Chapter 23 He’s the only one missing

Wen Qiong went anyway, and when she hurried to Dali Temple in a carriage, it was Bai Ya who came to pick her up.

Bai Ya was afraid that she, a woman, was still pregnant, and would not be able to bear the thick bloody smell in the back room, so she took her to the side hall to wait for a while, and comforted her, "Madam, don't panic, the poisoned arrow on the young master's chestIt has been pulled out, and the lungs and organs have not been injured, but there is still residual poison."

He's been here for a while and has figured out what's going on.

Last night, the young master went to the prison of the Ministry of Justice to stay for a small half night, returned to Dali Temple and Moya, and then read the records of the officials of the Lingjiang Dynasty, hoping to use the only clues so far to match the suspects who seem to have nothing to do with each other.Together, they closed their eyes and squinted for a while until the fourth watch.

At five o'clock, as the young master expected, a group of people were so bold as to rob the batch of illegal salt guarded by Mr. Xing. The illegal salt was the criminal evidence obtained after many days of hunting, and must not be lost.

Unexpectedly, the son was ambushed on the way forward, and a flying arrow pierced straight from the back of his heart.

The corners of Wen Qiong's tightly pursed lips did not relax, and her beautiful amber eyes raised, "Is the poison on the arrow easy to detox?"

She never thought that the tall and straight figure would fall down one day.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince also sent Imperial Physician Song here, Madam, don't worry."

The slender willow eyebrows of the woman in green blouse slightly frowned, "Is the imperial doctor Song sent by the crown prince?"

The white crow nodded, "Naturally, when the crown princess gave birth to a difficult child, it was Song Yuyi who took over. Since then, Song Yuyi has become the exclusive imperial doctor of the Eastern Palace."

With a fingernail piercing into the soft palm, Wen Qiong's heart felt cold, "A dedicated imperial doctor..."

Her thoughts flowed uncontrollably.

Imperial Physician Song was from the East Palace, so Imperial Physician Song would come here when Second Miss Zheng stayed in the Hou Mansion, so her condition was probably in the hands of Second Miss Zheng.

Was the prescription that made her conceive that year unintentional, or was it planned long ago?

Did he in the previous life and this life know?

He was so rigorous, he must have guessed something, but he never thought of revealing it to her, maybe he just wanted to compensate her more in the future out of pity.

The wing-like eyelashes drooped slowly, it was ridiculous for her to come this way.

The wing room at the back of the side hall is a special resting place. At this time, the blood is so strong that Xing Yunjing is sitting under the wooden pillar of the eaves with a knife in his hand, his face full of exhaustion.

Hearing that the door was opened from the inside again, he struggled to open his eyes that were about to close and looked up, only to see Mo Ya coming out of the room with a basin of bloody water.

"Brother, how is Yao Shizi?"

Mo Ya poured out the blood, raised his arm and wiped his sweaty forehead twice, "The poison left over from the wound has been cleaned up, and I'm bandaging it. Fortunately, Song Yuyi knows the antidote for this poison, otherwise it would be really troublesome."

"It's great to have an antidote." Xing Yunjing breathed a sigh of relief, his tense shoulders instantly collapsed, and he wiped his face fiercely, "The private salt is saved, and so is Yao Shizi."

Such an encounter was too dangerous, who would have thought that those people were so ruthless that even Prince Yao dared to ambush and attack.

Mo Ya was also terrified, and sat next to Xing Yunjing under the eaves, letting out a sigh of relief.

Even though he was right next to his young master, but still injured him, he lowered his head in remorse, and soon heard a few chaotic footsteps approaching.

Mo Ya raised his head and saw White Crow walking in with a person, he quickly pulled Xing Yunjing to stand up,

The two cupped their hands and fists respectfully, "My subordinate, I have seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Prince An Wenlin smelled the blood on their bodies, frowning and stopped, and glanced at the closed door, "How is Shizi Yao?"

"The imperial doctor is bandaging up." Xing Yunjing said respectfully, "Right now, Shizi Yao is not awake, but he has been detoxified."

An Wenlin nodded solemnly, "I heard that Mr. Xing stayed up all night, so let's go and rest first."

"Song Yuyi stays here to take care of Yao Shizi first. If there is anything to report to the East Palace in time, let someone alone solve it."

Xing Yunjing said yes with a sigh of relief, and resigned.

After he left, the crown prince looked sideways at Mo Ya and Bai Ya, and suddenly asked, "Your family's son recently checked the previous officials in the Lingjiang area?"

"Return to Your Highness, yes." Mo Ya felt inexplicable, their movements were extremely small, how did the prince know?

An Wenlin sighed softly, "This man is really, the officials who can be released to this rich state city must have some backers. How can he act rashly without arousing the vigilance of others."

Mo Ya and Bai Ya couldn't answer for a while, his son checked not only the previous officials, but also the sale of private salt, the small merchants who were oppressed by these salt merchants and could not survive, and the collusion of officials and bandits.

If the crown prince knew the son's real plan, he might have to sigh a few more times.

