Dream Hua Embers Records

That night, the hot soup was ready. Yan Yin drank the medicine and asked worriedly, "Did you get it from Huimin Pharmacy?"

"Yes..." Qing Bo replied vaguely, not daring to look into Yan Yin's eyes.

Yan Yin didn't notice Qing Bo's strangeness, but was just in a daze.

"Bring me my paintings, and a pair of scissors." Yan Yin suddenly ordered.

Qing Boy took the things over according to his words.Yan Yin picked up the scissors and cut out the blank parts of the paintings piece by piece.

"Hey! Mr. Sanlang, what are you doing?" Qing Bolian called it a pity.

Yan Yin smiled, "It's nothing to be sorry about. I have the skills in me, and I can draw at any time. The ink, paper and inkstone are not good. The painting is not good, so I can't keep it."

Seeing Yan Yin cutting the uninked parts of the drawing paper into palm-sized pieces of the same size, Qing Bo didn't know what he was going to do, and he was very puzzled.

Yan Yin tilted her head and smiled, "The wound hurts, I can't sleep, I want to practice calligraphy, Uncle Qing, go to bed first."

"Didn't you take the medicine? The wound still hurts?"

Yan Yin smiled meaningfully, "That medicine is not for pain relief..."

In the early morning of the next day, Yan Yin stared blankly at the gate of the courtyard by the window, as if she was waiting for someone, but until noon, no one stepped into the small courtyard.

Uncle Qing thought he was waiting for Yan Qihao, so he hurriedly explained, "My lord went to the barracks today, and he took Mr. Erlang with him."

"Oh?" Yan Yin raised her eyebrows, a little surprised, then lowered her eyes in a bit of disappointment, and sighed softly, "Alright, I'm relieved..."

After a while, Yan Yin asked again, "If I remember correctly, today is the birthday of the elder brother, right?"

"Yes..." Qing Bo sighed softly.

"Father... did you bring the lake circle into the mansion?"

"That's right, the dead body of the prince, for some reason, could never be retrieved, so the prince enclosed the entire lake in the mansion, and every winter when the water was dry, he ordered people to drain the lake to find it. After three years, I still haven't found it, and it's just been two years."

"You have to talk to Xie De some time, let him find an opportunity to persuade the father, this is not good, not to mention the Feng Shui of the palace, the wife of the mansion, too few people, the yang will be weak, for women and children His health is disadvantageous. There are also some officials in Central Capital, who impeached the father because of this, saying that Yiwang’s mansion occupies a larger area than the imperial palace... It’s better to circle it.”

"Hey, Mr. Sanlang, wouldn't it be better for you to tell the prince yourself?"

"Heh, my father is not willing to listen to me. The same words taste good when they come out of other people's mouths, but they stink when they come out of my mouth." Yan Yin sighed.

Seeing that there was a deep estrangement between the father and son, Qing Bo didn't know how to persuade him, so he rubbed his hands together anxiously.

"Uncle Qing, I beg you, you must promise me." Yan Yin said suddenly.

"Mr. Saburo, tell me."

"I want to go out for a while and sit at the gate of Mother's Crane Garden."

"This..." Uncle Qing hesitated, "Mr. Sanlang, you remember wrongly. The princess's memorial day is tomorrow."

"I know... I have a lot of things to say, and I want to tell my mother, but I feel uncomfortable in my heart. I can't wait for tomorrow. I still want to go to the lake to see my brother. Is it okay for a stick of incense?"

These days, although Yan Qihao issued a ban not allowing Yan Yin to step out of the hospital, he did not send guards to guard him, but Yan Yin also obeyed the ban obediently, never taking a step out of the gate.

Seeing that Yan Yin was so depressed all day long, Qing Bo felt pity in his heart, so he nodded and urged, "Go and come back quickly, don't let anyone catch you, you must come back before dinner!"

To the west of the palace is a piece of water. Originally, only a corner was brought into the palace as a part of the garden, but now the entire water surface is surrounded by walls and fences, making it a part of the palace.Although the area of ​​the water surface is not large, the banks are winding and winding. This is the place where Yan Yin's elder brother Yan Zhang drowned.

Although winter had just entered at this time, it was cold early this year, and a thin layer of ice had already formed on the water.

On the shore, there were two small figures in black and blue forged gowns.The bigger one has eight auspicious patterns on the clothes, and the smaller one has the pattern of flowers and beads.The skirt was trimmed with snow-white rabbit fur, which was exactly the same as the one on Yan Yin's body.

These two children are Yan Yin's two younger brothers, Yan Qin and Yan Tong.

Yan Qin was carrying a small bow, with a sword barrel hanging from his waist, with his mouth pursed, his body straightened, and he walked without looking sideways, as if he was a bit of an adult.But Yan Tong was bouncing up and down, he refused to even walk properly, as he walked, he leaned over to pick up a stone and threw it towards the ice.

With a crisp sound, the ice cracked suddenly, and the water rushed up. It was obvious that the ice was only a thin layer.

"It's so boring, it's only frozen in such a thin layer." Yan Tong complained with a pouted mouth.

"What do you want to do? You can't go down to play even if the frozen porcelain is too solid, and you haven't had enough beatings last year?" Yan Qin acted like an older brother.

"Last year was last year, this year is this year, I'm one year older, can't I still skate?" Yan Tong objected.

"It doesn't matter how big it is." Yan Qin was serious.

"Hmph, you are not the father, what you say doesn't count!"

"If you don't believe me, you can ask your father, and I guarantee it's exactly the same as what I said!"

Yan Tong was not convinced, rolled his eyes, pointed to the bow on Yan Qin's back and asked, "Have you practiced for so long, can you shoot?"

"Of course!" Yan Qin took off the bow, and drew it perfectly, neatly and neatly.

Yan Tong pouted, "Who knows how to draw a bow, then shoot a bird and show me!"

Yan Qin looked up and saw a few crows circling among the tall birch branches.Yan Qin swallowed a mouthful of saliva, it was too high, let alone hit it, even if he could shoot that far, he was not sure, but he didn't want to lose face in front of his younger brother, so he said, "What do you know? Even drawing the bow requires three months of practice before setting up an arrow!"

"What's so difficult about it! You still need to practice for three months? Look at me!" Yan Tong snatched the bow, and after a struggle with his arms, he pulled the bow away.

Yan Tong himself had several accidents, and he was extremely excited. He scratched his eyelids with his fingers, wiggled his tongue, made a face at Yan Qin, and said with a smile, "It's such a simple thing, I don't need to do it, but you have to practice three times." Month, what an idiot."

Yan Qin was robbed, and her face was flushed with anger, "What's so great about being able to draw a bow, can you shoot an arrow?"

"Of course!" Yan Tong said, drawing an arrow from the sword barrel.

"Don't!" Yan Qin was anxious, "The teacher said that in the mansion, you can't shoot arrows outside the shooting range. What if you shoot someone?"

Yan Tong didn't pay any attention, "Who is there?" As he said that, he drew his bow and set up an arrow without a teacher, and shot the arrow.

The arrow was going slowly, crooked, and shot straight into the reeds on the bank.

A low exclamation came from the reeds.

"Shot someone?" The faces of the two children turned pale in an instant.

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