Five miles away from the Yue Xi military camp, there is a small town called Linbing Town.

This town specializes in the business of past merchants and Sergeant Xiumu. The two courtyards that Song Beiming bought for Yan Xi are at the east end of this town.

It only takes half a cup of tea to ride a horse from the main camp.

Today, the two courtyards at the east end of the town suddenly became busy. Soldiers came in and out, and some people who looked like civil servants also appeared here.

The people in the town hadn't seen the battle, they looked around, and the patrol waved at them, telling them not to look.

The people all retracted their necks again, and someone said: "Even the patrol team is here, it must be a high-ranking official."

"To be able to have such a big ostentation, it must be a particularly big official?"

"Just now, I saw several people in the uniforms of the second-rank deputy general go in, and some people in the scarlet official uniforms of the fourth rank and above."

"The person who lives in it must be the governor. No one else will be able to suppress this scene."

In the courtyard of the third entrance, civil servants and military generals stood outside the hanging flower gate. Fang Xun came out from the inside and led everyone out, saying: "Everyone has worked hard today, let's all go back. The governor has a deputy to look after him, and the doctor will also take care of you."Come here, there will be no serious problems. I will go back to the camp with everyone to deal with Han Dutong's funeral. The adults have to start writing letters to Beijing, and arrange the compensation for the sacrificed soldiers. Things are piled up. TonightPlease everyone stay up all night."

Only then did the generals have a backbone, and they left with Fang Xun.

The outer courtyard was quiet, and the inner courtyard was brightly lit.

Zhou Ci came out from the main room, and Song Beiming followed to the eaves.

When they came out of the house, the darkness surrounded them all at once.

Song Beiming didn't bother to take off his armor, standing under the wind lamp, slowly unbuttoned it, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Zhou, please go ahead."

Seeing the gloomy look on Song Beiming's face, Zhou Ci knew that Song Beiming was not feeling well today, so he said without hesitation, "Your Highness is in poor health. He suffered from 'Rong' for many years, and hurt his vitality. Today, he vomited blood because of depression."

Song Beiming paused with his unbuttoned hands, tore off the armor, and threw it on the railing under the eaves: "Why did 'Rong' suddenly explode today?"

'Ku' didn't show any symptoms, this time Song Beiming had no way of judging Yan Xi's situation by comparing it with Ku.

Zhou Ci's clothes were also wet at first, he chased Yan Xi to the main camp, and when he arrived at the gate, he was invited to the yard, and after that he was in a hurry to see a doctor, by now, most of his clothes were dry.

He still has to take care of the sick, so he can't get sick. He picked up the anti-cold medicine that Yan Xi had boiled, poured himself a bowl, wiped his mouth and said: "This is not the first time that the blood exploded. When His Highness first used it,If you are not careful, you will not be able to control the effect of the medicine, and you will experience the symptoms of qi and blood surge. And when the body explodes, it will magnify your desires and emotions. Your Highness has endured it for many years and worked very hard. Your Highness has suffered a lot these yearsIn addition to being suppressed by medicine and stones, it is also suppressed by heart. His Highness is extremely persevering, today is really sad, just lost his mind for a while, Rong lost control."

Song Beiming wanted to hear about Yan Xi's past, but his heart was pierced when he heard it. He clenched his knuckles in the shadows and asked in a deeper voice, "Will it hurt you if you explode?"

Zhou Ci said worriedly: "It will definitely hurt, people's vitality is always so small, if you use too much here, there will be less..."

Song Beiming felt a dull pain in his heart, and he closed his eyes hard, feeling that the night was too thick to melt away, and it made people feel extremely depressed.He stared into the night and asked: "My Ku can not only help him resolve 'Rong', but also help him control 'Rong', right?"

Zhou Ci was not surprised that Song Beiming would make such a judgment.

He observes the relationship between Song Beiming and Yanxi, Song Beiming gets close intentionally or unintentionally, and Yan Xi leans on them naturally.When the two were together, Yanxi's body was obviously relaxed.

Zhou Cidao: "Theoretically, as long as Rong still exists, His Highness's physical consumption will not stop. During the days that His Highness and the third master...cough... have been together, although some of Rong has been resolved, but as time goes by, some of it is very serious.It is stubborn and difficult to change, and this part will still consume His Highness's body. However, I see that His Highness's body has not deteriorated recently, perhaps it is the help given by the third master."

