Wei Yangmou

Although Liu Che said that the matter of spring plowing had come to an end, he still hadn't been able to rest for a while. Han Yan always felt that the two of them could only see each other twice a day. Since the last time he brought a county magistrate back After the meal, Han Yan ate alone for several days.

Later, in order to save time, he simply didn't go back home, and took Han Jin to look around Jiaodong together.

Originally, the population here was not small, but because of the popularity of alchemists, [-]% of the young people joined this industry. Even if they were servants, no one was willing to go back to plow the fields.

Moreover, the people don't believe in the Fa, and the official temples in Jiaodong are very poor. They are not even as good as the few official temples you met along the way. There are only a few soldiers and poor county magistrates left. Really can't do anything.

After a rough understanding of the situation in Jiaodong, Han Yan recruited the county magistrate, and brought up all the documents and documents collected from various places in Jiaodong, and looked through them for days, but within a few days, they found many things that did not match the truth.

"Chengzhao, the county magistrates from Hehan and Yunxiang came to see me, together with the prefect of Anzhou."

Han Jin responded and asked the soldiers to ride fast horses to deliver the message.

Han Yan frowned. The bamboo slips on the left were as tall as a person, and servants continued to carry them here. The ones on the right were in a mess. When I looked closely, they were divided into several piles, and they were spread out on the table at the same time. There are four or five volumes of slips, and there is a thick layer of silk scripts underneath.

When Han Jin came in again, he carried a food box in his hand. Han Yan didn't go back to the palace to eat, so Sandalwood sent people to deliver it every day.

The palace was deserted, and two letters came along with the food box that day.

Han Jin looked at his appearance of forgetting to eat and sleep, and saw that there was no urgent word on the letter, so he temporarily stopped him, thinking to wait for Han Yan to finish his meal.

Never thought that Han Yan would get angry when she saw it, and she didn't have any intention of eating, frowning, flipping through the bamboo slips one by one.

Han Jin persuaded him a few words, but Han Yan turned a deaf ear to it, and Han Jin dared not stop him. Although Han Yan seldom got angry with his servants, but recently he was worried too much, and Han Jin was also afraid that he would get angry.

"Your Highness, there is a letter from Chang'an. It is from the caravan in Chang'an. It has the seal of the Princess Mansion on it."

Han Yan paused and stopped: "Submit it..."

Han Jin handed over a letter, Han Yan stretched out his hand to take it, and paused slightly, there was a thin piece of paper under the letter.

"Retire, I'm lonely, and rest for a while."

Han Jin quickly lit a lamp and placed it beside Han Yan, then bent down and went out, closing the door with him.

There was nothing special in the letter from Princess Pingyang's Mansion, just ordinary greetings and concerns. At the end, it mentioned that there are signs of drought in the south this year. Fearing that Jiaodong will also be affected, a few people were sent to look after it.

Han Yan was very emotional, and felt that this sister really took more care than her mother.

The piece of paper pasted under this letter was a secret letter from the Han family. Before he could see the contents of the letter clearly, Han Yan felt a little uneasy.

Ever since he married into Jiaodong Prince's Mansion in Chang'an, he has not received any letter from Han Mansion in this way.

The content of the letter was very brief, and judging from the handwriting, it was written by Xueshi Han himself.

The Son of Heaven is seriously ill and has not shown up for a long time, and the East Palace is changing, so be careful in everything.

Han Yan was taken aback, how long did they leave Chang'an, and the emperor fell ill?

Is it really sick, or is it sick?The change in the East Palace, what kind of change is it?

Han Yan's mind was in a state of numbness. Liu Rong had always been at odds with Liu Che, and there was Chen Ajiao in between. If something happened to Emperor Jing at this time, Jiaodong would become a death talisman.

Without military power, finances, and popular support, the current Jiaodong Mansion has no power to fight back.

Han Yan's mind went blank for a moment, knowing that he couldn't do anything now, but still couldn't help being anxious.

He picked up a pen and wrote a line on the plain silk, frowned and thought about it, but it was ruined again. If Li Rong really gained power, someone would definitely keep an eye on Jiaodong.

If his letter was intercepted, he would not even be able to escape the Han Mansion, which has been in business for decades, but now he can't think of any other way out except for the Han Mansion.

Pingyang Princess Mansion...

Forget it, no one is running the business in the court, even if Princess Pingyang is loved by the emperor, there is probably nothing that can be done in this meeting, and even the change in the court has not been discovered.

A layer of sweat broke out on Han Yan's forehead, and he sat for a quarter of an hour before remembering to burn the letter first, but he kept the letter from Princess Pingyang, and put it on the desk at will.

"come..."

Han Yan said that after the letter from the Han family was burned, his mind seemed to clear up. He couldn't secretly communicate with the Han family, but he could do something with the letter from the Pingyang Princess' mansion.

The door was pushed open, Han Yan picked up a pen and wrote something on the plain silk, but she didn't look up when she heard the movement: "Go and prepare two gifts, one to Pingyang Princess Mansion, and one to Han Mansion. Don't make any mistakes on this, let's fill in the rest, just say it's a peace ceremony, don't talk too much about it."

While talking, the plain silk was already full of words. Han Yan picked it up and looked at it. The ink had been sucked in, so she shook it and folded it casually.

Subo was pulled out of her hands, Han Yan was startled, and looked up, only to see Liu Che, who had been seeing the dragon for several days, was standing next to him.

"Why is Your Highness here?"

