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The old doctor Zhang was seeing Xu Xing in the room, and he didn't allow them to accompany them, and drove them all out.

As soon as the door was closed, Chen Hen received a solid blow to the back.

It was Li Tan's crutch.

During the Chang'an Incident more than a year ago, Li Tan injured his leg and had to walk with a cane ever since.He leaned against the wall, raised his hand and swung Chen Hen.

The crutch was made of Qiongzhu, and it was so tough that it hurt even when you beat someone.

Old wounds added new wounds, Chen Hen suffered this suddenly, the pain made his eyes red.

He wanted to beat him again, Chen Hen was not the one being beaten standing up, so he picked up the bamboo stick leaning against the wall and hit Li Tan as well.

The two of them are the fate of old enemies, and they will fight when they meet.

When Chen Wen heard something wrong, he groped around the wall with his hands. Only then did Chen Hen realize that the bamboo stick he picked up was for Chen Wen, and hurriedly handed it back to Chen Wen.

Just like protecting Chen Hen in Chang'an before, Chen Wen pulled him over, stroked his temples, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Chen Hen's eyes were even redder, and he was about to complain to his elder brother, but Li Tan said coldly: "I will give you a good person, and you will make him like this."

Chen Hen had nothing to say.

He owed this to Xu Xing. Xu Xing got sick because of him. Li Tan deserved to beat him twice to vent his anger on Xu Xing's behalf.

"Nonsense." Chen Wen ran his hand down Chen Hen's temples, stroked his face again, said softly "I'm thinner", and continued, "Zhou Mian has had this disease in the past, and it has nothing to do with Li Ting. .”

Li Tan frowned: "Even if he had this disease before, it was because of..."

Ignoring Li Tan, Chen Wen tapped the ground with a bamboo stick, held Chen Hen's hand tightly, and led him to sit on the stone bench in the courtyard in front of the porch.

Chen Hen tried to help him with his backhand, but he said: "You have never been to this Zhuangzi before, brother can't see you at all, brother will take you away."

And Li Tan was left alone, awkwardly holding the bamboo stick, leaning against the door, waiting for the old doctor Zhang to come out.

As soon as he was seated, Chen Hen asked softly, "Brother's eyes?"

"It doesn't matter." Chen Wen put the bamboo stick aside, and took his hand with both hands, "I thought it was nothing important, so I didn't tell you, it just made you uncomfortable."

Chen Hen didn't respond, and he had nothing to say about this matter.In fact, if you think about it, you will know that Chen Wen's eyes and Li Tan's legs were probably made by Li Yan.

Li Yan was not a soft-hearted emperor, when Chen Hen let them go, he knew everything, but left room for Chen Hen.

Besides—

"I owed my life to the crown prince, and I owed the eldest princess and empress several years, and someone had to pay it back." Chen Wen thought for a while, and then said, "Actually, I used to burn my eyes when I stayed up late reading, and now I'm used to it." gone."

Fighting in the court, winner and loser, life and death, this is the truth they understood a long time ago.

Even if they are brothers, once they stand on the opposite side, they cannot be foolproof.

He lowered his voice and said with a smile: "Li Tan is hypocritical and lazy. He can walk with a cane, but he insists on staying in a wheelchair all day long."

"Brother..."

Chen Wen smiled at him: "Didn't you agree earlier? You..."

At this time, the old doctor Zhang pushed the door out, called Chen Hen, and waved to him again.

Chen Wen stopped talking, and said in a warm voice: "I'll talk about it later, you can go."

Chen Hen took the bamboo stick leaning on one side, stuffed it to Chen Wen, climbed over the railing from the front of the court, and came to the old doctor Zhang: "Xu Zhenmian, he..."

"He's fine." The old doctor Zhang grabbed his hand instead, and squinted his eyes to check his pulse. "He's just like that after taking the medicine. He'll be fine after a day of sleep. Where did you hurt?"

"The palms." Chen Hen spread his hands and held them in front of him, "And the forehead. The hands hurt, and the feet hurt too. It must have been touched."

"Really." Old doctor Zhang twitched his beard, and pulled him into the room, "Come in for treatment. Did your group of people collide with something? One by one, none of them are complete, they all look like this. "

Chen Hen leaned over with a smile, and said, "Thank you, the genius doctor."

The old doctor Zhang looked at his wounds in another cleaned-up room, turned his back to him and rummaged through the medicine box, and said gossipingly, "Did you run out without telling the emperor?"