Song Beiming is the closest to Yan Xi, he is familiar with every part of Yan Xi's body, he loves every part and remembers it in his heart, even the small changes are cherished by him.

Naturally, he also saw that Yan Xi's health hadn't deteriorated these days, so he asked, "Why?"

Zhou Cidao: "For example, if you get some diseases once, you won't get it again. Maybe it's because the third master is in good physical condition and has produced something that can resist dryness. That thing can't consume the third master, but it can be used by the third master. AndKurong and Rong are one body, His Highness has the ability to resist Rong after receiving the help of the third master."

Song Beiming was puzzled, and said, "But why has Wei Yu been losing weight recently?"

Zhou Ci frowned and said: "One is the exhaustion of Rong; the other is that the stomach is damaged and the diet is difficult; the third is that His Highness is too preoccupied and doesn't think about eating. I have been treating the stomach recently, and it seems to be better these days, butHis Highness doesn't think about food, so he can only persuade him from the sidelines."

Song Beiming kept it in his heart, and thought of a more important question: "If Wei Yu's glory is completely resolved or controlled, what will happen?"

Zhou Ci thought of Yan Xi begging him not to tell Song Beiming and Shang Baiheng about his deteriorating health.Since he promised, he couldn't break his promise.

But Zhou Ci, as a doctor, couldn't say nothing, his wish for Yan Xi to live a good life was not weaker than that of Song Beiming.So he replied in a roundabout way: "It will show His Highness's original physical condition, which will be worse than five years ago."

Song Beiming's Meifeng gathered tightly and said, "Were Wei Yu in poor health five years ago?"

"Not too good, otherwise I won't be forced to use Rong by the situation." Zhou Ci couldn't go any further, and changed the subject, "If Ren Rong keeps consuming, His Highness will only get worse and worse."

"I want Wei Yu to live on, even if I'm a little sick, I'll just take care of her, and I have to be around." Song Beiming actually had a pre-judgment, and his opinion was vaguely expressed as early as the last time he talked with Zhou Ci outside the military tent.As mentioned above, at this time he still firmly said, "Since I can control Ku, Rong must also have some way to control it. No matter what the price is, I want Wei Yu to live well."

Zhou Cidao: "His Highness said earlier that he would cooperate with the treatment. His Highness also meant not to be prosperous on the surface, but to work hard to stop the consumption of glory."

"From now on, I will come to dine with Wei Yu every day." Song Beiming watched the wind lamp on the eaves swaying slightly, and the wind that had been blowing for a day finally subsided. He looked sideways at the window of the main room and said, "Sir is also here."Let's stay in the yard, when the light rain comes this time, I won't leave."

Zhou Ci nodded.

Song Beiming turned to face the door, then paused and asked, "How long will it take for the light rain to wake up?"

"As long as there is no shortness of breath, it's not a big deal. I've given him the needle, and from the pulse, His Highness has recovered from the fainting. The reason why he didn't wake up is probably due to depression." Zhou Ci pinched the medical record and said"When a person encounters a major change, losing consciousness is also a form of body self-protection. His Highness has a strong sense of survival in his heart, and he is working hard to protect his body. His Highness promised us that we will cherish ourselves. He keeps his promise and will definitelyHe did what he said, and he is trying his best to fulfill his promise at this time."

When Zhou Ci said this, he felt sorry for Yan Xi. After thinking about it, he said: "Your Highness is too tired. If you can sleep, let His Highness sleep more. At most, His Highness will wake up when it's time to sleep. I will go and give it to you first."Your Highness cooks the medicinal meal."

Song Beiming nodded: "I'll accompany him. Mr. Zhou has worked hard."

"He is my Highness, and it is my duty to take care of him, not to mention hard work." Zhou Ci was very solemn when he said this. He walked out of the eaves and watched the clouds in the sky disperse, and a full moon jumped out of the clouds.He said softly, "Today is Mid-Autumn Festival."

Song Beiming was very busy today, Yan Xi was ill, he couldn't sit still, he didn't pay attention to the weather at all.

