her, and then briefly told her what happened between them.

The woman just frowned after hearing this, and sneered in a low voice, "Your Highness? You really didn't lie to me?"

Zhi Fei was puzzled, "What I said is true."

The woman shook her head and looked at Zhi Po calmly, "First of all, I am serving the Lord, not you. If you let me know that you have secretly attacked the Lord, even if there is a thunderbolt, I will kill you. "

The sternness and gloomyness in his eyes made Zhi Fei shudder, such a murderous aura was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

"My lord's poison needs rest. In the days to come, I will devote myself to dispensing medicine for my lord. As for Your Highness... I think His Highness will be willing to share the Lord's worries and pay attention to the news in the village instead of me?" Fei responded, the woman seemed to be in conflict with Zhi Fei, and said impatiently, "I work as a pharmacist in this village, and this is my medicine hut. Generally, people in the village will not go near the medicine hut unless they are injured. The lord must know this so he can heal his wounds here with peace of mind." The scholarly family nodded mechanically, but what was in his mind was the reason for Yin Wuyao's deep sleep.

The tightly frowning eyebrows were held down with fingers, and the woman unceremoniously flicked her fingers at the stubborn brows, "Your Highness, don't be in a daze, follow me up the mountain and enter the village after packing up, and I'll tell you It’s a distant relative who came to join me, don’t worry, the people in the village are not as thoughtful as you are in the palace, so it’s easy to deal with, as long as you don’t say anything. The name… let’s call it Zifei.”

Unexpectedly, he glanced at Zhifei, only to see that his brows were furrowed even more tightly.

"What? Don't like it, or do you have another name?" The woman asked dissatisfied.

What other name can be used, Zhi Fei slowly shook his head, "Just this one, it sounds good."

The woman in red's name is Nineteen, she was originally one of Yin Wuyao's shadow guards, the shadow guard's name is the number, and the lower shadow guards can't even be numbered.

It has been ten years since I pulled out Tianzhai in the nineteenth year, and it took ten years to gain the trust of the village owner. She has excellent medical skills, saved lives and healed the wounded, and became a living fairy in the village. And beautiful, very popular among bandits.

The creditor of Batianzhai, Shen Rongku, is a tall and strong man, with a beard that reaches to the ears, thick lips, a pair of terrifying eyes as big as Tongling when angry, and thick black eyebrows as wide as one finger. As soon as he sat in the hall, his imposing manner alone made people have to bow their heads.

Shen Rongku just waved his hand casually, and let Nineteen go on with his stubbornness.

Nineteen asked Zhi Po, "What will you do, I will arrange where you go."

Zhi Fei thought for a while, "Let's do the accounting, my father wants me to read carefully the accounting books submitted by the treasury every year, so I still have a little confidence in the accounting."

Nineteen nodded, and still didn't like to see Zhi Fei, "Then let's be an accountant. It happens that the accountant in the village, Zhang, has lost his eyesight recently, so you can go over and replace him."

With a cold tone and a businesslike attitude, Nineteen's suspicions about him have not been washed away, so he is always on guard, Zhi Fei sighed, and followed Nineteen through a hill before arriving at the simple accountant's room.

Batianzhai was built on the continuous hills of the mountain. There are not many trees, but the sandy soil in the northwest area is yellowish and dry. The vegetation here is relatively lush, and the terrain is also complicated. In addition, there are ten caves on other hilltops, each hilltop is a cave, and a cave master is set up to manage the many bandits below.

The place where the [-]th Dai Zhifei left is Erdong, which is very close to Shen Rongku’s mountain top, and the journey took less than half an hour, and the account room was also quiet, only after listening to the old Zhangtou explaining some things, the Zhifei began to check ledger.

Most of the bandits are illiterate men, and they respect the literate accountants very much. The old Zhangtou is a good man, and he has worked for many years.

Nineteen immediately returned to the medicine hut at the foot of the mountain after arranging the matter of Zhifei, and he didn't know when Yin Wuyao would wake up.

Since they are spies, it is natural to start with their accounts if they want to obtain information.

Zhi Fei looked at the thick papers piled up on the table, which had been accumulated for several months, forming a hill, which made Zhi Fei think of Zuo Gonggong every time he worked hard to carry the memorials.

I don't know if Wen Han, Mu Ao and the others are doing well. During these days of fleeing for their lives, Zhi Fei even gave up his longing.

It wasn't until he sat down, took a sip of tea of ​​poor texture, and studied the rough ink on the stone inkstone, that Zhifei had time to slowly sort out his thoughts.

He still had a lot of questions, and he didn't have time to ask Yin Wuyao.

For example, poisoning.

Yin Wuyao is very similar to his own situation back then.

Is it the poison under the fence?When and how did they poison?

Shijiu didn't say what kind of poison it was, just by looking at her face, she knew it was not an easy poison to cure. The medicines in the medicine house were basically wound medicines, laxatives, and typhoid medicines. Zhi Fei had never seen any other herbs. Could it be that Shijiu has another place to make medicine, but it is inconvenient to disclose it to himself.

Perhaps, Nineteen sent himself up the mountain because he was wary of himself.

In her eyes, only Yin Wuyao is the most important, her lord, she is willing to spend one decade after another for him.

Looking at the cursive handwriting in his hand, Zhi Hua shook his head and rubbed the paper, throwing it aside, he didn't understand why he was so irritable.

From Nineteen's eyes, Zhi Fei knew that although the poison was difficult to cure, it was not unsolvable.

Then, Yin Wuyao can be saved.

After checking the accounts of April this year, it was already noon. He started at [-] o'clock in the morning, and for nearly two hours, there was a musty smell in the hut that hadn't been cleaned for a long time. Not in a good mood in the house.

Stretching, Zhi Fei was about to go to the mountain stream to fetch some water, when he heard the door creak and was pushed open, and a shirtless man walked in, his face was full of excitement, "Zifei! Zifei! Look! See what is written here?"

Zhi Fei took the piece of paper from the man's hand and read slowly, "Fifty stones of rice, ten stones of flour, twenty altars of green bamboo leaves..."

When he heard "Twenty Altars of Zhuyeqing", the man's eyes lit up immediately, Zhi Fei smiled, "So much wine, who wants to treat?"

Probably because he was seen to be a drunkard, the man blushed when he heard this, and hesitated, "Yes, it's the village owner..." Zhi Fei frowned, "The village owner invited some guests for no reason. Is there any happy event in the village?"

The man immediately changed his disgusted face, "It's not those Xiao Fan'er! I came here once a year ago, and now I'm here again! Huh, Xiao Fan'er can't beat the court, so he hit us with his idea..." Suddenly realized Seeing that he said something terrible, he hurriedly covered his mouth with his hands, seeing that Zhifei really didn't understand anything, and stared at him blankly, the man smiled and let go, and patted Zhifei's shoulder vigorously, " It’s nothing, nothing, haha! Zifei, you quickly settle the accounts and allocate money to me so that I can lead my brothers down the mountain to buy.”

Zhi Fei smiled faintly, nodded, "Brother Han, wait, I'll send it to you in an hour."

Seeing off Han Dali, Zhi Fei clenched his fists irresistibly.