After refusing to marry the prince, the general regretted it too much

The plan to get out of the palace went smoothly.

Xie Heng went to the Martial Arts Field consecutively for almost a month. The Martial Arts Field, which was originally loosely guarded, has become heavily guarded. The guards are all direct descendants of the Eastern Palace.

Gu Mingzhao went there, pretended to fall, and stood up without even touching his buttocks on the ground. Before half a cup of tea passed, His Royal Highness, who was approving memorials in Mingde Palace, rushed over after hearing the news, holding His hand kindly bestowed a soft sedan chair.

The soft sedan did not go back to Ningguo Mansion, but went to a house that Gu Mingzhao bought in Tangjing.

Xie Heng took off the extremely eye-catching ordinary clothes of the crown prince with dragon and cloud patterns, and changed into moon-white casual clothes, holding a folding fan with white jade fan bones in his hand, making him look more and more handsome like a jade man.

Gu Mingzhao sat on the couch, put his hands on his "sick leg" bandaged by the imperial doctor, and tapped, looking very worried: "Your Highness, you have only practiced lightness kung fu for a month, and you can only bring a The two of you are really going to Dingguo Mansion?"

Xie Heng stood tall and tall in front of the bronze mirror, Yun Zhou was half-kneeling and arranging the accessories on his waist, when he heard this, he only gave him a sideways look and didn't answer.

Going to accompany Qin Ye for acupuncture, and by the way, make up for the misunderstanding caused by the nonsense that I didn't make up back then.

Gu Mingzhao said more and more vigorously: "Qin Ye's martial arts are very high, even if you bullied him to give acupuncture, and maybe drank some calming soup, wait for him to wake up..."

"Duke Dingguo's mansion occupies a large area, and there are high-walled corridors everywhere. If no one follows behind to deal with the aftermath, it will be difficult to run. You have been practicing footwork on flat ground during this time, and you have not practiced turning over. Wall or something..."

Xie Heng took off a jade pendant that was clearly made in the royal family, and threw it on Gu Mingzhao's head, but was dodged as expected: "I was entrusted by Mr. Guo to accompany him, not to sneak into the manor Li intends to rob a man from a good family."

A quarter of an hour later, Xie Heng stepped into the small gate of Duke Dingguo's mansion under Gu Mingzhao's earnest gaze.

When Xie Heng arrived, Miracle Doctor Guo's acupuncture had already ended.

The bitter smell of medicine in Zhiwei Hall was stronger than last time. A medicine bowl that had already bottomed out was placed on the small case, and a complete set of acupuncture tools was placed beside it. The sharp and shiny silver needles gleamed in the setting sun. Brightened, and shook Xie Heng's eyes.

Qin Ye was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, with sweat dripping from his forehead. It was obvious that he had just experienced some torture, but his face was very calm, as if he had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Xie Heng rarely saw Qin Ye being so quiet.

This person's facial features are too resolute and sharp, and he usually has a bit of indifference and alienation that rejects people thousands of miles away when he doesn't speak, but now lying on the bed with a pale face, he inevitably shows a bit of rare fragility.

Xie Heng looked at it, and became a little dazed.

Putting aside the previous few unseemly meetings, Qin Ye has finally shown the demeanor of the god of war in the book, at least, when teaching Xie Heng lightness kung fu and the court affairs. Demeanor and knowledge are first-class.

But this man is lying here now, tortured by the poison, and looks like he is being slaughtered.

An idea vaguely popped up in Xie Heng's mind.

This person should gallop freely on the battlefield, which belongs to his territory.

Instead of being sick on the couch and trapped in this small Tangjing like now...

Xie Heng lost his mind for a while, and his face was not as good-looking as before. Mr. Guo thought he was feeling sorry for Qin Ye, and he was relieved secretly, and comforted him: "Your Highness, don't worry, it's nothing serious."

"Young Master's appearance is not caused by acupuncture and moxibustion. It's because the bowl of medicine just now was a little heavier, which aroused the remaining poison in the old man's body. The two clashed, which made it harder to bear. It's all over now. .”

The old man's old and kind voice resounded in his ears, Xie Heng came back to his senses, nodded and said: "With Mr. Guo here, Gu is naturally at ease."

Xie Heng, who had never taken care of a patient before, sized Qin Ye up, feeling a little at a loss, and couldn't help asking, "What should I do?"

Doctor Guo smiled, and said softly: "The medicine that my father-in-law drank just now has something to soothe the nerves. If today's method of diagnosis and treatment is not wrong, then my father-in-law should sleep till tomorrow morning."

"If the grandfather does not sleep well in the middle of the journey, or if there is any abnormality in his body, please ask His Highness to send someone to inform the old man. The old man will rest in the mansion tonight and will be ready at any time."

Xie Heng understood.

Looking at Qin Ye, if there is any movement, call someone, if there is no movement, it is the best news.

Xie Heng personally sent Mr. Guo to the gate of Zhiweitang, then turned around and sighed heavily.

