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Chapter 4 how sweet
"Yan, the case is over."
Yan Yan opened her eyes and said, "how did you deal with it?"
Song Xian frowned: "the crown prince died. These days, the second crown prince and the fifth crown prince united with the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty to beg the emperor for heavy punishment, and the third highness was sentenced..."
"... Canglin temple."
Yan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and even his breath was trembling.
"Canglin temple... Canglin..." old Yan murmured, "although Yongcheng is barren, it is a good place to go. At least it can live."
Song Xianzi was irritable and said, "what good place can Yongcheng be? Canglin temple is on the edge of a vast sea of yellow sand. Where can people stay? Your highness is used to treating people with dignity. When you go to that place, you will not be able to adapt. If something happens... "
Yan then said, "is it good to stay in Beijing?"
Song Xian was stunned.
"This time, the emperor is moved to kill his highness. If not..." Yan took a deep breath and hid his words. "No matter how hard he suffered in Yongcheng, at least he still has his life. If he stays in Beijing, he may not even have his life if he annoys the emperor one day."
Yan rubbed his eyebrows and looked at Song Xian with a blank face. He said helplessly, "do you understand that murdering the crown prince is not a small matter. It is the emperor's mercy that he can keep his life."
Song Xian's temperament has been heartless since he was a child. He often talks and works only in his head. When he heard what Yan said so seriously, he panicked: "then, what should I do?"
"There's no other way," Yan said
Song Xian shook his head again and again: "no, no! What kind of ghost place did he go alone? Your Highness has offended many people over the years. Those who follow the trend don't know how to bully him, can't they... "
After several failures, he suddenly said, "do you want to go to Yong city with your highness?"
Yan YILENG shook his head. If his body followed Duan Zhisu to Yongcheng, he might die on the way.
Song Xian stared at him incredulously: "you know he may die when you go to Yongcheng. Don't you worry?"
Yan didn't speak.
Song Xian stared at him for a long time. However, Yan was hard hearted and ignored him.
Song Xian said, "Sui Yan, you..."
A drop of water fell into the pool and made a slight sound.
Song Xian's helpless and disappointed voice came from afar: "... Do you still have a heart?"
A cold veil was pasted on his forehead. Yan felt very comfortable. He was dazed and wanted to rub his head up.
It seemed that he was aware that he was conscious. The people next to him hurriedly left and soon returned. With a gust of breeze, there was a strong smell of medicine.
Even in his sleep, Yan frowned.
Vaguely heard someone say, "it's not good to burn like this. Give him the medicine and don't let him vomit."
Then a man pinched his chin and poured in a bowl of dizzy bitter medicine.
Yan had the strength to wake up, but when he was filled with this medicine, he was so angry that he almost had to kick his legs.
At the age of 18, Yan Xu even saw huangquan road. He almost didn't come up at one breath. After struggling for a long time, he was dazed and opened his eyes.
As soon as he opened his eyes, the Begonia on one side cried out "wow". He didn't know that he thought Yan had gone west.
The question "which bastard filled my medicine" in Yan's mouth could not be asked anyway. He was powerless and said, "Why are you crying, young master? I'm not dead yet."
Begonia immediately bah three times to the side and said, "young master, don't say these unlucky things. Amitabha, children's words are taboo, children's words are taboo! Bah, bah! "
Yan was directly amused by him.
Begonia burst into tears: "the young master has fallen asleep in the snow for two days and one night. The royal doctor came and went back several times and said he could hardly save you. Fortunately, the royal doctor Meng came back and gave you several needles, which pulled you back from the gate of hell."
Yan nodded perfunctorily and thought, "this man surnamed Meng is nosy. I have to find a chance to beat him up."
Xu Shi, the royal doctor of Meng, was really good at rejuvenating. Yan felt much better after he woke up. The high fever also quickly subsided, but he still couldn't drink the medicine.
Li Zhao and Haitang were anxious to die. As soon as they were given medicine, Yan threw up in the dark. Even if he was in good health, he had to toss out his illness and think about it. He had to ask the kitchen to make some sweet soup and medicinal meals.
Yan is delicious and sweet. He melts sugar water into honey and can drink several cups without changing his face. When he was young, he often refused to take medicine when he was ill. Li Zhao used this method to deceive him.
The medicinal diet was quickly made. Yan glanced at the sweet porridge in the small cup, remained silent for a moment and said, "do you still think I'm a child?"
Li Zhao stirred the sweet porridge with a spoon and coaxed, "no, no, young master, try it. It's very sweet."
Year old Yan endured again and again, but he still held it back forcibly. He frowned and took it over and tried to eat. He was almost driven crazy by the feeling of sweetness and bitterness and sugar in bitterness.
Yan liked to eat sweets too much. When he was a child, he ate cakes. Even if he lost a piece of sugar, he had to pick it up, pat it and eat it. No one would listen to what others said, but he was too disgusted with taking medicine. He suddenly drank this strange, sweet and bitter thing. For a time, he didn't know whether to swallow it or spit it out.
Li Zhao encouraged him: "swallow it, hey, swallow it."
Yan was so angry that he was almost coaxed by his child's tone that he swallowed it hard for a long time.