Chen Hen was embarrassed: "Yes."

"When I was still in the north, the palace sent people to look for me in a hurry."

Chen Hen's eyebrows twitched, feeling something was wrong, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It is said that the emperor vomited blood..." Chen Hen suddenly stood up, and the old doctor Zhang snorted again, "Don't vomit blood too."

Chen Hen said, "Then why are you still here? Hurry back to Chang'an to see the emperor."

"It's not a big deal..."

"You are so irresponsible, doctor, pack up quickly, I will send someone to take you back to Chang'an."

"It's really nothing." The old doctor Zhang pushed him on the seat, "I'd better show you first. Shall I go back to Chang'an? I think you should go back to Chang'an earlier."

"I know, I'll go back right away when this matter is over."

"That..." The old doctor Zhang pressed his head and applied ointment on him, "What's going on with He Xing?"

They were all grown up under the watchful eye of old doctor Zhang.For him, among these children, there is not a single good child.

"He's rebellious." Chen Hen clenched his sleeves tightly, not knowing how to talk to him, he just said, "I stayed with him on a boat for almost half a month, and then I... stabbed him , fell into the water with him."

"Then he is dead?"

"It's hard to say." Chen Hen shook his head, this was not to coax the old doctor Zhang, he said frankly, "His subordinates should have saved him."

The old doctor Zhang unbuttoned his clothes again. Li Tan hit him just now, and now there is a piece of bruise, and there are still some traces that may have been bumped in the water.

"You bunch of brats." Old doctor Zhang changed a bottle of medicated oil, wiped it on her hands, and slapped Chen Hen on the back hard, pushing away the bruise.

Chen Hen took a breath: "It hurts..."

The old doctor Zhang asked back: "When you make a fool of yourself, doesn't it hurt?"

After a while, Chen Hen put on his clothes, and the old doctor Zhang wrapped his hands. He asked cautiously, "Genius doctor, my lifeline won't just be cut off like this, right?"

The old doctor Zhang held back a smile: "It's broken. You have to use your hands when you fall down, why did you cut off your own palm prints?"

Chen Hen looked at his palm: "Isn't that too bad luck?"

He pulled his face and sighed for a while, but the old doctor Zhang couldn't stand it any longer, so he clapped his hands and said, "I'll just treat you, really."

And Chen Hen turned his hands and wrists: "Can I still write like this?"

"What else do you write, let's keep it."

"I have to write a letter to the emperor to keep him safe."

The old doctor Zhang laughed at him: "How can you be considered safe?"

It was already noon when he came out of Mrs. Zhang's infirmary smelling like medicine.

Chen Wen asked someone to leave a meal for him, Chen Hen picked up a few bites casually, and went to Xu Xing's room to have a look.

At that time Li Tan was there, and Chen Hen went over at the risk of being beaten.Xu Xing was still asleep, and his breath was still hot.I stayed there for a while, and didn't come out until evening.

Later, she stayed in her room and wrote letters to Li Yan.

It was still hit by the old doctor Zhang's words-is it safe for you to be like this?

His hands were wrapped up. The wound on his hand was about to heal, but it became worse after soaking in water. Dr. Zhang helped him put on the medicine and wrapped it up again.

Chen Hen held the pen clumsily, and wrote letters to Li Yan like a child learning to write big characters.He couldn't even write well, so it's no wonder that Li Yan would believe what he said was safe.

A lot of paper was wasted, Chen Hen struggled to write two words - send a book.

Looking up, okay, it's already late at night.

Chen Hen covered his face, it was too difficult, even more difficult than writing a policy theory.

When he was in distress, there was a knock on the door outside, and Chen Wen's voice calling him.

Chen Hen subconsciously stood up, packed up the letters, and quickly blew out the candles on the case, leaving only the small candles in front of the bed.He unbuttoned the belt with one hand, and hung it on the hanger with one hand, removed the headband with the other hand, and let the hair loose.

After finishing a series of things quickly, Chen Hen rubbed his hair, opened the door with a sleepy face, and yawned: "Brother."

Chen Wen handed him a bowl of glutinous rice dumplings that were still warm: "Haven't slept yet?"

Chen Hen hurriedly said: "Sleep, I fell asleep early in the morning."

"You bullied your brother so you can't see it?"

"No." Chen Hen shook his sleeves, "I really fell asleep."

