Time travel, Your Highness Ninth Prince has been rejected from marriage again!

He handed Yan Muen a porcelain bottle, "There is a charm potion in it. There is no other antidote except sexual intercourse."

Yan Muen showed a satisfied smile and patted the black-robed man on the shoulder, "Well done. I will give you what you want."

"keep your word". The man in black robe left.

Qingyun glanced in the direction where the man in black robe left. There is no difference between wearing this black robe and not wearing it. This voice sounds like Meng Zhiyuan.

Yan Muen sat back to his original position, opened the porcelain bottle and smelled it, with a look of intoxication on his face.

He gently rubbed the porcelain bottle with his hand, with a lewd expression on his face, "Little princess, you have to wait for me."

Qingyun covered her mouth. She was so sick that she almost vomited out her dinner. She said why Yan Muen was staring at her inexplicably. It turned out to be this.

Looking at Yan Siyuan again, his eyes were burning, and Yan Muen looked like he was looking at a dead person. The hand holding Qingyun tightened, causing Qingyun's hand to hurt.

Qingyun frowned, patted his hand, and told him to be gentle. Yan Siyuan turned his head to look at Qingyun and let go of his hand.

Qingyun's hand was already red from his fist. He held Qingyun's hand and blew gently, hoping that this would relieve some of the pain.

Qingyun withdrew her hand and hid it behind her back. Yan Siyuan's blow made her feel itchy.

The two of them stayed on the rafter until Yan Muen took a rest before jumping off the beam.

Qingyun's legs were numb from squatting, and she almost fell when she first came down. Fortunately, Yan Siyuan helped her.

Walking to Yan Muen's bedside, Qingyun took out a stick of incense. It's the sleeping incense. Put the sleeping incense under Yan Muen's breath.

Qingyun relaxed a little after seeing a lot of the incense being inhaled by Yan Muen. He wanted to slap Yan Muen's face, but Yan Siyuan stopped him.

Qingyun looked at Yan Siyuan doubtfully, "What's wrong?".

"It's too dirty." Yan Siyuan took Qingyun's hand away.

Opening Yan Muen's eyes, he looked at Qingyun "Lai".

Qingyun took out the medicinal powder and sprinkled it into Yan Muen's eyes, so much that Yan Muen's eyelids could not be covered.

"Isn't it too much?"

"It's okay, not much."

The two of them didn't stay long and left in a flash. Before Yan Siyuan left, he deliberately left something of his own, but Qingyun didn't notice it.

The last day of autumn hunting is to worship ancestors. The royal family took the lead in paying homage to the emperor's ancestors.

Twenty-eight years after the founding of the Tianyuan Kingdom, Emperor Yan was the founder of the country. There was no need to worship ancestors, but Emperor Yan remembered his roots, so he would still worship him every autumn.

The ancestor worship has not yet begun, and everyone is standing on both sides of the road. Even when worshiping ancestors, they can only wear plain clothes, so at a glance, they are all dressed in white.

Qingyun rarely wears white clothes. Her clothes are all colorful, but white clothes are rarely worn. It can be said that she almost never wears it because she doesn't like it.

Now wearing white clothes, instead of making it look plain, it actually has more fairy aura.

Qingyun was adjusting her sleeves and inadvertently saw Li Shumiao opposite her. Following her line of sight, she saw Li Guangzong standing next to her.

He was grabbing at his clothes, looking disgusted and wanting to take them off. Wang Fang coaxed him softly from the side.

Qingyun took one look and was no longer interested. This kind of family ethics drama is the most troublesome.

Emperor Yan came, also dressed in white, followed by Meng Xiaoxiao and Liu Rong.

Liu Rong was considered a concubine and shouldn't have come, but she somehow managed to get Emperor Yan to bring her here.

Even if Meng Xiaoxiao was so angry that her teeth itched, she didn't dare to say a word. She has been embarrassed enough these days.

Behind Emperor Yan were several princes and princesses, and Yan Muen was supported by others as he walked forward.

Today, as long as he is not dead, he should come to worship his ancestors, even if he is blind.

