Although Yan Xi's life was saved, she was still lingering in a sick bed.

I sent a letter to the palace to invite the imperial physician, but no one came for several days.

In the end, Shang Baiheng invited Zhou Ci from the Supreme Hospital for some reason.

When Zhou Ci came, dressed in normal clothes and carrying a medicine box, Yan Xi had been unable to get out of bed for several days.Fortunately, the consciousness is still awake.

Zhou Ci gave him an injection, and Yan Xi finally stood up.

Yan Ling'er stayed by the bed every day, seeing Yan Xi waking up this day, she wiped away her tears and couldn't stop calling: "Brother".

Yan Xi stroked her hair, comforted her and said, "Brother is just too tired, don't worry Linger, don't cry, it won't look good when you cry."

Yan Ling'er was past the age at which she could be easily coaxed, and she refused to believe that she actually dug out all her valuables and wanted to give them to Zhou Ci.With red eyes, she said to Zhou Ci: "I beg the imperial physician Zhou to save my brother, and not put him to death like he did to my concubine mother. As long as you save my brother well, this princess will not hate you anymore."

This sentence shocked everyone in the room.

Zhou Ci hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed several times, saying repeatedly: "I dare not! I'm guilty!"

Yan Xi hurriedly asked Lian Xin and Zhi Juan to coax Yan Ling'er down, and then sent Wang An out.

Only he, Zhou Ci, and Shang Baiheng were left in the room.

Yan Xi said: "The teacher knew that there was something wrong with this disease, so he called the imperial doctor Zhou? Otherwise, for an ordinary cold, just a doctor in the city is enough. Even if I am not in good health, it will not be an ordinary cold.A cold can kill you."

Shang Baiheng and Zhou Ci looked at each other and fell silent in unison.

Yan Xi's gaze swept across the two of them slowly, and stopped on Shang Baiheng.

Shang Baiheng caught his gaze, nodded firmly to him and said: "Your Highness, the road ahead may be full of difficulties, Your Highness, dare to go forward?"

Yan Xi was still sweating profusely, but his eyes were full of light. He looked back at his teacher and said firmly, "I don't regret this trip, and I don't care about the future."

Shang Baiheng smiled very slowly.

From the bottomless pupils of her teacher, Yan Xi saw unfathomable strategies.

With Zhou Ci, Yan Xi's illness was finally healed.

At nightfall, Yan Xi went back to the house and spread out a cushion to do yoga.

This illness made him understand that blindly keeping a low profile might not wait for his enthronement, but would consume his frail body to death, and even be poisoned to death unconsciously.

Based on the fact that the original owner died at the age of 20, he was still six years away from being 20.

When Yan Xi was struggling with his illness, he deeply understood that he could not sit still, because six years was his deadline.

Because her body was just right, she only did half of the usual amount of yoga. At this time, Yan Xi's body was warm but not tired, and her mind was empty during yoga. This would be the moment of sobriety.

He thought quickly, went through the important nodes in the original work, and slowly sorted out a few faintly visible lines from those intricate plots.

Most people read "The Secret History of the Prince" as a group favorite, but Yan Xi prefers the logic of the original.Except for the last chapter of the original book, the layout of the previous article is very sincere, and there are some clues that can be called grass snake gray lines, which are amazing.

Assuming that the author didn't write the last chapter suddenly and madly, there must be a foreshadowing in front of it.

But where is the foreshadowing?

Yan Xi thought, is this congenital deficiency and sick body a foreshadowing?If so, what does it indicate?

Yan Xi suddenly thought of a certain possibility.

He was taken aback by the thought.In the room burning with black charcoal, there was an illusion of plunging into a cold pool in the ice and snow, and goose bumps all over his body.

"The ending is written according to the established logic, I think it's okay" - this is the only response given by the author.At that time, the readers didn't think about it at all, and rushed to curse.

What if the ending written by the author is indeed supported by logic?

What if... the original owner's health is so poor that he won't live to be twenty years old?

So, do those people in the original book spoil him, lie to him, and imprison him, do they have other reasons and motives?

Shang Baiheng called Yan Xi while walking in, turned around the screen and saw Yan Xi crossing his legs and looking down thinking, he couldn't help but take a second look.

The firefly candles illuminated the room dimly, and the warm light fell on the sweat on Yan Xi's forehead, against the snow-white skin, it shone with crystal light.

Yan Xi was white and chubby, with a pair of black and clear eyes on her immature round face, making her look extraordinarily innocent.

Just after exercising, the clothes were a little messy, a small section of white skin was exposed at the neckline, and tiny beads of sweat slipped in.

For no reason, Shang Baiheng turned his eyes away and exited the inner room.

Upon hearing the movement, Yan Xi raised her head and called out: "Teacher?"

"Mmm." Shang Baiheng's voice seemed deeper than usual.

Yan Xi put on his clothes and went outside, shivering from the cold.

Then he heard a click, Shang Baiheng closed the door, and turned to the eaves.

Yan Xi asked suspiciously: "Why is Teacher looking for me?"

"It's nothing." Shang Baiheng's voice gradually became farther away, "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Yan Xi heard the footsteps outside and walked away.

When Wang An came back with hot water, he asked, "I met Mr. Shang just now, and he left in a hurry. What's the matter?"

Yan Xi also didn't understand and said: "I don't know either."

Wang An also let this matter go, he filled the tub with warm water, and said to Yan Xi before leaving: "Your Highness, take a bath."

After sitting for a while, Yan Xi was drenched in sweat, so she took off her clothes and sat in the water.

