Quick Wear: Bai Yueguang perfectly interprets the success of saving the world

As soon as Yan Qing stepped into the yard, Pei Shiyu quickly walked up to Yan Qing.

There was worry in his eyes. He looked Yan Qing up and down, and was relieved to see that she was fine.

Although he had received news that his aunt was fine, Pei Shiyu still couldn't feel at ease unless he came to see her in person.

Now that Yan Qing was standing in front of him in a real way, Pei Shiyu's heart, which had been hanging in the air since Yan Qing left, finally settled down.

He looked up at Yan Qing, his eyes reddened without him noticing: "There is a plague in Xuzhou, I am very worried about my aunt."

Yan Qing said helplessly: "I'm fine, and I didn't have any chance to come into contact with the plague in the government office. Your Majesty doesn't need to worry too much."

Pei Shiyu's voice was hoarse, and he whispered: "But if something happens... Aunt, I'm afraid..."

Yan Qing sighed in his heart and said comfortingly: "Your Majesty, there is no such thing as a surprise, right? The matter in Xuzhou has been almost resolved, and I have returned to the capital, so there won't be any accidents."

Pei Shiyu then said softly: "Yeah."

Fortunately, his aunt was fine. If something really happened, he couldn't guarantee what he would do.

Pei Shiyu stopped talking after he said "hmm". No one knew what he was thinking about.

In order to prevent the atmosphere from remaining silent, Yan Qing had no choice but to ask, "What was the situation in the capital like during the time I was away?"

Hearing Yan Qing's question, Pei Shiyu recalled his fight with Jiang Huaixu, in which he did not gain any advantage, but Jiang Huaixu did not gain the upper hand either, so it could be considered a draw.

But even so, Pei Shiyu's eyes couldn't help but become a little gloomy.

He always felt that Jiang Huaixu did not take him seriously and did not fight him with all his strength, but now he was ready to reveal all his cards when responding.

But Pei Shiyu didn't want Yan Qing to worry about these things anymore, so he hid those dark thoughts and replied with a well-behaved face: "Everything is the same as before, but the Yang Meng that my aunt said before leaving Beijing is indeed very capable. It would be a pity if he was sent back to guard the imperial mausoleum."

After all, anyone who has been associated with the imperial mausoleum has always been a symbol of being neglected, no matter if they are royal relatives or meritorious officials.

But Yang Meng is different. He can make his aunt remember his name. After Liang Tao left, his aunt entrusted him with important tasks, which shows that his aunt values ​​Yang Meng very much.

In this case, it is worth pondering why the aunt only let Yang Meng guard the imperial tomb.

There has always been only one person who can make my aunt treat him with such caution, and that is my father.

After my father passed away, he was buried in the imperial mausoleum.

Yan Qing's expression was indifferent, as if he had no other feelings about it: "Yang Meng is General Yang's youngest son. Your Majesty, how do you want to arrange it?"

Pei Shiyu was a little surprised. No wonder Yang Meng could gain his aunt's trust. But why had he never heard his aunt and General Yang mention it before?

Now that he knows this, the previous arrangement is no longer appropriate.

Pei Shiyu pondered for a moment and said, "Since he is the son of General Yang, let Yang Meng serve under General Liang for two years to hone his skills, and then let him take over the Imperial Guards in the future. What do you think, aunt?"

"Yes. Your Majesty, don't worry about the Imperial Mausoleum. I will have my secret guards look after it."

Pei Shiyu was in a complicated mood. His aunt was still worried about the matters related to his father. His eyelashes drooped: "I will listen to you, aunt."

The two talked about some things in the court until the sunset, when Yan Qing stopped talking and said to Pei Shiyu: "The palace gate will be locked later, Your Majesty should go back early."

Pei Shiyu also quietly left the palace and came to the princess's mansion this time. His original intention was not to let others know that he was out.

Now after hearing Yan Qing's words, he also looked up at the sky and it was indeed getting late.

The time spent alone with his aunt always passed quickly. Pei Shiyu was a little reluctant and didn't want to leave, but when he noticed a hint of fatigue in Yan Qing's eyes, he immediately blamed himself and stopped disturbing Yan Qing.

"Okay, Auntie should also have a good rest."

After Yan Qing nodded in agreement, Pei Shiyu and Ying Yi, who was guarding outside the courtyard, returned to the palace together.

Yan Qing's vision was a little blurry. She closed her eyes and relaxed for a while, and then she felt better.

Fu Yun reappeared beside Yan Qing as soon as Pei Shiyu left.

He helped Yan Qing into the bedroom. The coldness in his eyes was like ice and snow, but it was all directed at Pei Shiyu.

