Queen's Detective

The dinner was served in Li Yan's Chongxiao Hall, and the Empress Dowager ordered the Imperial Dining Room to cook some delicious dishes and delivered them over.Li Yan's Chongxiao Palace is the place where he grew up. Although this courtyard is not as big as Guanghe Palace, Yan Sanbai saw it, and the scenery is the best in the entire palace, such as the Imperial Garden that he visited just now fine.

In the courtyard in front of Chongxiao Hall, there are patches of peach blossoms, and a curved Jiushui River. A small vermilion wooden bridge crosses the river obliquely, with two palace lanterns hanging on the bridge head. The scenery is quite unique.

There are koi carps in the Jiuqu River, and Xiao Zongzi likes those fish very much. Her small body is lying on the railing of the small vermilion bridge, and it takes a long time to see it.

It was already late when the dinner was served, and the palace lanterns in Chongxiao Palace were all lit up, only then did Yan Sanbai realize that there were also faintly visible small palace lanterns among the peach blossom trees.

"My Li family is originally from the south of the Yangtze River. My uncle was afraid that I would miss my hometown without my parents, so he rebuilt the Chongxiao Palace for me to imitate the style of my hometown." Li Yan pointed to the bridge with a smile on his lips. "You see, the national treasury was running low at the time, and the bridge was built after my uncle ordered people to dismantle some tables and chairs."

The uncle Li Yan was talking about was naturally the current emperor. Everyone in the world said that the uncle and nephew were as close as father and son, which showed it.It's just that although Li Yan was raised by the emperor, he went to Luoyang after he became an adult. He didn't hold military power, and he seldom even interfered with court affairs, so there was another kind of rumor among the people.

After all, if Li Yan's father survived, then the throne would naturally be passed on to Li Yan.

But of course Yan Sanbai would not mention these rumors in front of Li Yan. Once involved in the matter of the deep palace compound, it may be difficult to break free for the rest of his life.

Li Yan didn't mention it to him, and the two sat down at the table.

"Young master Yan belongs to the Yan family in the north?"

Yan Sanbai nodded, "It's just that the huge Yan family died in the war, and now there is only one old servant who guards the family's foundation alone, and I haven't returned for many years."

The Yan family was a well-known powerful family in the former dynasty, and its influence in the northern corner was comparable to that of the imperial court, but this was a matter of the former dynasty after all. In today's Great Zhou, not many people remember that once prominent family anymore.It is also a miracle that Yan Sanbai survived.

At this time, the little zongzi ran over, climbed up on the stool and sat alone, holding the chopsticks in a decent manner, like a little adult, without any help from others.

The two big ones started to drink alone under the moonlight, and the little zongzi was coaxed by Li Yan to drink some wine, his cheeks suddenly became flushed, his hand holding the chopsticks was unsteady, and he insisted on picking up vegetables for Li Yan and Yan Sanbai.

Li Yan laughed at the side, and Yan Sanbai couldn't help laughing, but he wasn't as unkind as he was, and took the initiative to pass the bowl over to prevent the little zongzi from crying because it couldn't be pinched in the right place.

After a while, the queen sent someone to pick up the little zongzi. Apart from the maids and eunuchs, only Li Yan and Yan Sanbai were left in the huge Chongxiao Palace.Yan Sanbai brought up the old matter again, and planned to leave early tomorrow morning.

Li Yan no longer obstructed him, and smiled casually, "Then when you wake up tomorrow, Ling Ding can take you out of the palace. I get up late, so I won't see you off."

Yan Sanbai: "..."

"What, are you angry?" Li Yan asked with a smile.

"No."

"I just don't like parting, and you want to leave. This king is also sad." Li Yan joked.

Yan Sanbai said: "If there is a destiny, we will meet each other in the future."

Unknowingly, the topic turned to fate again. Li Yan liked to talk about these unfathomable things, so he took Yan Sanbai to drink a few more glasses.Yan Sanbai was overwhelmed with alcohol, and when he returned to the wing room after dinner, his head was already dizzy, he forced himself to wash up, crawled into the soft bed and fell asleep.

The next day, Li Yan really didn't get up until the sun was up. After changing his clothes, he planned to go out for a walk. When he ran into Lone Ding, he asked, "Where is Yan Sanbai? Are you sending him away?"

Ling Ding looked at his master strangely, "Didn't Hero Yan also wake up?"

"Not up yet?" Li Yan slapped his palms with the folding fan, thinking: Could it be that he was really drunk?

Li Yan hurriedly turned around and knocked on the door of the wing room, but there was no answer, so he pushed the door open and walked in. He saw a small bag bulging on the bed, and a few strands of black hair spread on the pillow, but he couldn't see his face.

Li Yan shook his head and smiled, Yan Xiatan's sleeping posture was like a child's.

"Brother Yan?" Li Yan went over and patted the bulging hill.

"Hmm..." Only then did Xiao Shan start to move. The people inside moved slowly, and after a while, they finally revealed half of their face with difficulty.

