Of All the Transmigrations, Why Am I a Prisoner?

Hearing what the old doctor said, Yan Shu, who wanted to carry Li Changtian on his back, quickly stood up and hugged him.

Because he was afraid that Li Changtian would be bumped, Yan Shu didn't dare to use lightness kung fu, so he just hugged him and walked towards the inn.

Fortunately, it was still early in the morning, and there were not many people on the street, so there was no need to worry about being looked at strangely.

Li Changtian covered his abdomen with both hands, wondering when Yan Shu would reprimand him.

But having said that, Yan Shu looked at the gentle and jade-like appearance, and the beauty was like jade, could this arm strength be a bit too much, holding him a big man, how could he walk so steadily?

Li Changtian was muttering in his heart when he suddenly heard Yan Shu calling his name: "Li Changtian."

Although Yan Shu's tone was calm, it sounded like thunder to Li Changtian's ears.

Li Changtian quickly put on an appearance of listening attentively to the training.

Come, come, Li Changtian thought on his knees, he knew what Yan Shu would say.

For example, "Don't let you go to the martial arts competition, you go, you see yourself getting this injury", or "Can you stop taking your life so lightly" and so on.

Li Changtian understood how to answer these words.

As long as you sincerely reply 'Okay, there will be no next time, I will not be rash again, I actually value life very much, this time I didn't turn my mind all of a sudden', so that the other party will say twice less.

Li Changtian cleared his throat, ready to wait for Yan Shu to reprimand him, and give him a "I'm sorry, there will be no next time, I swear" confession three times.

But who would have thought that after Yan Shu called his name, he fell silent and didn't speak for a while.

Li Changtian raised his head suspiciously, and suddenly heard Yan Shu talking to him.

"Thank you."

Li Changtian was stunned for a moment.

"Thanks to you, I was able to get the Huage token. You have suffered." Yan Shu said in a gentle voice, extremely sincere and serious.

Li Changtian was dumbfounded, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He opened his mouth to answer Yan Shu, but found that his throat was blocked by something, and he couldn't say anything. He took two deep breaths in a hurry to calm down.

"What's wrong?" Yan Shu noticed Li Changtian's strangeness, and asked distressedly, "The wound hurts?"

"It doesn't hurt!" Li Changtian suddenly shouted, "It doesn't hurt at all."

After finishing speaking, Li Changtian put his head on Yan Shu's chest, and laughed inexplicably, as if he had met a great happy event, so that he was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.

But his eyes were red.

"Li Changtian, I brought you to Jiangnan on this trip. I was asking you to help me. Now that I have hurt you, I am full of guilt, but you don't even want to tell me about your illness. You want to see me sinking into self-blame and lamentation. Is it?" Yan Shu asked softly.

"Ah? I... No, I didn't..." Li Changtian couldn't get around.

Yan Shu followed the instructions carefully: "Then if you get hurt or hurt, please tell me, don't hide it anymore. I hope so, and it should be so."

Li Changtian was silent for a while, then nodded.

Yan Shu brought Li Changtian back to the inn, carried him back to the wing, and gently placed him on the bed.

It was broad daylight, and both of them were tired and did not sleep for a whole night. Yan Shu spread the quilt for Li Changtian, stuffed him into the quilt, took cotton sheets from his own room, and surrounded the bed. Made a blackout curtain for Li Changtian.

Li Changtian felt embarrassed: "Yan Shu, don't worry about it, it's fine, I can sleep, I'm not so hypocritical."

Yan Shu didn't say anything, and insisted on fixing the curtain, then reached out and gently stroked Li Changtian's forehead lying on the bed: "Does the wound hurt?"

Li Changtian responded repeatedly: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

Yan Shu frowned lightly.

"It really doesn't hurt! It's just very cold." Seeing that he didn't believe it, Li Changtian said hastily.

"Cold?" Yan Shu stretched out his hand to tuck the corner of the quilt, and suddenly found Li Changtian trembling slightly.

"Hmm... well... have you lost a lot of blood..." Li Changtian shrank into the bed, hugged the quilt tightly, curled up, trying to warm himself up.

Yan Shu pondered for a moment, then lay sideways beside Li Changtian, propped up his upper body with his left elbow, and embraced Li Changtian who was covered with a quilt with his right hand, "Would it be warmer this way?"

Li Changtian's eyes widened in an instant: "Damn it, I'll meet you, dude, brother, you're so considerate, thank you brother."

Yan Shu: "...quickly sleep."

Li Changtian was sleepy and tired, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

While hugging Li Changtian tightly, Yan Shu thought about the case of the disappearance of the disaster relief money. He combed through the clues since the investigation in his mind over and over again, hoping to find missing points.

Thinking about it, Yan Shu's left hand gradually became numb, so that he couldn't support his body.

Yan Shu was afraid of disturbing Li Changtian, held his breath, and lay down on his side very lightly.

Li Changtian let out a 'huh', moved his body, and rested his forehead on Yan Shu's chest, but he didn't wake up.

Yan Shu let out a breath, patted Li Changtian's back lightly with his right hand, and continued to think about the case.

If Shi Huanian didn't lie, why did Lord Xu carry a skull with him?

Could it be that the skull belonged to one of the 33 Imperial Guards?

If it really belonged to one of the Jin Yiwei, but it has only been half a year since the disaster relief money disappeared, and it has been winter, how could the Jin Yiwei turn into bones so quickly?

Is it...

poison?

Yan Shu suddenly remembered what he had seen and heard at the inn.

The postmen told him.

"Someone in Jinyiwei is depressed, his face is pale, he covers his lips and coughs, like a walking dead!"

Yan Shu suddenly thought of something.

He once heard that there is a strange poison in Beidi. People who are poisoned will feel tired for a long time, and finally die suddenly.

But this kind of poison is a chronic poison, and people need to smell this poison every day for at least a month before they can cause death.

If the 33 Jinyiwei were really poisoned by this kind of poison, it can only explain one thing.

The poison was smeared on the relief silver!

33 Jinyiwei guarded the silver cart day and night, so they were poisoned and died.

Then why is Mr. Xu, who also escorted Yinliang, safe and sound?

What does this poison have to do with Shi Huanian, who was originally Princess Beidi?

The more Yan Shu thought about it, the more she frowned.

At this moment, Li Changtian in his arms suddenly trembled.

Li Changtian must have had a nightmare, his eyes were tightly closed, his forehead was sweating, he was throwing his hands and feet on the ground, and he was yelling.

"Don't hit me, I'm sorry, please don't hit me."

"Li Changtian?" Yan Shu was startled, and grabbed Li Changtian's shoulder to shake him awake.

Li Changtian didn't wake up quickly, he was in a daze, clenching his teeth, and suddenly grabbed Yan Shu's shoulder, almost crushing his bones.

Yan Shu frowned in pain, but did not pull Li Changtian's hand away.

"Captain!" Li Changtian cried suddenly, "People are still inside, there are still children, there are children, let me go, let me go!"