In front of Yan Qing, the coldness of the ice and snow on Fu Yun's body seemed to have dissipated. He asked worriedly, "Your Highness, please be patient. I have sent someone to invite Doctor Lin to come over."

Feeling the pain coming from his heart, Yan Qing let out an imperceptible sigh.

She would be offline for the next few days, so no matter how skilled Lin Huaigu's medical skills were, it would be in vain. But seeing Fuyun's anxious look, Yan Qing acquiesced.

Ever since Yan Qing went to Xuzhou, the toxins in his body had been getting out of control more and more frequently, and each time they had to be suppressed with acupuncture.

After Lin Huaigu came back, he did not dare to relax and kept preparing.

So when Fuyun sent people to look for him, he could also come quickly with the things.

After Lin Huaigu arrived, he took Yan Qing's pulse as usual. He looked solemn and his condition was getting worse day by day, but he didn't have any good solution at the moment.

Facing Fuyun's inquiring eyes, Lin Huaigu shook his head at him.

Seeing this, Fuyun lowered his eyes, with an unclear expression in his eyes.

Lin Huaigu prescribed a tranquilizer for Yan Qing. The trip to and from Xuzhou was bumpy, and he was very nervous in Xuzhou. Now that he is back in the capital, the most urgent thing is to get a good rest. There is no time to think about anything else.

Yan Qing nodded, waited for Fuyun to boil the medicine and then took it. However, even after taking the tranquilizer, he did not sleep well.

Fuyun looked at Yan Qing's brows which were still furrowed in his sleep, and his heart tightened as well.

He gathered the corners of the quilt for Yan Qing, closed the door and walked out.

Lin Huaigu, who had been waiting for Fuyun outside, spoke immediately after seeing him, with a solemn expression on his handsome face.

"Your Excellency should also be aware that His Highness's health is already at the end of its strength."

Lin Huaigu's words broke Fuyun's self-deception, and his coldness and arrogance suddenly disappeared, revealing a bit of decadence.

"Is there really no other way?"

Lin Huaigu sighed, "Maybe there is, but my medical skills are not good enough, so I can't find a way for now. But this time I want to ask, when will the doctor who helped His Highness suppress the poison return to the capital? If I search with him, we may find a way sooner."

Hearing this, Fuyun glanced at Lin Huaigu. From his observations over this period of time, he knew that he was devoted to His Highness and had no ulterior motives.

Therefore, Fu Yun did not hide it any more and said in a solemn tone, "It is Your Highness."

Lin Huaigu was slightly stunned. It was not that person, but Her Highness the Princess herself. Did he guess wrong?

If it was Her Royal Highness the Princess, why did that person develop the pills? There were still many things that didn't make sense, but he didn't dare to ask too much, because if he asked more, Fuyun would become suspicious.

So Lin Huaigu just said with surprise: "It turned out to be His Highness."

Fuyun's eyes were indifferent and he didn't want to talk anymore.

Lin Huaigu collected his thoughts and thought of something. He hesitated and said, "When I was dealing with the plague in Xuzhou, I discussed medical skills with Miss Luo from the Zhenbei Palace. Her medical skills are better than mine. Maybe I can ask her for a try, or go find the medical saint who hasn't appeared in public for a long time."

Fuyun's eyes moved when he heard Luo Tang: "I understand."

Lin Huaigu couldn't tell Fuyun's reaction, since he was wearing a mask, so he could only say, "Then I'll go back first."

Fuyun nodded, and after watching Lin Huaigu walk away, he did not stay here any longer, nor did he go back to Yan Qing's bedroom to guard, but went to the bamboo forest behind the house, where he could see what was happening inside the house through the window.

The night is lonely and the bamboo shadows are heavy.

Fuyun was leaning against a green bamboo. The mask on his face had been taken off at some point, revealing his original face.

He has long eyebrows and eyes, three-dimensional and deep facial features, and his skin is a cold white from not seeing the sun for many years, giving people a cold and sharp feeling.

He had an extremely handsome appearance, but it was ruined by a scar on his right eye that ran from his brow bone to the end of his eye. The wound had long since healed, but a faint red mark still remained.

If Yan Qing saw it, she would definitely be surprised. The face in front of her, except for the light-colored pupils and the scar, looked exactly like Pei Zhuo.

Fuyun picked up a bamboo leaf and placed it to his lips, then whistled an unknown tune.

His eyelashes drooped, and the shadows they cast suppressed the light color in his pupils, making them appear warm at this moment.

The melodious and peaceful tune blew into the house with the evening breeze, and Yan Qing's frown slowly relaxed...