Yan Sanbai's lips were pale, his cheeks were reddish, his black eyebrows that looked like distant mountains were slightly frowned, and he opened his eyes slightly, there was a sense of weakness between his brows.

"My lord...is it noon now?" Seeing the bright sky, Yan Sanbai suddenly realized that he had missed the time, and hurriedly wanted to sit up.Unexpectedly, a pair of big hands reached out and pressed his shoulder firmly, "Don't move."

Pressing the slightly cold palm to his forehead, Yan Sanbai suddenly felt much more comfortable in his drowsy head, so he stayed still obediently.

But Li Yan frowned, turned around and said, "Ling Ding, go ask the imperial physician."

Yan Sanbai's illness came too suddenly, he was obviously fine last night.

After a while, the imperial physician arrived in a hurry. He thought something was wrong with the King of Luoyang, so he ran all the way in a hurry.It was only after entering the Chongxiao Palace that the King of Luoyang was well, but there was a man lying on the bed.The imperial physician glanced briefly, and seeing Li Yan's unhappy face, he felt a little bit in his heart—this is good, this is definitely a master who cannot be neglected.

Thinking of this, he hastily took out the red thread from the medicine box and handed it to the bedside maid, "Quickly tie it on for her."

The maid froze for a while, but didn't answer.The imperial physician frowned and urged, "Hurry up!"

The maid gave him a strange look, then turned to look at Li Yan.Li Yan also gave the imperial physician a strange look, "Emperor Wang, the man...does he also need a silk thread to check his pulse?"

"Ah!" Doctor Wang was so surprised that the goatee on his chin trembled, and he hurriedly turned his head to take a closer look, and saw the sick beauty on the bed coughed and stretched out her hand, "Doctor Wang, I'm a man next time, you can directly check the pulse." That's it."

Physician Wang suddenly felt that his face was dull, and hurriedly sat over to check his pulse, but he took a look at the white wrist, and then looked up at the face, it's not his fault!

Yan Sanbai was also very embarrassed at the moment. Although he was ill, his mind was still flexible. He didn't know what the imperial physician was thinking. Most likely... he mistook him for Li Yan's confidante.

"Doctor Wang, is he alright?" Li Yan approached and asked.

Doctor Wang urgently needed to restore his image in front of the King of Luoyang, so he stroked his goatee and said, "Your Majesty, don't worry, this young master doesn't have a cold, his cheeks are slightly red, and his body temperature is different from ordinary people's because he drank too much wine." , because of sleeping under the quilt for another night, it will subside naturally after a while."

"What?" Li Yan blinked, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Yan Sanbai also blushed, really wanting to escape immediately with light work.

"However," Wang Taiji said again: "This young master's stomach is very bad. He has been eating irregularly for a long time and has not taken care of himself. He must have eaten too much last night and drank a lot of wine. His stomach is overwhelmed, so the young master's face is so pale. Not good. Is it still uncomfortable at the moment?"

Faced with Wang Taiyi's efforts to make himself look kind and kind, Yan Sanbai wanted to die forever.

Such an etiology is not as good as wind and cold.

Taking a sneak peek at Li Yan, sure enough, this person has put on a serious face.

"The complexion is so bad, how can I bear it?" Li Yan waited for Yan Sanbai to answer, and told Wang Taiyi to prescribe medicine to recuperate, Yan Sanbai wanted to talk, he directly passed him a cold look to tell him to shut up, and raised his hands All showed a strong wind.

Physician Wang was ordered to prescribe medicine immediately, and when he was sent out of the Chongxiao Palace, he looked back at the wing room just now, and had a new idea in his heart like a galloping horse - he had never heard of anyone brought back by His Royal Highness the King of Luoyang before. Gong, so he just missed.But now seeing His Royal Highness Luoyang's caring look, he wouldn't...has the habit of Longyang, right? !

Imperial Physician Wang seemed to be enlightened for a moment, this is terrible, I have to forget it quickly, forget it!

In the room, Yan Sanbai rubbed his nose, pondered for a while, and thought of something to say before he spoke to Li Yan who was sitting at the table with his back turned to him.

"My lord..." But just after he said two words, he was interrupted again.

"What else do you want to say?" Li Yan looked at him with raised eyebrows, threw the medical skills in his hand on the table, and said with a 'snap', "Do you still think you are a six-year-old child? , both civil and military, how can you not cherish your body so much?"

If you talk about wind and cold, you can be careless, but this stomach problem is completely self-inflicted.

It was the first time Yan Sanbai had been trained, and it was his first experience in the Jianghu. He couldn't help but feel uneasy, "Actually, it's not hard to be here..."

"Do you want me to find a mirror for you to look at?" Li Yan squinted his Danfeng eyes and glanced at it, which was quite breathtaking.

"That's... there's no need..." Yan Sanbai's voice trailed off.He knew that he must have a bad complexion, but when he said he was uncomfortable, it was really not that uncomfortable.The reason is probably the habit of pain.

But after a while, the maid came in with the medicine, Yan Sanbai saw Li Yan stretching out his hand to check the temperature of the bowl wall, and the depression in his heart disappeared again.When Li Yan came over with the bowl, he held his breath very cooperatively, and Li Yan's face looked better.

