Dream Hua Embers Records

Indoors, a lamp is like a bean.

Yan Qihao sat blankly by the bed, looking at the flushed and unconscious Yan Yin.

Dr. Peng gave Yan Yin an injection and also administered medicine. He only said that Mr. Sanlang's pulse is stable and there is no serious problem. He can't tell why when he checks the situation in the morning.

Qing Bo held a candlestick and put it on the high table in front of Yan Qihao.

"Does Yin'er never light candles?" Yan Qihao asked.

Qing Bo nodded, "Mr. Sanlang said that he has no books to read, so he can just light an oil lamp. It doesn't need to be so wasteful. Only last night he wanted to practice calligraphy, so he ordered this old slave to light this candlestick."

Yan Qihao was startled, he usually only saw this child dressed in gold and silver, more elegant than the prince and princess, only heard the rumor that this child wanted the stars in the sky, and the emperor wished to take them off for him.The extravagance and extravagance he brought home on the day he came home was unprecedented, and all the clothes and utensils he brought were extremely exquisite... Such a child can actually say that there is no need to spend extravagantly?Can you cherish candlelight and only light oil lamps?

"Practice calligraphy? What kind of calligraphy does he practice?" Yan Qihao asked.

Qing Bo hurriedly handed over the stack of small papers, and explained, "This is the paper cut from those paintings."

Yan Qihao took it over and took a look, and saw that it was a booklet the size of half a palm, and the small pieces of paper were bound into a butterfly dress, which was very delicate.Every page above was filled with neat small script. Yan Qihao knew that the pen was just an ordinary brush used for bookkeeping, and it still required a lot of skill to write such characters with it.

Yan Qihao read the pages one by one, and the more he read, the more frightened he became. On each page, there were one or two names of court officials, and below were one or two comments about the officials.At first Yan Qihao thought it was Yan Yin's evaluation of them, but after looking at the back, the more he looked at it, the more he looked at the tone of his third brother the emperor.

Yin'er, what does this mean?Why write out the emperor's comments on these officials?Yan Qihao looked through it again and found that these officials were all at odds with him or had impeached him.

An ominous thought came to Yan Qihao, Yan Qihao only felt his scalp numb and his whole body was cold, this... looks like it was written for himself, writing so much in one breath, why is it so like last words? Are you looking for death?

Yan Qihao was taken aback by his own thought, and quickly asked Uncle Qing, "What else did Yin'er say these days? What did you do?"

Under the lamp, Yan Qihao's face looked ghastly, and Qing Bo's forehead was covered with sweat. He had already faintly felt that Yan Yin's drowning was a bit strange. Seeing Yan Qihao like this, he probably thought of this part too.Although Qing Bo thought so in his heart, he didn't dare to say it out loud, he just replied politely, "He only said to ask the old slave to ask the manager to tell the prince that the lake circle is in the mansion, which is not good for Feng Shui."

Yan Qihao frowned and pondered, "Is there any more?"

"Also, Mr. Sanlang was depressed all day, as if he was waiting for someone. The old slave told him that the prince and Mr. Erlang had gone to the barracks, and he said, 'That's good, I'm relieved'."

"Freed?" Yan Qihao frowned, thinking about the meaning of these three words.

Suddenly Yan Yin seemed to be in a nightmare, her whole body twitched a few times, her hands and feet tensed as if they were cramping.

"Yin'er! Yin'er!" Yan Qihao hurriedly stroked Yan Yin's body, as if this could help him share the pain.

After a while, Yan Yin babbled a few words and calmed down.

Yan Qihao breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Is he so restless when he usually sleeps?"

Qing Bo shook his head, "I don't know."

"How could you not know?" Yan Qihao raised his voice.

Qing Bo tremblingly replied, "Old slave... usually sleeps next door."

"Didn't I ask you to serve him personally?!" Yan Qihao was furious, but he didn't dare to raise his voice.

Qing Bo knelt down with a thud, "Mr. Sanlang said that when he was in Zhongdu, he always slept alone, and he couldn't sleep well when there were other people in the room."

"Can't sleep well when there are other people around?" Yan Qihao murmured, isn't he a caring and reliable person?