Qingyun even sent Qiuyue to inquire. Yan Muen's residence was very busy this morning, and many doctors were called.

Qingyun narrowed her eyes and smiled, she deserved it. Whoever told him to scheme against people should now taste the feeling of being schemed against.

When passing Qingyun, Xiaosi, who was supporting Yan Muen, glanced in the direction of Qingyun, and Qingyun looked at her.

Although she didn't find anything, she always felt that her eyes had seen it somewhere. Because she saw Qingyun's eyes filled with deep hatred.

The ancestor worship began, and everyone knelt down to worship.

Emperor Yan lit incense, bowed to the sky three times, and then put the incense into the incense burner himself.

Then look at the five people behind him. Yan Qin'ao, Yan Siyuan, Yan Mu'en, Yan Jingcheng and Yan Yusen knelt side by side on the tuanpu, holding three sticks of incense, and knelt down together.

Just when Yan Siyuan bowed for the third time, his brain suddenly became hot, and he suddenly fell into a trance, and his eyes went dark. Yan Siyuan fainted and fell on the altar.

Emperor Yan immediately stepped forward to support him and shouted down: "Imperial Physician, please tell the Imperial Physician quickly."

Everyone in the audience also became commotion. Qingyun stood up immediately and rushed to the altar, but was stopped by the guards.

Qingyun frowned and said to Emperor Yan: "Your Majesty, I know medical skills."

Emperor Yan instantly thought of Qingyun's medical skills, and quickly raised his hand to call her over, "Let go, let go of her quickly. Come on, come on."

Qingyun stepped forward and knelt down next to Yan Siyuan, calming down to feel her pulse. Her heart was beating so fast that she couldn't do anything unless she controlled her emotions.

Slowly feel Yan Siyuan's pulse. Yan Siyuan's pulse is very strange. At first she thought there was something wrong with the poison in Yan Siyuan's body, but now she saw that it was not the poison.

Although his pulse was chaotic, there was order in the chaos. The inside of his body was divided into two factions. The two factions were constantly fighting, which caused Yan Siyuan to faint.

Emperor Yan looked at Qingyun nervously. Seeing that Qingyun remained silent, he asked, "How is he?"

Qingyun let go of her hand, exhaled a breath, and looked at Emperor Yan, "Your Majesty, please carry the Ninth Prince back first. I need acupuncture."

"Okay, hurry up, someone will come and carry His Highness Ninth Prince back."

Song Heqing and Xizhu stepped forward and carried Yan Siyuan back. Qingyun also left with them.

Qingyun didn't know anything about ancestor worship after that. In a place where Qingyun did not see, Meng Xunji looked at the backs of several people and fell into deep thought.

Meng Xunji, Emperor Yan's teacher, Meng Zirou's grandfather, and the Duke of Tianyuan Kingdom, this was the first time he appeared in Qiu Lie in the past few days.

Qingyun followed a few people to the place where Yan Siyuan lived. The most important thing now was to control the flow inside Yan Siyuan.

Silver needles were used to seal all Yan Siyuan's acupuncture points, suppressing his insides. Qingyun was sitting at the table waiting for Yan Siyuan to wake up. She had something to ask him.

After a while, Yan Siyuan woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw Qingyun, with many silver needles stuck in his body.

He looked at Qingyun and asked, "Can I drink some water?" The silver needles on his body melted and he couldn't move, feeling a little aggrieved.

Qingyun poured him a glass of water, helped him up, and put the water to his mouth herself. She doesn't argue with her patients.

When Qingyun took the cup away, Yan Siyuan's lips touched Qingyun's hand. Qingyun paused and looked at Yan Siyuan.

Yan Siyuan asked in confusion: "What's wrong?".

"It's okay." Qingyun shook her head. Maybe she thought wrong.

"Can the silver needle be removed?" It was very uncomfortable to have it inserted all the time. He looked like a hedgehog.

"Wait a minute, I have a question for you."

Qingyun looked at him seriously and glanced at the room again, her meaning was obvious.

Yan Siyuan also became serious and said: "Xizhu, watch carefully."

"Yes", Xizhu responded outside the door.