Li Zhao saw that he really drank, and almost burst into tears.
No matter how thick skinned Yan was, he was still a little shy to be treated as a child. He didn't do any more good deeds. He drank the medicinal food one mouthful at a time.
After eating a bowl, don't know whether it's sweet or effective. Yan dangzhen feels much better.
Haitang came running from the outside with a food box: "young master, this is the sweet steamed bread just baked in the wind building. I just bought it to relieve your pain."
Yan was in a trance for a while.
When Duan Zhisu was not convicted, he lived in dignity and waited for death. Every day, he asked the people in the government to buy sweets in various places in the capital. At that time, the whole capital knew that there was a dandy young man who liked to eat sweets.
But since duanzhisu went to Canglin temple, he never asked anyone to buy it again.
If it weren't for Begonia, he almost forgot that he had such absurd indulgence before.
Year old Yan took the food box in Haitang's hand and gently opened it. He found that the steamed bread inside was cold.
Also, it takes half an hour to go back and forth from the wind building to the general's house. It's normal that it's so cold outside and cool so quickly.
Yan sighed, gently dialed the steamed bread made of rabbit style and said, "it's cold, take it away."
Begonia said yes.
Yan said, "I'm not aiming at you. The dessert in the wind building is delicious on the spot. I'll go by myself another day."
Begonia immediately ran away happily.
Xu Shiwan's steamed bread saved Yan's boredom. He gradually drank the medicine for a few days. Until that day, his body had recovered.
On the 23rd of the year, there was a light snow. Wearing a cloak, the royal doctor Meng was ordered to ask the little Marquis for pulse. Before he went out of chenganmen, he met Duan mingchong with a bamboo umbrella.
Doctor Meng hurried forward to salute.
Duan mingchong waved his hand and said, "is the royal doctor Meng going to the general's house to ask for a pulse for the little Marquis?"
Meng Yuyi said, "yes."
Duan mingchong smiled and said, "just in time, Gu also wants to see the little marquis. Let's go together."
Duan mingchong had no airs in the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty. No matter who he was, he was mu ruqingfeng, and the royal doctor Meng didn't feel constrained. He casually talked about Yan's condition behind him, and soon the general's house arrived.
When the crown prince came, Li Zhao hurried out to meet him, with a guilty face.
"Your Highness."
Duan mingchong closed his umbrella and said, "come and have a look at the young marquis. How's his condition?"
Li Zhao was embarrassed: "this..."
Duan mingchong was very considerate and said helplessly, "can't you drink the medicine again?"
Li Zhao lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, forgive me for coming. My young master... He is not in your house today."
Duan mingchong frowned: "he's not well yet. What are you doing out of the house? You didn't stop it? "
Who can stop it? Li Zhao complained incessantly, "little Marquis, he has always been arrogant and indulgent. Now no one in the house can control him. Just now, he... Just..."
The royal doctor Meng said in a side way, "it's really inappropriate for the Marquis to run out in such a cold day with his illness."
Li Zhaolian said in a voice, "yes, I've been asked to find it."
Duan mingchong suddenly said, "where has he gone?"
Li Zhao began to look forward again: "this... This..."
Duan mingchong said, "just say it directly. Don't hesitate."
Li zhaona said, "Xu Shi... Wan, Wan Hualou..."
Duan Ming Chongchang grew up in the East Palace reading the books of sages. He didn't know anything about those romantic places in the capital. Hearing the speech, he wondered, "what place is that?"
Li Zhao's old face is going red.
The royal doctor Meng smiled and whispered, "Your Highness, the flower building... Is a flower building for people to have fun."
Duan mingchong's face finally changed and he couldn't believe: "how old is he? Go to that place? "
Seeing that he had misunderstood, Li Zhao immediately wanted to explain, but Duan mingchong didn't listen to him. He ordered several generals and said, "come with you."
The family will look at a loss, but the prince's order had to follow up.
Li Zhao was startled and hurriedly said, "Your Highness! You, what are you doing? "
Duan mingchong said coldly, "go and invite the little Marquis back."
Li Zhao: "
Duan mingchong was very vigorous and resolute. When he said please, he went to the wind building with a group of generals. It was not like inviting people, but like catching fugitives.
At the same time, the little Marquis was killing six generals after five passes in the Wanhua building. Finally, he bought all the sweet steamed bread that only made 20 pots a day in the Wanhua building, and the sweat flowed out in the cold day.
At this time, he sat in the center of the lobby with an elegant posture under the incredible gaze of a group of prostitutes
ββHe poked his ears on the rabbit style steamed bread.
Although the Wanhua building is a place of dust, the cakes made are unique. The daily steamed bread is made in the style of different animals. It is lifelike and lovely.
The table was full of white smoking food boxes. Yan Wan sat in it like an immortal refining pills, and his eyes bent back and forth to fiddle with the soft rabbit ears.
"It's so soft." Yan Xindao, aged 18, nipped the steamed bread like a pig and bit it. When he ate the honey, the whole person would be sweetened.
"It's so sweet."
For the first time since his rebirth, Yan suddenly felt that living seemed good.