At this time, Wen Yan looked at the full moon, and saw a thin cloud slowly dissipating beside the moon.

Song Beiming thought of his special bond with Yan Xi on a full moon night, but his Wei Yu was lying on the sickbed today.

Song Beiming felt sad for a while, but he didn't know the past and the past.

Song Beiming returned to the main room, and the attendants retreated quietly.

Song Beiming was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning over to look at Yan Xi carefully, the corners of his eyes that were once red when he touched them lightly, and his lips that were bright red even without a touch of vermilion, now they were as pale as fine porcelain, making people dare not touch them for fear they would break if touchedup.

Yan Xi was clearly right in front of him, but Song Beiming felt that Yan Xi was like the thin cloud just now, which could be blown away by the wind.

Song Beiming was restless, took out a small knife, cut some blood and fed it to Yan Xi, then moved closer to smell Yan Xi's body.

Rong was weaker than before, Song Beiming calmed down a bit, turned over on the couch, and hugged Yan Xi in his arms.

Hugging the person so full, Song Beiming finally felt that Yan Xi was real.

Yan Xi fell into a dream that she couldn't struggle.

In the dream, it was raining heavily.

He was chasing something with pain all over his body, and after running for a long time, he finally saw Han Linmo galloping away on a war horse in the distance.

He was confused and ignorant in the dream, and then he remembered what he was doing here, and shouted: "Master!"

Han Linmo turned a deaf ear and continued to leave.

Yan Xi was also very anxious in the dream, so she used her kung fu to chase after her.

Probably Han Linmo saw that he was chasing too fast, so he reined in his horse and stopped.

Yan Xi stretched out his hand to pull the reins, but Han Linmo took the horse a few steps away, kept a distance from him and said, "Wei Yu is obedient, go home."

Yan Xi was taken aback for a moment, but couldn't understand, and asked dully: "Master, where is my home?"

Han Linmo didn't look back, sat upright on the horse and said, "Wherever you like, that's your home."

"But people can't just choose what they like." Yan Xi retorted sadly, recalled slowly during the hesitant reply, opened her eyes slightly and said, "I remembered, there are mothers and younger sisters in my family, they needMe, I still have a very important exam waiting for me, I want to go back to that home."

"Then you go back." Han Linmo nodded, his back was stiff like a living person, his voice was more rigid than in reality, but his tone was trying to express kindness, "I'm going to another place as a teacher, so I won't see you off."is you."

"Master," Yan Xi burst into tears subconsciously, "Why don't you take a look at your apprentice? Do you also think that I am heartless and ungrateful, that everyone is keeping me, but I just want to leave?"

Han Linmo's neck moved clumsily, as if he wanted to turn his head to look at him, but he stopped for some reason, still did not look back, and said slowly, "Wei Yu, if you were ruthless, you wouldn't have come hereCome and find me, go back quickly."

Yan Xi asked in a daze: "Where are you going back? Where is your home? Who can tell me, where exactly are you going back?!"

At this moment, groups of people approached in the distance.

Yan Xi looked over with tears in his eyes, and saw a woman in a snow-white dress, whose back resembled Tang Yaoxue very much; she also saw a person wearing a green official uniform, who walked with a serious look just like Wen Lan; she also saw the majesticThe Canglong army stood solemnly in the rain.

Yan Xi was wondering why Tang Yaoxue, Wen Lan, and the Four Thousand Canglong Army were here when he suddenly felt a pain in his chest and was pushed back a few steps by something.

He fixed his eyes on the person who pushed him, and saw that the person sitting on the horse carrying Han Linmo had lost his head.

Yan Xi burst into tears with a wow.

His emotions, which had been suppressed for a long time, collapsed when he saw the headless body of Han Linmo. He curled up sadly, his brows were so tight that water could be wrung out, and he cried out aggrievedly: "Everyone of you don't tell me if you are going to leave.Tell me not to be sad, then why are you leaving?"

Yan Xi said helplessly: "Why do you all abandon me here?!"