When he came here, he thought that Qin Ye would be tortured by the residual poison just like last time, and he could somewhat comfort him by telling some jokes with others.

I didn't know until I came here that I was just doing a job of watching people sleep.

No matter how much Qin Ye loves to be quiet and doesn't like to be served by others, there are always three or four servants in the main house, so where is it the prince's turn to guard?

How about... find a chance to clarify in front of Mr. Guo?

Mr. Guo, listen to me, Gu and Duke Ding are clean and clean.

I deliberately went to find the old man to say this kind of thing, and I feel that it will become more and more black, and people will think that the two of them have quarreled...

Xie Heng walked sadly, sat on the Eight Immortals chair he sat in last time, closed his eyes and meditated.

In the first two hours, Xie Heng performed his duty of escort dutifully, and looked up at Qin Ye's condition from time to time. Later, as the night grew darker and the candles in the room went out, he thought he was not sleepy, but he was in a daze. Remembering the past——

Xie Heng was born into a wealthy family in his previous life, but he was extremely unlucky. In theory, he is somewhat similar to this crown prince who has been on the throne for a day.

The parents in the family can barely maintain peace on the surface, but the relationship between the husband and wife is extremely plastic, and it is difficult to see each other until the holidays. There is also an elder brother who can support the family but has a bad relationship with him. Xie Heng has seen the doctor twice. More than seeing family.

When he first arrived, Xie Heng seriously thought about the possibility that his original body had died suddenly, and he came to the conclusion that the possibility was very high.

A few days before transmigrating, Xie Heng was still living in the hospital. His cousin, who has always been close to him, came to see him and brought a book along the way.

It was the "Da Qi" that got him here now.

The cousin pointed to the part in the book where the prince Xie Heng died for his country and said with a smile: "Look at this classmate of the prince who has the same name and surname as you, there are few people in the book who are more unlucky than him. I suggest memorizing the whole book to prevent accidents."

Xie Heng had nothing to do, he really flipped through the book and finished reading it.

After reading it, he didn't pay much attention to the prince who only appeared in a few pages in the original book. Instead, he asked with great interest, "Qin Ye is a broken sleeve?"

My cousin was sitting on the stool peeling apples for him. He heard that the fruit knife was twisted and broke the beautifully peeled peel abruptly: "Huh?"

Xie Heng turned to the last two pages of the book and said as a matter of course, "Look."

That line is the new emperor who ascended the throne after Xie Zhiyao's death mentioned Qin Ye when he was talking with his favorite ministers-"It's a pity that Duke Ding has no children in his life, and there are no wives and concubines in the mansion, and no one heir. There are rumors among the people that He is the reincarnation of the star king who broke the army in the sky, and he came down to the earth to lead the army and relieve our worries, and it is not groundless."

The cousin has already despaired of Xie Heng's skill in focusing on key points: "It's just that he has no heirs, so you just conclude that he is a broken sleeve?! This is slander!"

Xie Heng began to argue with reason: "This is ancient times, with such a high position and weight, he was not born but raised to death. There is no one in the mansion, not even a scandal object. There are only three possibilities."

Xie Heng raised his first finger: "First, he is a broken sleeve."

Xie Heng raised his second finger: "Second, he can't."

Xie Heng raised his third finger: "Third, he can't do it and broke his sleeve!"

cousin:"……"

The cousin tried to struggle: "The book says that his parents were at odds since he was a child, and that Princess Mingxuan and Marquis Wu Ning separated when he was a child. Maybe it's some kind of indifference caused by emotional trauma since childhood!"

Xie Heng was thoughtful: "It's not impossible."

The cousin already regretted showing this book to Xie Heng, but she still tried to guide her.

"After reading this book, you don't have any other impressions? For example, Xie Zhiyao started from a young age, and he became the emperor through hard work. He sighed that man will conquer the sky, and he must take good care of his body and stop doing it every day. Blind and poor?"

"Yes," Xie Heng closed the book, his finger stroked the word 'Da Qi' in gold on the cover, and the corner of his mouth lightly ticked off: "Emperor Hui is a fool, he played a good card like this."

"I can do it too."

He closed his eyes, as if he could see the young general depicted in the book again.

According to the book, this person became famous at a young age, opened up territory for the Qi Dynasty, and made great achievements in the world. Although he was suspected by the faint king, he was able to turn the tide when the building was about to collapse, and rebuild Qingping.

However, Xie Heng only saw that this person was unable to display his talents and was trapped under the imperial power.

What's the difference with him being limited by this body?

After procrastinating for so many years, I can hardly hold on any longer. Even my cousin can use this book to amuse herself, and she can think of herself from the characters in it.

The surrounding snow-white walls and the smell of potion seemed to be far away, and the voice of his cousin's chattering words of consolation also faded away. Xie Heng raised his eyes in a daze, only to see Qin Ye's handsome face with clear outlines as sharp as a knife magnified in front of him. before.

Xie Heng saw Qin Ye's annoyed face, and heard the man's questioning voice.

"I heard——His Royal Highness thinks that the minister is not good enough and has broken sleeves?"

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