The prince spared his life! The lady has been reborn to save you

"Lu Feng, I'm sleepy."

Wei Xingli ignored the King of Yue and walked lazily into the South Courtyard, his upturned peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, looking as lazy as a gorgeous Persian cat.

Lu Feng dealt with the King of Yue as usual, "Your Highness, the Yuwen family used a poison to injure the Shenyi Guard Lu Feng, and his fiancée begged the prince to take charge. Just now, the prince took her to see Lord Yuwen."

The King of Yue frowned. No one in the imperial city would seek death against the Shen Yiwei. Looking to the side of the carriage, a little girl was trembling and hanging her head.

"What he said is true."

Qiaoyu was stunned for a moment before she realized that the King of Yue was asking her, and she suddenly became a little flustered.

My son is scary enough, how come he has to deal with me again?

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince captured Yuwen Feng's father and ordered his men to carve two large turtles on his buttocks with a knife.

The old man’s screams and his white, bloody buttocks are still swirling in my head.

She was frightened and confused.

“Really…really…”

Chu Yizhao frowned slightly and looked at the expressionless boy not far away.

Chang Nian had a light yellow cloak hanging in his arms and was looking at the opposite side in a trance.

He had already guessed about her tears and impatience last night, and at this moment, with the breeze gentle in the early morning and everything quiet, he heard it clearly, and he couldn't even deceive himself.

"Always recite it."

Chu Yizhao called him softly. She was standing in a good position, behind an old tree, blocking her view. Chang Nian turned her head when she heard the voice, and walked over silently after seeing the person. "Miss, you are back."

Looking at the same red bloodshot in his eyes, Chu Yizhao blinked his dry eyes, "Not asleep?"

Chang Nian shook his head, "Have you found the antidote?"

He asked with some difficulty.

Grass.

You also have to worry about your love rivals.

Chu Yizhao was about to answer, but Chang Nian raised his hand to interrupt him, "Forget it, please stop talking. I am not that close to him..."

With a bitter heart, he saw Lu Rui's thin autumn shirt, and shook out the cloak in his arms, draped it over Lu Rui, and said in a vague voice, "Miss, I will go back first..."

After saying this, he left in a daze.

Lu Rui was inexplicably wearing a piece of light yellow cloth, looking at Chu Yizhao foolishly. His broad shoulders held the narrow cloak tightly, making him look like a bloated chick.

He twisted his shoulders and complained, "Ugly."

Chu Yizhao: “…”

It's quite ugly.

Sighing, Chu Yizhao led Lu Rui to follow Chang Nian. Household chores were difficult to deal with, and there was a person lying half-dead, which was really worrying.

Inadvertently, her wandering gaze met that of a middle-aged man leaving the South Courtyard. She was slightly stunned, then looked away, pretending nothing had happened.

Here, until Chu Yizhao's figure completely disappeared, the King of Yue was unable to come back to his senses for a long time, "That is Chu Huai's daughter."

he asked his entourage.

The attendant said, "Your Highness, yes, Miss Chu has been staying here to recuperate since returning from Guangyin Temple, and she has also been taking care of the prince's illness."

The King of Yue narrowed his eyes. He felt vaguely familiar with the glimpse he had seen that evening. His rebellious son had repeatedly obstructed him, but he had given up. Today, he was caught off guard and saw it.

Her black hair was tied up high with a jade belt. She wore no silk or jade, and no rouge or powder. Her facial features were clearly visible in the morning light, with red lips and white teeth, and her face was as white as jade.

When he was away on official business, he often heard news about this benefactor who saved his mother. She was dull, cowardly, and ignorant of current affairs. But his mother doted on her like a treasure, indulged her in every way, and even arranged her official position in Beijing.

No wonder.

Looks exactly like Li Er.

The King of Yue had his hands behind his back.

He doesn't believe in coincidences.

Are there two people in this world who have nothing to do with each other but look so similar?