Ling Ding secretly sweated for Yan Sanbai in the back—his lord is actually a good man who cares about all kinds of business, and Yan Daxia is also pleasing to his eyes, so he doesn't care about his body, of course the lord won't Let it go.

Yan Sanbai was very sensible and didn't mention the matter of going to Yunyou anymore, because Li Yan smiled and said to him - Yunyou?Are you looking like you want to return to the Western Paradise?

At this point, Yan Sanbai completely died down.

In the afternoon, Xiao Zongzi came over.Hearing that Brother Yan was sick and bedridden, he brought a small basket of food over to visit him, lay down beside the bed, and touched Yan Sanbai's head, "Brother Yan wants to eat well."

Yan Sanbai: "..."

Who can know my heart is sad?

I don't know if the little zongzi opened some strange seals, but in one afternoon, Yan Sanbai welcomed several waves of visiting patients.

The Empress Dowager, the Empress, and the empresses of the various palaces, although they did not come in person due to the difference between men and women, their hearts arrived, and even the emperor sent condolences from the Imperial Study Room.

Yan Sanbai himself was very surprised when he had such popularity.

For the next few days, Yan Sanbai recuperated in Chongxiao Hall, and was fed various bitter medicines by Li Yan, and then supervised the three meals.

Li Yan often sat on the chair in his room, playing with the folding fan or jade in his hand, admiring the heroic posture of Yan Sanbai drinking the medicine with a smile on his lips.

Fortunately, Li Yan wasn't in Chongxiao Palace all day, he was away for half a day.

This day Yan Sanbai woke up a bit late, the pain in his stomach had gradually disappeared, so he put on a white robe and got out of bed, opened the window, and heard the rain hitting the eaves, the sound of tick-tock-tick-tick.

There was a patter of spring rain outside, but the peach blossoms all over the courtyard had bloomed at some point, and a quiet fragrance came over my face.

Li Yan didn't seem to be there, Yan Sanbai could smell the long-lost freedom in the air.

So he pushed open the door and walked along the wooden corridor, with vermilion carved windows on one side and rainy eaves on the other, which was somewhat poetic.

It's just that after a few steps, freedom is gone.

He saw Li Yan sitting cross-legged in the front corridor, behind him was the open door of the main hall, and in front of him was a small desk, sometimes he looked up at the peach blossoms in the courtyard through the sparse rain curtain, and sometimes he lowered his head and scribbled with a brush wearing something.

Li Yan has always given people the impression that he is suave and playful, and Yan Sanbai has never seen him with such a focused expression, as if living alone in a world, with nothing else around him.

So Yan Sanbai couldn't help but curiously looked at the piece of rice paper spread out on the case table, and saw a painting vividly on the paper, it was an ink-colored tree, light-colored rain, a few strokes but quite charming .There is an inscription next to it - and cut the peach blossom into a catty.

There is a bit of madness in the neat word, and the peach blossom is cut into a catty, showing a bit of celebrity pride in the beauty, which is worthy of the handwriting of the King of Luoyang.But he still seemed a little dissatisfied, and suddenly asked: "How much does a catty of peach blossoms go with fine wine?"

Yan Sanbai paused, there was no one else here, Li Yan must have sensed him coming.

After thinking for a while, Yan Sanbai replied, "Three coins."

Li Yan's eyes lit up, he immediately picked up his pen, and wrote the next sentence——Three coins for fine wine in exchange for a false name.

"How about it, Zhuangyuanlang, do these two sentences of mine catch your eye?" Li Yan turned around and asked with a smile.

Yan Sanbai had already given up on correcting his 'Zhuangyuanlang' problem, so he ignored it.As far as the verses are concerned, he liked the artistic conception of these two sentences very much, so he nodded truthfully.

"Wait, I'll do a trick for you." Li Yan was happy for Yan Sanbai's honesty, so he changed another pen, dipped some cinnabar, and tapped it lightly on the rice paper like flowing water.

Yan Sanbai looked carefully, and saw that on the black peach tree, thick or light peach blossoms gradually opened, one after another, small and exquisite.The pen in Li Yan's hand seemed to be alive, jumping on the paper, and every time he tapped, a flower bloomed.

write like an angel.This word suddenly popped into Yan Sanbai's head, Li Yan's painting is not a trick, but better than a trick, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.

After finishing the painting, Li Yan put down the pen, moved the rice paper to Yan Sanbai's direction, "Send it to you."

Yan Sanbai was stunned, "Send me?"

Li Yan smiled casually, "In the future, when you travel around the rivers and lakes, if you run out of money, you can still sell it, so I won't have to hear the news that my old friend died of a stomach attack and died in a foreign land."

Yan Sanbai: "..."

How long are you going to talk about this?

At this time, Ding ran in alone holding an umbrella, his footsteps hurried, and the peace of the courtyard was broken.

"My lord! It's bad! Miss Qin Sang fell to her death!"

Volume Two: The Bookman