Chen Wen shook his head with a smile, lit the bamboo stick and entered the door: "You can eat supper, and go to bed soon after eating."

Needless to say, Chen Hen had already stuffed a dumpling into his mouth with a bowl in his hand, and said vaguely: "Brother, will you sleep with me tonight?"

"En." Chen Wen tapped the ground with a bamboo stick, and continued to walk forward. When he reached the desk, he pinched the wick of the candle that had just been extinguished with his fingers. It was still hot, so he just smiled.

Chen Hen ate a bowl of glutinous rice dumplings, washed and washed, but when he came back, he saw a scroll of silk books on the desk.

As if knowing that he had seen the silk script on the case, Chen Wen said: "Ba Ye delivered the letter a month earlier, saying that you are coming, and asked me to watch you."

He didn't want to call Li Yan Huang Ye, but he always called Li Yan Huang Ye according to his elders.

"This is the silk letter he re-sealed as Marquis of Zhongyi, and the letter I gave you a few days ago. I thought you wanted it. I see that you are busy during the day, so I bring it to you now."

"...Okay." Chen Hen rested his fingertips on the silk book for a long time, but he dared not open it.

Finally, he turned around, took off his clothes, and went to bed with the lamp on.

The two brothers slept together on a small bamboo couch, just like they did in Jiangnan when they were young.

After a long silence, not knowing whether Chen Wen had fallen asleep, Chen Hen called softly: "Brother..."

Chen Wen said leisurely: "Each is the master, each does his best, each has his destiny, and each has his own difficulties."

"I remember." Chen Hen turned over and turned his back to Chen Wen, "When Mr. Li put on his crown, my elder brother made an agreement with me. Each is his own master and will not interfere with others."

"For your mother, for you, elder brother knows that the Chen family and elder brother are doing something wrong. At that time in Chang'an, you were asked to persuade Baye Li to go back to Lingnan. Later, at the Lantern Festival Palace Banquet, you also threatened to throw you away. In the Hall of Harmony, it was the elder brother who did something wrong." Chen Wen scratched his back with his fingers, "It's just that the father and son are brothers, and the emperor and the minister are at the front. If there are a few times, the elder brother will have to do the same thing."

"I understand, I actually treat my brother the same way." Chen Hen used his hand as a pillow, but felt a little angry, "A few more times, I will have to do the same thing as before."

"Some knots don't need to be untied, as long as you and your brother don't regret it, you might as well leave it there."

"Yes."

"How is it? Does the injury still hurt?" Chen Wen touched his back through the clothes, "Li Baye wrote to Jiangnan for the first time, and the words are sincere. If you want me to watch you, you will make it So, how do I explain to him?"

"I..." Chen Hen pulled the quilt over his head and said in a muffled voice, "The other person is in Chang'an, don't worry about him."

"What's the matter between you and Eighth Master years ago? Why did he cut off your title? And..."

"Compared to this—" Chen Hen suddenly remembered something, lifted the quilt, turned over, and faced Chen Wen, "Brother, I want to know what Li Laosan meant by writing those words .”

"That's what the situation forced."

"He's just plain boring."

"If you are frank with the emperor, the third master will write those scripts..."

Chen Hen replied softly: "Not frank."

Chen Wen couldn't hear clearly, so he just asked, "What?"

"Brother, apart from monarchs, ministers, fathers and sons, brothers and friends, there are other things between men and men. I am different from the emperor, and my brother is different from Li Laosan—" Chen Hen muttered, "I and the emperor Lord, don't be frank."

Chen Wen said angrily: "He picked your peaches in Lingnan?"

"No..." Chen Hen subconsciously covered his buttocks, and said weakly, "What happened this year, at the end of March."

Chen Wen's face was gloomy, and a gentleman like him almost slapped the bed and scolded Li Yan.

After a long time, Chen Wen sighed, and said, "Just know what you have in mind."

"There are countless." Chen Hen nodded again and again, covering Chen Wen with a quilt, "Go to sleep, brother."

Chen Hen couldn't fall asleep for a long time. After Chen Wen fell asleep, he got up quietly, went to the case with bare feet.

The moonlight shines through the window paper and sprinkles all over the floor.Taking advantage of the moonlight, Chen Hen stroked every word on the silk script with his fingertips, like in his previous life in a dream where he suppressed the rebellion in the south of the Yangtze River, sleeping in a camp with thousands of lamps at night, he traced Li Yan's handwriting over and over again, branding it in his heart.