Yan Xi was half awake, her whole body trembling as if drenched by cold rain, many figures flashed before her eyes:

Zhao Chong, who he killed in the Metropolitan Procuratorate;

Gong Qiong who died before his eyes by the Zhuque Lake;

Liu Bing, who was impeached to death by him;

Yan Zhao who died after he refused to save him, and those Yan brothers who died tragically;

He slapped Jiang Pu on Fengtian Temple;

Jiang Lei, who failed to assassinate him, died at his feet;

There are many, many dead people whose names he can't name.

These people seem to have finally found Yan Xi's seemingly invulnerable weakness, floating from all directions.

Yan Xi said: "Go away."

He pulled out Liushuang and wanted to kill these people again.

But he was wronged holding the knife, he should be holding a pen, but he came here to kill people, his body was covered in dirty blood.

He was originally a simple high school student, but now he is not clean.

The long-standing sense of brokenness tore Yan Xi apart in his dream.

He didn't know who he was, and he didn't know where he was going.

It seems that whatever he does is wrong, but he can't stop it. Some people are constantly dying for him, and some people are urging him to move forward.

Who is he?

The dream gradually turned into a vast expanse of white.

Gradually, Yan Xi knew that this was a dream, but he couldn't find the exit of the dream.

He walked to the left and saw the figures of Tang Yaoxue, Wen Lan and Han Linmo, these close relatives and close friends urged him to go back quickly;

He walked to the right and was besieged by those evil spirits;

Instead, he walked forward, and he couldn't catch up with the four thousand Canglong soldiers walking away in unison;

And going backwards is an endless abyss.

Yan Xi didn't know how to escape from this dream, he was about to be annihilated by pain.

He's really about to break.

The rain in the dream was so heavy that it would be cold even if it rained on the body.

"Slight rain, light rain." Song Beiming shook Yan Xi lightly. He saw Yan Xi's lips moving, and when he got closer, he could only vaguely hear "go home" and "get away".

Yan Xi cried in her dream, and the tears rolled down unconsciously.He finally heard a familiar voice calling him. As soon as the voice sounded, the evil spirits backed away in fright.

Yan Xi finally found the exit of the dream.

Song Beiming's voice was right next to his ear: "Wei Yu, wake up quickly, Meng Ze is waiting for you."

"Liu Yu, go home."

While Yan Xi was dizzy, Song Beiming held her hand.

That hand forcefully pulled him back to reality, Yan Xi quietly opened his eyes, he didn't want to cry, but tears just slid down the corners of his eyes.

Song Beiming felt bad when he held Yan Xi's hand. His palm was hot but not sweaty. He didn't dare to shout loudly for fear of startling Yan Xi, so he turned his head and gestured to Zhou Ci.

Zhou Ci calculated the time when Yan Xi would wake up, and had already prepared the medicinal meal and waited in the room, so he hurried over and put his hand on Yan Xi's pulse.

Zhou Ci listened to the pulse for a while, tested Yan Xi's body temperature, checked Yan Xi's heartbeat, lips and tongue, and then slightly opened Yan Xi's front. Seeing a red pimple on his chest, his face changed suddenly: "Not good, severe typhoid fever."

Zhou Ci knew that Yan Xi suffered from the cold rain, but because Yan Xi never got sick after using her body, Zhou Ci put Yanxi's vitality first, and did not use heavy medicine on Yanxi, for fear of hurting Yanxi's foundation even more.So only light-acting anti-cold medicine was used.

But Yan Xi happened to be sick.

No one understands Yan Xi's brokenness and suffering, they all think that he is omnipotent and invincible.

This disease is fierce, and people are still well at night, but in the middle of the night, they are cold all over, and then have a high fever.do not wake up.

The sickness keeps coming.

There was a roar in Yan Xi's ears, and the world was spinning with his eyes closed.

He lay weakly between the soft quilt, the only strength came from the palm of his hand, he relied on that strength to support himself in the upside-down dizziness, trying to fall asleep again and again, but was woken up again and again.

Yan Xi heard Song Beiming keep calling him "Liu Yu, go home".

It was also as if he heard Han Linmo urging him to "go back, go home quickly".

One moment he was shivering from the cold rain in his dream, and the next moment he was scalding as if soaked in hot water.

Yan Xi couldn't wake up, the scenes since he passed through the book flashed before his eyes like a movie, and the classroom that haunted his dreams was actually the background of the movie.