At this moment, the door creaked open, and the imperial doctor Song came out, "Young Master Yao is fine, and he can go back to the Marquis Mansion to recuperate after he wakes up."

An Wenlin and Mo Ya entered the room, and Bai Ya turned to the side hall.

I have to tell my wife, she will feel at ease after seeing the young master.

Unexpectedly, the side hall was empty, the woman in green shirt who was originally sitting on the side seat had left at some point, the autumn wind blew into the hall and turned around, leaving the room completely empty.

The white crow stood at the gate of the palace with a blank face, why did the madam leave?

...

Yao Xuanci's consciousness was muddled, his whole body seemed to have fallen into the icy deep sea, the endless chill wrapped him tightly, and the burning pain in his heart was as painful as if someone had slashed and gouged out his heart.

But he was very calm.

That year he bid farewell to his sister-in-law, and rode all night to return to the imperial city before New Year's Eve, but the moment he saw a half room burning with raging fire, his heart throbbed.

The government doctor said it was a heart disease, and there was no medicine to cure it.

She left behind a letter from He Li that was almost blurred by water, and died on the twenty-ninth night of the twelfth lunar month with the child he had been secretly looking forward to for a long time.

That was his only medicine.

Even if he changed from a loyal minister of the new emperor to a violent and rebellious minister who forced the palace to kill the emperor, even if those who forced her to death were all buried by his own hands, even if he promised her mother and elder brother to move her tomb back to Xin Wen's house, that would be deeply rooted in her bones.The pain is still there.

Day and night, never stop.

He let himself sink into this endless abyss, enduring New Year's Eve year after year.

Later, watching the bright fireworks blooming in the sky, Yao Xuanci's gentle eyebrows appeared in his mind, and he thought to himself—probably because he avenged her, but forgot that he was also her enemy, and it was the biggest cause of her death in despair.a sum.

Her enemies are already in hell.

Only him.

After paving the way for the new emperor to choose new loyal ministers, and on New Year's Eve, he visited Wen's residence many times, and finally came to her grave as he wished.

Clusters of snowflakes fell on his shoulders. He put down the wine glass in his glass, and lightly dropped the snow that fell in front of the tombstone with his slightly frozen hands.

She is afraid of the cold, and after igniting the earth dragon, she doesn't even want to go out of the door. At most, she sits in front of the window and takes a look at the snow scene outside, which is the greatest respect for winter.

The first New Year's Eve when she just married into the Hou's Mansion was also his long-lost new year with someone to accompany her again. That night, the ancestral hall was cold, and she couldn't help shivering from the cold, and her beautiful amber eyes were so sleepy that they almost closed.superior.

His little wife is surprisingly cute.

After whispering instructions to Bai Ya and Mo Ya, he held her cold fingers to warm them for a long time, and finally warmed up a bit, then dragged her to watch the fireworks prepared by Mo Ya and the others.

His first sister likes this thing the most, and she should like it too.

Sure enough, those eyes lit up all at once, even more dazzling than the dazzling wind fireworks, which made him inexplicably satisfied.

It was snowing, he pulled up the hood to cover her from the snow, and comforted, "Don't worry, this will be your home from now on."

But he never faced up to where the satisfaction at that moment came from.

He even deliberately ignored the Hou Fu, just wanting to get rid of the pair of light-colored amber eyes that inexplicably came to mind.

It wasn't until the moment when he was completely lost that Yao Xuanci realized that it was too late.

He knew that sister and brother Ayao were going to Suzhou, so he asked Bai Ya to follow them and escort them all the way.

Knowing that she was called into the palace, he was worried that Zheng Ruyu would go crazy again, so he restrained her to stay in the courtyard, and let Mo Ya secretly protect her, while he went to see his sister-in-law who came from afar.

Who would have thought that after leaving the next day, Mo Ya would be assassinated by the royal guards, and Mrs. Hou would twist his original intentions by the hands of Zheng Ruyu.

He stepped up to the position of loyal minister of the emperor, but ended up alone.

For such a person who is afraid of the cold, the days and nights of the cold winter must be so hard if they have been cut off from the ground dragon.

He chuckled self-deprecatingly, and slowly drank the poisoned wine with his head raised, "Your life was buried in my hands, and the only thing I can compensate you for is this life."

Warm blood overflowed from the corners of his lips, and those deep phoenix eyes were gently closed, but he didn't know if he could see her in Huangquan.

"Ah Qiong, the revenge has been avenged... Are you happy?"

Yao Xuanci's consciousness was ups and downs in the icy abyss, becoming more and more erratic, and suddenly heard Ruoyou Ruowu's words, "...Young Master, why... how do you get high... fever..."

Wait, the slack consciousness gradually condensed, and the voice sounded familiar... Mo Ya?

"Hey, young master is awake?!"

Yao Xuanci was flickered by the dazzling light, and closed his eyes tightly. The orange-red light source was on the eyelids. All the movements gradually entered his ears, and the bitter smell of medicine was in his nostrils.

As he exhaled, the sharp pain in his chest reminded him that this seemed to be the real world.

The handsome man on the couch slowly opened his eyes, his cold pupils seemed to have substance, and he looked at the imperial physician Song who was sweeping across in front of him.

