In the end, Yan Yunhe gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and reattached the broken leg bone with his own hands.

Marquis Yong'an was cruel this time and ignored Mrs. Yan's crying and did not allow anyone to go in to see Yan Yunhe.

If Yan Yunhe hadn't learned simple emergency treatment from his martial arts master who was originally traveling in the martial arts world, if he had been dragged on like this, this leg might have been really useless.

Perhaps being crippled was a good thing for Marquis Yong'an. He would rather have a crippled son. If he is crippled, he will be honest and peaceful, and will not be a drag on the whole family.

Yan Yunhe leaned in a corner of the room, looking at the faint firelight outside the window. Marquis Yong'an found someone to watch him, but he almost sealed the entire room with wooden strips.

No one was allowed to bring food, only water. Even if one of his legs was broken, he was afraid of the banquet and he still had the strength to do it.

In the end, Mrs. Yan was crying and seeking death before she was allowed to bring snacks in.

As soon as Mrs. Yan came in and saw her son's appearance, she couldn't help crying.

She held Yan Yunhe's hand and sobbed for a long time before saying sadly: "Son, don't blame your father for being cruel. We in the Marquis Mansion are just looking at the scenery and we must never get involved in such a thing."

" The matter in the East Palace involves too many things. Anyone who has anything to do with this matter should quickly clear up the relationship. Mom knows that you are not convinced, but there are some things that we cannot control and cannot control."

Yan Yunhe ate in silence as Mrs. Yan came in. After eating snacks until his stomach was half full, he said: "I know."

He was starved for several days, and his leg was broken like that again. Although it was treated, the broken area became obviously swollen in the past few days, and he couldn't even move it. The pain was excruciating.

With eyes that were slightly sunken due to haggardness, Yan Yun He looked at Mrs. Yan pleadingly: "Mom, please help me and dad to beg for mercy and let him let me out. Tell him that I know I was wrong and I won't dare to do it again. ."

Mrs. Yan wiped away her tears and said hello.

However, as soon as Mrs. Yan left, Yan Yunhe dragged his leg and used a wooden knife that he had sharpened for several days to pry open the closed window and climb out.

He was running awkwardly in the snow, and every time his right foot stepped on the ground, it hurt terribly.

There was white mist in his mouth, and Yan Yunhe's face was covered with snow.

He fell to the ground more than once, but still managed to get up.

The streets in the capital seemed to be endless. He moved with difficulty step by step, feeling increasingly cold.

In contrast, his cheeks were getting hotter.

By the end, even breathing felt laborious. Every time he inhaled the air, it was like a knife scraping his lungs. He was choked by the wind and coughed violently.

From a distance, I immediately saw the gate of Dali Temple, but my body became heavier and heavier.

Until he was hit by a pedestrian on the road, the world was spinning, and Yanyun He fell to the ground in embarrassment.

In his last vision, he was still looking stubbornly in that direction, losing all consciousness.

That time, Yan Yunhe was in a coma for nearly five days, and Mrs. Yan almost cried her eyes out because of it. When he woke up, everything was a foregone conclusion.

He didn't help with anything, just as Yu Qin said. He couldn't help in the past, and he can't help now either.

Yan Yunhe suddenly opened his eyes. He briefly lost consciousness. What he saw in front of him was still Qianqing Palace. Standing in front of him was Eunuch Yan. He took several young eunuchs and helped Yan Yunhe up from the ground. .

The sky is still dark and the Qianqing Palace is still bright.

Yan Yunhe leaned against a chamberlain, feeling terrible pain in his right leg.

No wonder I had such a dream, it turned out to be an old injury.

"Is Your Majesty still resting?" Yan Yunhe asked hoarsely.

Eunuch Yan gave him a meaningful look: "Your Majesty hasn't woken up yet, please go to the inner hall and wait."

When he was helped to the inner hall, Doctor Yang, who was woken up late at night, was already waiting there.

He was specially asked to take the dragon's pulse. When he was woken up late at night, he thought it was the dragon's body that was ill, so he rushed over in a panic. Unexpectedly, he was invited to have a banquet with you. Sure enough, as the outside world said, Master Yan is deeply favored by the Holy Family.

Imperial Doctor Yang was worthy of being the exclusive physician of Emperor Cheng Jing. After briefly checking his pulse, he administered acupuncture to Yan Yunhe, effectively relieving his pain, and gave him a prescription.

He said that his body was severely damaged and he needed to be taken good care of on weekdays. Dr. Zhou also told him this, and the two opinions were quite different.

Eunuch Yan was also advising from the side: "Master Yan, don't do this nonsense next time."

Before Yan Yunhe could respond, a voice came from the back of the palace: "He has done very little nonsense!"

Following this At the sound, everyone in the palace knelt down one after another. Emperor Cheng Jing, who was wearing ordinary clothes, opened the curtain in his hand and walked into the palace with a sullen face.

Yan Yunhe just wanted to stay, but Emperor Cheng Jing said impatiently: "Sit down!"

Eunuch Yan took Imperial Doctor Yang down with great foresight, leaving the place to the emperor and his ministers.

Although Yan Yunhe was still sitting on the couch, he was still sitting uneasily: "Your Majesty, I..."

"Who asked you to go to Tianlao?" Emperor Cheng Jing sat on the chair, still looking unkind and said: "Fang Zhizhou Did you give me the token? "

Yun Yun is not afraid that Emperor Cheng Jing will be angry with him, but he is also afraid that he will anger Fang Zhizhou: "I have my own way, your Majesty, forgive me!" Emperor Cheng Jing

said, "You also know that you have your own way?"