This kind of mixed presentation of different dimensions is so weird that it makes people stand upright.

Gradually, Yan Xi couldn't tell whether he was in a dream, in a book, or in reality, and he couldn't breathe under the pressure of multiple dreams.

He was being torn apart, and his body was going to be broken into countless pieces.

Yan Xi was too tired and too sad, the grief Han Linmo gave him was a heavy blow, it hurt Yan Xi who had never been in pain.

It hurts so much.

He was alone, but he was stabbed by countless knives, as if the only way to escape the pain was to die.

But he can't die.

Yan Xi couldn't tell whether it was day or night, she woke up several times with difficulty, and then hastily fell into long-term chaos.

No one watches the full moon on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, and a corner of the full moon is missing in a blink of an eye.

Jingdu, Palace of Heavenly Purity, at the end of Yinshi.

At this hour on weekdays, Emperor Tianxi had already got up, Ming Zhong was afraid of missing the morning court, so he waited anxiously outside the inner hall for a while, but when he heard that there was still no movement inside, he called softly: "Your Highness, it's time to get up."

There was no answer from the account.

Ming Zhong increased his voice again.

Still no sound.

Ming Zhong raised his heart suddenly, ran to the tent with a small step and shouted again: "Your Highness?"

It's so close, with Emperor Tianxi's vigilance, it's impossible not to hear it.But Emperor Tianxi still didn't respond to him.

This was an unprecedented situation, Ming Zhong raised the curtain anxiously, and saw that Emperor Tianxi was motionless.

Ming Zhong was so frightened that he fell to the ground, sweating profusely, how many storms he had gone through, if something happened this time, it would be a catastrophe.

He tremblingly tried Emperor Tianxi's snorting with his hands, and the moment his fingers got closer, his heart was about to jump out, and finally he breathed a sigh of relief when he tested Emperor Tianxi for breathing.

But Emperor Tianxi couldn't wake up no matter what.

Fortunately, Ming Zhong was an old man, he calmed down a little in the panic, knew that this matter should not be made public, he walked quickly to the gate of the hall and said, "Go and invite Ying Zhu to come."

Ying Zhu lives in Zhaoren Hall on the east side, and since Yan Xi made him the crown prince, he has never been in bed again, even if he was on duty to keep watch at night, Emperor Tianxi would not ask him to go to the dragon bed.

Emperor Tianxi seemed to regard him as a pure servant again, except for occasionally looking at him more, he never showed any intimacy with him.

Ying Zhu faintly felt that something was wrong with Emperor Tianxi.

He missed Emperor Tianxi, and hated Emperor Tianxi at the same time. In the deliberate alienation of Emperor Tianxi, he did not make any efforts to flatter him, and obeyed this arrangement.

It happened to be his rest last night, and he received news from the Western Region at night, hearing that Yan Xi had been seriously ill for several days, and he was so worried that he stayed up all night.

Ying Zhu got up early this morning, and it's not yet time for him to be on duty.

He was startled for no reason, thinking of going to Emperor Tianxi to tell the news about the western region, but if he approached him shamelessly, Emperor Tianxi would give him a cold face.

Ying Zhu was standing by the window, clutching her sleeves in disbelief, when suddenly she heard the little eunuch's words from Ming Zhong outside the door.

Ying Zhu had a bad intuition, because Emperor Tianxi hadn't broken through the rotation arrangement to pass him on during this period.

He got up in a panic, kicked over the small chair in front of him, ran to the outside of Zhaoren Hall, and quickly stopped his pace.

There are rules for walking around in the palace, and you can't make too much noise, otherwise, if there is any trouble, it will be guessed by people's imagination.

Ying Zhu felt uneasy, but she couldn't run, and hurriedly pushed open the door of Qianlong Palace.

Ming Zhong closed the door immediately after he entered.

Seeing Ming Zhong's actions and expression, Ying Zhu knew that something was wrong.

He ran up and down in the palace where there was no outsider, knelt beside the dragon bed, seeing that Emperor Tianxi was motionless, his eyes turned red and he shouted, "Your Majesty!"

These days, he is the same as Ming Zhong and the others, calling him Emperor Tianxi.

Emperor Tianxi didn't respond.

Ying Zhu called out urgently: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"