This is already Yan Xi's most extravagant enjoyment in the imperial mausoleum.The imperial tomb is poor, and his and Yan Ling'er's rations and supplies have been deducted layer by layer, and charcoal has to be saved.

The water temperature was just right, Yan Xi leaned on the rim of the bucket and fell asleep.

There was a sudden gust of wind, it was nothing at all, Yan Xi opened his eyes in a jerk - the doors and windows were closed tightly, and the curtains in the room were drawn down, so there could be no wind.

As if conjured out of thin air, a person stood in front of Yan Xi.

The person who came was tall and straight, with an imposing manner.

Song Beiming.

Song Beiming held the long sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword pressed against Yan Xi's throat.

The accident happened so suddenly that Yan Xi didn't have time to react, he instinctively broke free, and a sharp pain came from under his Adam's apple.

bleeding.

The other party was merciless and wanted his life.

In this dangerous situation, Yan Xi stretched her body tightly.

The other party's sword moved forward a little more, and Yan Xi held the sword with his bare hands.

His hands were dripping with water, and blood soaked into the water, and wet red traces slid from between his fingers.

The pain in the palm stimulated Yan Xi to calm down quickly, he looked into the bottomless dark eyes of the other party.

In these eyes, there is a frenzied evil wave being suppressed.

Yan Xi didn't dare to provoke the other party, she just kept her current movements and looked at the other party with good eyes.

Song Beiming said with a cold face: "The crime of parents is not as good as that of children and grandchildren. I planned to let you go."

Yan Xi met the other party's gaze, not daring to make the slightest movement, he thought quickly.

Song Beiming's eyes were gloomy and cold, and his expression was ferocious: "But, now that I don't even have my parents, if I let you go, who will let me go?"

What?!

Yan Xi was shocked.

Song Beiming's parents... Beiyuan King and Princess passed away?

Yan Xi searched hard for the description in the original book, her heart skipped a beat.

The Beiyuan Wang lineage is an important force, because it is not the protagonist, there are only a few pens about the changes.In the original book, King Songqing of Beiyuan died in battle at this point in time, and then Princess Beiyuan led the army to snatch the body of King Beiyuan. Although she snatched it back, she was also seriously injured and died soon after.

The couple died for their country and were buried at Langfeng Pass.

In the past, when Yan Xi saw this place, she was also in awe.The hero sacrificed his life, and only got a few loess in the frontier, but the capital of the Dajing Dynasty was still singing and dancing.

There is no empathy in this world at all, Yan Xi knows that any expression she shows now is very contrived.Song Beiming's sword pressed down again, as long as he moved a little, the sword would cut his throat.

He grabbed the edge of the sword hard, and the sword wound on his palm deepened.

Blood flow profusely.

Yan Xi was helplessly submerged in the water, the blood-stained pale pink water covered his submerged fruit body somewhat.

He endured the other party's anger, his eyes were filled with water vapor, and he looked very innocent.In the increasingly fierce confrontation, he said carefully: "But I don't have a mother either."

Song Beiming asked sharply, "Do you know what your mother did? Your mother should have died long ago!"

In fact, Yan Xi really wanted to know, even if she died, she deserved to know it.He leaned out of the water, raised his head and chest and asked, "My mother is just a weak woman trapped in the deep palace, what can she do?"

Song Beiming grinned grimly, and he put more strength into his hands: "She made my brother be demoted to a commoner because of her pretentiousness; she hooked her fingers and planted internal support in the army. Is this considered weak?"

Yan Xi was pushed back by the sword, his neck rested on the rim of the barrel, water dripped down the side of his neck.

The water is getting cooler.

The deadly sword edge lingered in Yan Xi's throat.Between life and death, he suddenly realized that the other party didn't want to kill him.

If you want to kill him, why wait until now.

So he let go of his hand, sat up slowly, and straightened his back.

Sure enough, as he got up, the sword avoided inch by inch.

"You won't kill me. Otherwise, you wouldn't have waited until now." Yan Xi looked at the other party without showing weakness, and said calmly, "Your accusations about my mother are all guesswork. I lost my mother and was picked off again."Abandoning Wang Jue, thrown into such a place where no one cares, and people come to kill me from time to time, my situation is no better than that of your brother. The love that my mother and I rely on is just a castle in the air, which looks glamorous, but is actually nothing.If you have a wronged person and a debtor, I think you know who you should turn to to settle the score."

Song Beiming's eyes became even colder, and he actually smiled sinisterly. He moved the tip of his sword to Yan Xi's chin: "Please tell me clearly, who should I settle the score with?"

The more Yan Xi spoke, the smoother he became, and the calmer he became in his heart. He endured the other party's fierce gaze, his wet face was very pitiful, but his tone was unyielding: "I am a prince with no power and power, and I am imprisoned in prison.This place fends for itself. If you ask, I dare not answer a single word."

Song Beiming sneered: "There is something in your words, what do you want me to hear? Do you think you can send me away if you play mystique like this?"

Yan Xi's round almond eyes looked innocent, but he leaned forward and pressed forward: "But what is it if you look for me? What did I do wrong to pay the debt owed to you for others?"

Song Beiming asked sharply, "Do you feel innocent?"

Yan Xi straightened her neck and asked: "I didn't do anything, I even worry about my livelihood every day, I never thought of harming anyone, where did I go wrong?"

Song Beiming scolded angrily: "Pay off the father's debt, and the son pay off the mother's debt. This is yours. How dare you feel wronged?"

"Of course I am wronged!" Yan Xi grabbed the sharp edge of the knife and gasped, "My mother died for no reason, and my father ignored me.Accept your grievances!"

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