When Mo Ya's figure fell into his sight, the man's handsome sword eyebrows frowned.

It's really Moya.

Leng Buding clearly saw the bright yellow figure not far away, and a fierce evil spirit flashed across his eyes.

Xin, Emperor.

This fierce look frightened Mo Ya, and he exchanged a glance with White Crow, the young master hated this arrow so much.

Yao Xuanci realized something was wrong and slowly closed his eyes.

The sound of a steady heartbeat proved that he was still alive. The dead Mo Ya stood in front of him, and the emperor who had been beheaded by his own hands was also there.

Almost the next moment, he opened his eyes suddenly, his voice was hoarse as if he could vomit blood, "Where is Arjun?"

Bai Ya hurriedly said, "Madam was still in the side hall, I don't know when she went back, she must be feeling unwell."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man on the couch threw off the thin quilt and stood up. He didn't care about the bloody wound on his chest, put on his shoes and boots, staggered a bit, then walked out with his robe on.

"Hey son!"

Song Yuyi stopped him together with Mo Ya, "Yao Shizi, you have just pulled out the poisonous arrow, and there is still poison in your body, so you must not move it."

Seeing this, the crown prince couldn't help but stepped forward and said, "Your wife probably returned to the Hou's mansion, and she won't disappear. Why should Yao Shizi be anxious, just ask the guards to send a message if there is something to do."

The man's dark eyes cast over, there seemed to be a gloomy hostility between his handsome brows, his hoarse voice sounded like he was confirming, "His Royal Highness?"

"It's Gu." An Wenlin only thought that the other party had just woken up and his consciousness had not yet returned, and explained in a warm voice, "Gu knew you were under attack, so I came to see you."

Yao Xuanci is not only a princeling, but also quite valued by the emperor. An Wenlin should come to show it.

It's just that the person in front of me seems to be a little different from usual, a little less noble and refined, and a little more aggressive of a powerful person.

But he subconsciously ignored this, and advised, "Shizi Yao has a high fever, he should lie back."

At this time, An Wenlin was just the prince...he went back to the past.

Yao Xuanci lowered his eyes, touched the thick bandage on his chest in a trance, then stabilized his mind, coldly shook off Song Yuyi's hand, and stepped forward with his long legs, "Go home."

He just wanted to see her for himself.

Seeing those gentle eyebrows makes me feel at ease.

As soon as the man left, An Wenlin's face darkened. His dignified prince condescended to come here to visit, and he kindly persuaded him, but Yao Xuanci ignored him because of a woman.

This man is really just like what Yu said, he is a cold and hard rock, he insists on investigating the matter of selling salt, and even going back to the Marquis Mansion even though he is wounded.

Stubborn!

There is no carriage in Dali Temple, Yao Xuanci still remembers where the stables are, enduring the tearing pain on his chest, Jun's face is not moved at all, he turned on the horse neatly, grabbed the rein and pulled the horse, and galloped away.

Bai Ya almost gasped, "My lord! Your injury!"

With this action, the freshly bandaged arrow wound will definitely tear open, and there is no need to think that the wound must be oozing blood!

Yao Xuanci didn't care about these things at all, he rode his horse and galloped all the way, and when he arrived at the Hou's mansion, he was already dripping with cold sweat from the pain, and his thin lips were bloodless.

He rubbed his chest to feel the wetness of his hand, and only glanced at the bright red on his finger, then he walked quickly into Qingyu Yuan, almost bumping into Nanny Song who was about to go out.

"Oh, my God!"

Nanny Song avoided in a panic, looked up and saw that it was her uncle, and before she could salute, she saw him pass by her side with a sullen handsome face, leaving a faint smell of blood in the air.

My uncle was hit by a poisoned arrow, why is he acting like a normal person?

The closer they got, Yao Xuanci's heart beat faster, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and when his trembling palm touched the thin door, he paused, and then knocked solemnly.

When he returned to the imperial city, he only saw the woman's face sleeping peacefully, as well as a Wanzi and Li Shu.

She wrote down all the dissatisfaction in this marriage on paper, as if she could see her frustration, resentment and resentment at that time.

When this happened again, he only hoped that she would not write down this letter again, and live this life safely.

There are thin footsteps in the room, and one can imagine the swaying skirt of the woman when she moves lightly in lotus steps.

The sound of footsteps approached, and the man unconsciously tensed his shoulders. Under the thin crow-blue shirt, he could vaguely see the beautiful muscle lines, and the smell of blood became stronger.

The door squeaked and was pulled open from the inside, and the woman's beautiful amber eyes flashed a bit of surprise when she saw him, "Why are you back here?"

Immediately, his eyes fell on the man's strong chest, seeing a cloud of smudged dark color, his slender eyebrows furrowed, and he was immediately embraced into a warm embrace full of blood.

In the ear, there is a man's hoarse and pleasant voice, "I'm back."

"Arjun, I'm the one who's back."

The author has something to say:

Wen Qiong: (kicks in disgust) What are you doing back here?!!Delay me from running away!

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