In an instant, the three generations of ancestors of Chu Huai and his wife were greeted in King Yue's mind.

Small courtyard.

After Chu Yizhao returned, he immediately went to the bookshelf in the study to look for the Bozhou Travel Notes, which was easy to find because the last place Tianguang visited before his death was Bozhou, and he died in the bamboo house in the back mountain of Tianqing Temple.

Soon, a travel journal appeared in front of Chu Yizhao. After opening it, the thin handwriting was familiar and kind. His fingertips gently stroked the sharp small characters. This was Tianguang's last journal, which clearly recorded all the exotic flowers and plants, poisonous insects and monsters in Bozhou.

Bozhou is vast and rich in resources. There are more than a thousand kinds of medicinal plants. Tianguang records them in detail, including what diseases they can cure, how to use them together, and what contraindications there are. Every herb is recorded in detail.

It was called a note, but in fact it was like a thick book. Chu Yizhao bent over the desk, filtering out irrelevant words and only looking for words related to cold things and Yueling flowers.

The oil lamp went from dim to bright, the sky turned pale, and the sunlight emitted a golden glow, which passed through the window and gradually blurred the mottled handwriting.

Reading is an extremely tiring thing. After several days of hard work, Chu Yizhao could no longer hold on. His eyelids gradually became weak until they completely covered his tired eyes.

Fine wisps of wind blew by, carrying up a few pieces of thin paper. The rustling sound of the papers colliding was particularly loud in the quiet study.

"Be good, human life is at stake, don't be lazy."

A smiling voice fell into my ears.

Master? !

"Master, you are back!"

Chu Yizhao didn't know where he was. It was pitch black all around him. He couldn't see or touch anything. That smile floated from the depths of the ethereal nothingness, like the warm sun stained between the white clouds.

She suddenly felt a little aggrieved, "Master, you came back to see me. Where are you? Can you let me see you? I miss you so much. I'm scared to be here alone..."

Even though I have thousands of words to say, I don’t know where to start. I sob as I express the loneliness and anxiety hidden in my heart.

"Be good, Zhaozhao, don't be afraid. Your master will always be with you."

"Ah?" Chu Yizhao paused and whispered, "I just want to see you. There's no need to raise a ghost..."

"Silly Zhaozhao." Tianguang's voice was helpless and doting, with a hint of sigh and indulgence, "Zhaozhao, my good disciple, don't come here again, go back quickly..."

The gentle sigh drifted farther and farther away, like the misty white mist rising from the green hills after the rain.

Chu Yizhao was stunned with tears in his eyes, "Are you leaving so soon?"

"Go back, Zhaozhao, don't come here again, my Zhaozhao, someone is waiting for you..."

"Master, please don't, Master, Master..."

"Miss!!!!"

"Uh."

The scream broke through the eardrums, and Chu Yizhao woke up suddenly, with a breath of air flowing down his throat. It was bright all around, and day had arrived.

She fell asleep sitting on the armchair in the study and had a dream.

Huaichun waved the handkerchief over her face with a worried look on her face, "What's wrong, Miss? Please don't scare me."

Chu Yizhao felt a wet and sticky touch on her forehead. She was stunned for a moment, then she realized that she was sweating profusely in the cold winter without a charcoal fire.

The beads of sweat that had not been wiped off dripped down the side of the cheek and onto the paper, making a light "click" sound.

Chu Yizhao looked down and saw a drop of water soaking a blob of ink on the paper. The straw paper was fragile and wrinkled quickly. She frowned and picked up the brush next to her to fill in the blank space. Suddenly, her eyes froze.

No, she didn't see this.

The thick notebook was half open, and it contained a dense collection of unfamiliar herbs that she had not yet read. One of them was called Fuyang Grass, which was circled in ink.

Title: Chi Family of Bozhou——

"Miss." Huaichun took back the handkerchief, and looked at Chu Yizhao worriedly, and said, "Miss, General Ji is here."