After hesitating for a while, he still said: "But Your Majesty, if King Wu really died because of the imperial edict you issued..."

"Even if he really starved to death, so what." Emperor Cheng Jing sneered: "It's just two days of hunger. God, I'm so grateful that I didn't cut him into pieces."

Yan Yunhe swallowed his words and didn't dare to say more.

But the way he hesitated to speak fell into the eyes of Emperor Cheng Jing, who couldn't help but say: "If you have something to say, just say it!"

Yan Yunhe pursed his lips uneasily: "Your Majesty... Did I do something bad tonight? ?"

Emperor Cheng Jing leaned back relaxedly, and the annoyance on his face gradually disappeared: "It's not hopelessly stupid."

Yan Yunhe gradually came to his senses while he was kneeling outside Qianqing Palace just now.

Sure enough, Emperor Cheng Jing was not so angry because he made people look at King Wu, and then refuted the imperial decree and gave King Wu food and drink.

But his behavior would give a signal to the outside world that Emperor Cheng Jing did not want King Wu to die for the time being.

Emperor Cheng Jing wondered whether he wanted King Wu to die, but he would not do it himself. After removing the jailer from the Tianlao, the loose guards knew that they were letting others come to take the life of King Wu.

If it hadn't been for Yu Qin who came to take the life of King Wu, Yan Yunhe would never have interfered.

Now if Yan Yunhe interfered, King Wu might not die, but would be safely released to the clan's mansion and imprisoned for the rest of his life.

Emperor Cheng Jing sighed and rubbed his temples: "That's it, the matter has come to an end, there's no point in talking more."

After saying this, Emperor Jing asked his chamberlain to come forward, leaned into his ear, and whispered a few words.

When Yan Yunhe came out of the palace, he held a bunch of rewards in his hands, all of which were rare medicinal materials in Yang Yu's medical prescription that were only available in the palace.

Returning to Yong'an Marquis Mansion, Yan Yunhe met Fang Zhizhou who had been waiting there early.

Fang Zhizhou was well-informed, and combined with Yan Yun He having just gone to the prison and kneeling outside the Qianqing Palace for half the night, he knew that Yan Yun He was in trouble.

He didn't even dare to sleep, so he hurriedly came to the Yong'an Marquis Mansion. When he saw Yan Yun He came back with his whole body, he breathed a sigh of relief: "What happened in the prison?"

Yan Yun He left Yu Qin. His identity was only mentioned as someone coming to assassinate King Wu.

Fang Zhizhou pondered for a long time: "Before, you speculated that there was someone behind King Wu who was planning all this, but I didn't quite believe it. Now it seems that there is indeed such a person, no... I should say that there is such a force."

"King Wu When the rebellion failed, assassins appeared at the palace banquet. This really seemed like an attempt to put all the blame on King Wu. " Fang Zhizhou said, "Now I am sending people to assassinate King Wu, probably because I am afraid that King Wu will expose their affairs. Prepare to kill people and silence them."

After hearing this, Yan Yunhe shook his head: "If it was so easy to expose it to King Wu, then King Wu would have confessed to it on the day he was arrested, so why bother talking about it now? Don't let go of old things."

"Have you found any trace of King Wu's completely disfigured counselor?" Yan Yunhe asked.

Fang Zhizhou shook his head: "It's difficult. The other party has been prepared for a long time and left almost no traces."

"Where is the assassin in the prison? Have you seen it?" Fang Zhizhou asked, obviously he thought that through this assassin, he found The person behind it is more likely.

Yan Yunhe subconsciously denied it: "He has disguised himself, so he can't tell who he is."

He was not sure whether King Wu would keep it secret. The conversation between him and Yu Qin could be known as long as King Wu said it. He knew the assassin.

But now there is no other way. It can be delayed for a while.

Fang Zhizhou tapped the table with his fingertips: "First, the black powder, then Yunzhou's hugely profitable hidden transportation route, and even King Wu's rebellion are all inseparable from this hidden force."

"And the whole thing is very pointed. Obviously." Yan Yunhe added, pointing to the sky: "It's for those two people."

Who is the person behind this?

Yu Qin helped them commit the crime. Did he already have contact with them? Why on earth did you agree to assassinate the prince?

After Fang Zhizhou left, Yan Yunhe simply washed up and lay down.

He was so upset that he couldn't sleep for a long time, so much so that when he smelled the faint fragrance, he subconsciously held his breath.

Anyone? !

This incense was made quite well. The first smell was just a faint floral fragrance, which was almost unnoticeable when blended into the incense, but Yan Yunhe still felt it.

He reached under the pillow very slowly. There was a short sword there, and he could pull it out at any time.

The man quietly entered the room and approached Yan Yunhe's bed step by step.

Yan Yunhe tightened his grip on the sword, and before he could get angry, the man sat down.

This sudden behavior made Yan Yunhe confused. In the darkness, he vaguely saw a shadow at the end of the bed. The man pressed his hand on his right leg through the quilt.

Yan Yunhe suddenly realized something. He closed his eyes again and let go of the sword in his hand, but his heartbeat slowly began to accelerate.

One beat was faster than the other, and the thumping sound almost jumped out of the chest, making people aware of it.

The man lifted off Yan Yunhe's quilt and put his hand on his right leg.

Warm fingertips slowly pressed against his shins, groping for the places on his legs where he had suffered from old illnesses.

Yan Yunhe heard a very light sigh, very low and shallow.

In this dark night, it is as light as a dream that is easy to wake up from.