As soon as Han Yan said that, she was about to get up. Seeing Liu Che, his anxious mood just now, which was almost on fire, cooled down inexplicably. After cooling down, he realized that his legs were almost numb.

Liu Che gave him a hand, looked at what he had written just now, helped him take two steps slowly, let him sit down on the steps, straightened his legs, and said: "You still think about it." Zhou Zhou, we have been in Jiaodong for so long, we really should write a letter to Chang'an."

Han Yan was taken aback, only to realize that she was still thinking about it. There was no reason why the peace gift was given to the Han family and the princess mansion, but they didn't send two copies to the palace. It sounded really unfilial.

"Yan is confused."

He smiled wryly, reached out and touched the letter from Pingyang, and handed it to Liu Che.

"My father also sent a secret letter, saying that His Majesty is seriously ill and has not been in court for a long time. The East Palace is in charge of everything in Chang'an, but I don't know what kind of illness His Majesty has."

Liu Che finished reading Pingyang's letter very quickly, and when he heard Han Yan's words, he frowned slightly and said, "It's probably because of a bad temper."

Han Yan was startled, and suddenly remembered that Liu Che had indeed said something like this——

Let them make a mess first, we don't care about them, and don't let them stare at us...——Looking at Liu Che in disbelief: "It's Your Highness..."

Liu Che covered his mouth with his hand, and gave a soft "shh": "It's okay, His Royal Highness doesn't have the ability to do anything to the emperor, but outsiders may not be able to see clearly, Chang'an is going to be in chaos for a while, let's leave Too far away, don't know anything, just close the door and live your own life."

Han Yan's heart was pounding, she couldn't figure out how Liu Che caused a bloodbath in Chang'an from such a long distance, but she felt proud from the bottom of her heart.

He let out a long sigh of relief, his waist went limp, and he almost knocked on the steps, being dragged by Liu Che, he leaned on him and whispered, "Your Highness... really..."

He couldn't think of suitable words to describe his impression of Liu Che for a moment, but he felt that his worry and anxiety just now was a bit embarrassing. He would never learn Liu Che's calm attitude of not caring about the sky falling, but I don't feel so lost.

After all, that was Liu Che.

Liu Che touched his forehead. Seeing that it was still wet, he wiped it with his sleeve. With a little strength, Han Yan felt that he was about to wipe off a layer of skin on his forehead.But in the next moment, he realized that Liu Che's sleeve smelled of blood.

Han Yan sat up straight suddenly, grabbed Liu Che's hand, looked up and down, and leaned over to touch his chest and waist.

Liu Che took advantage of the situation and tore off his clothes: "Does the Queen want to look more carefully?"

Han Yan paused. Liu Che has been running around outside for the past few days, and his complexion looks darker. I don't know if it is because he is so hot outside that he has to be naked. Even the complexion on his chest is also darker, and he looks stronger and stronger. up.

It's just that there were some small wounds on this strong and strong chest at some point, and the scabs had already formed. If he looked at it two days later, he probably wouldn't be able to see anything.

Han Yan stretched out her hand and touched it: "How did you do this?"

Liu Che patted his head: "I wanted to tell you a few days ago, but I forgot every time I saw it. I have worshiped Li Dan as my teacher. I wandered around the mountains these days, learning something by the way."

Han Yan was speechless for a while, thinking of the bloody smell on his arm, she stretched out her hand to roll up his sleeve, but before she rolled it up, she saw a winding wound on his wrist, still oozing blood, but it hadn't been treated with medicine or cleaned up Mark of.

"What did you learn?!"

Han Yan got angry, and her voice was a little high. Seeing his stern face, Liu Che couldn't help but want to laugh. He thought the injury was nothing, but looking at Han Yan's appearance, he vaguely felt that it was a little painful.

"It's okay, I was scratched by a branch, and it will be healed within two days."

Han Yan felt uncomfortable, but she also knew that practicing these things would require some suffering. He was injured every day when he was practicing martial arts. At the time, he didn't think it was a problem. Now that Liu Che was injured, he couldn't bear it. .

Liu Che rolled up his sleeves by himself: "Han Jin said you haven't eaten yet? That's not how Qinzheng came here. Let's go for a walk. I'm hungry this time too. Let's go out together and eat something."

Han Yan moved her legs and felt that the numbness was gone, so she stood up, looked at Liu Che, and persuaded half-truthfully: "Your Highness, you should take good care of your daughter's body, why don't I visit you later Master Tianji."

Liu Che couldn't help but want to laugh. He felt that Han Yan looked like a cat protecting the calf. He wanted to find someone to settle accounts with his teeth and claws, but he really couldn't afford to lose this person.

"Heavenly Secret is just a name he casually called. Don't pay attention to him. If you have time, you can go for a walk. He has made a lot of achievements in the formation, so you can take a look at it."

Han Yan's spirit was shaken: "The Xiongnu soldiers are strong and strong. If the big men can get help from the formation, they will definitely save a lot of casualties. If the Taoist priest has such great talents, Han Yan will definitely go to bother."

Liu Che didn't expect him to bring up this matter, so he was stunned for a moment, he was a little speechless, as if the wound buried in his heart that was about to rot was dug out mercilessly, and black blood was still flowing.

He was a little distressed, and the pain became more and more painful, until it was unbearable, and the pain was so painful that he wanted to live.

Liu Che closed his eyes, hugged Han Yan who was still a little excited, and hugged him tightly.