"That's right! Mr. San Lang once asked about the whereabouts of a father-in-law, and he said that he had white hair and couldn't speak..."

"Shu Yu! You mean Shu Yu?!" Yan Qihao stood up excitedly, and pressed Qing Bo's shoulder.

Uncle Qing didn't understand, and looked at Yan Qihao in confusion.

"Get up first, Yin'er, what else did he say about this father-in-law?" Yan Qihao said slowly, restraining his excitement.

"Mr. Sanlang only said that he was worried that the father-in-law had nowhere to go, and that he didn't know if he would temporarily go to the Huimin Department to live."

"Huimin Department?!" Yan Qihao slapped his thigh, "Why did I forget him?! Hurry up! Find someone to take my letter and go to Huimin Department overnight. Be sure to invite Dai Miracle Doctor to pass the house, just say Yiner He is ill and urgently needs his treatment!"

As soon as Dai Zihe entered the door, he didn't care about others, so he pulled Yan Yin's arm to check his pulse, untied Yan Yin's clothes, and injected needles on several acupuncture points.

Yan Qihao watched from the side, seeing Dai Zihe Hei's face, he didn't know good or bad.I wanted to ask, but I was a little guilty and didn't dare to speak.

Dai Zihe pointed at the wound on Yan Yin's chest, where the broken porcelain was cut, and said coldly, "What's the matter with this wound?"

The wound was an inch long and deep. It had been soaked by the lake water, and the muscles rolled out. It looked very serious.

Yan Qihao opened his mouth, but he still couldn't say that the words were typed by himself.

"Hmph!" Dai Zihe sneered, "I'm afraid he was beaten by the prince?"

Yan Qihao didn't say anything, but the embarrassing expression on his face had already admitted everything.

"My lord is really generous! This position, a little deeper, will be pierced into the heart. When the Da Luo Jinxian comes, there will be no way to recover. Isn't the lord not afraid at all? This is not the first time this kind of thing happened. , if the lord hates this child so much, how about adopting it to me?" Dai Zihe said lightly while applying medicine to the wound.

"How can I do that!?" Yan Qihao was anxious.

"This child was congenitally deficient, and the day after tomorrow he was mistaken by a quack doctor, and his care was not appropriate. When his mother was newly bereaved, he was physically and mentally weak, and he traveled long distances in the army and slept in the open. After being beaten by the prince, he was drenched in the rain again. One night. His physical condition, the emperor should have told the prince when he first went to Zhongdu, otherwise he would not have given the prince a marriage... He may not be very clear about his physical condition. Since the prince knows everything, If you still treat him like this, what else is it if you don't hate him?"

"Doesn't it mean that there is no serious problem if you take good care of it? What disease has not been cured after seven years of treatment?" Yan Qihao frowned, very strange.He has been in the army all year round, and he is used to seeing those soldiers who are born, aged, sick, and died. He is injured and will take care of him for a while. On the battlefield, I have never heard of someone who has been ill for more than ten years without any obvious symptoms.

Dai Zihe shook his head, "Children of rich and noble families are different from those of poor and lowly families. If he was born in a poor and lowly family with his physique, he would die before his first birthday. He was very thoughtful and survived, but his body was extremely poor and could not bear the slightest wind, cold and fatigue. Just like the plum blossom, if you force it to be moved to the extreme north, if you take good care of it, it will still survive. But an oversight, or a sudden change in the weather, could easily kill you."

Yan Qihao remained silent, feeling overwhelmed with regret and regret.

"He was supposed to take the medicine for three months from Lidong to Lichun. I'm afraid he didn't take a single medicine when he came to the mansion?"

Yan Qihao couldn't even say a word.

"He should still have a stick wound on his body, and it must have been beaten by the prince. I don't know what mistake he made, but it must not be a big mistake. If it was a big mistake, the prince would have beaten him so hard that he couldn't get out of bed, so he wouldn't be drowning. "

Dai Zihe's tone was cold and unhurried, but it sounded harsh and sharp like a knife.It was only then that Yan Qihao realized that when Yan Yin said those harsh words, his tone was exactly the same as that of Dai Zihe.

Yan Qihao opened his mouth, and was about to say something to explain, but he woke up when he heard Yan Yin moaning on the bed.

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