Your Majesty, don't worry

In the month Su Qingbai returned to northern Xinjiang, he only sent back a letter, which said a few words in the letter saying that Lin Sang was injured in a small battle with Beidi.There was nothing else, Qi Yan couldn't help but wrote him many letters, some asking about his health, and some asking about the child in his womb, Su Qingbai never replied to any of them.

Qi Yan mobilized tens of thousands of troops to deploy on the border of northern Xinjiang, making the northern border as impenetrable as gold, and other countries did not dare to move their minds.

Imperial Physician Liu checked Qi Yan's pulse, shook his head and said, "Your Majesty, take care of the dragon's body, and don't worry too much and drag the symptoms into other serious illnesses."

Qi Yan held Mrs. Tang in his arms, and said in a low voice, "The good medicine is gone."

Imperial Physician Liu couldn't understand, and looked at Liufu suspiciously, but Liufu remained silent, thinking that the emperor still misses Mr. Su so much, not missing a single cent.

The snow outside the window crushed the bamboo branches and made a "popping" sound. Qi Yan suddenly remembered something, took out the piece of purple jade from his neckband and handed it to Liu Fu, saying, "Get someone to see what is so special about this piece of purple jade. ?” Why did Su Qingbai check whether he had worn the purple jade properly before going to northern Xinjiang?

Imperial Physician Liu had sharp eyes and said, "Your Majesty, this piece of purple jade is shining faintly, as if there is something hidden in the middle of the purple jade, you can tell when you break it open."

Qi Yan straightened his body and signaled Liufu with his eyes. Liufu carefully applied some force, and with a crisp "pop", a glowing bead fell to the ground.

With trembling hands, Imperial Physician Liu said, "If I'm not mistaken, this bead is made from the blood and tears of the ancient immortal tree. It is said that persuading it can lead to longevity."

"Say it again." Qi Yan stood up and looked at Imperial Physician Liu.

"Your Majesty..." Imperial Physician Liu broke out in cold sweat, fearing that he might have said something wrong just now, so he didn't dare to repeat it.

"Your Majesty, this bead may be the eyeball on the Tiger Talisman Su Zhiyun is looking for." Liu Fu whispered.

Qi Yan's heart trembled, he took half a step back, and sat on the couch. It turned out that he gave his life to himself.

"Liufu, get ready and go to northern Xinjiang."

Liufu readily agreed, and when he turned out the screen, Lu Chan came in with a letter. Qi Yan tore open the envelope, and inside was a crumpled letter paper with nothing written on it, and it was full of tears.

Qi Yan's heart felt hot, and his nosebleeds dripped down.There was a figure very similar to Su Qingbai standing on the other side of the screen. He was also surnamed Su, and his name was Su Wen. He was a new eunuch doing odd jobs in the imperial dining room. He looked a little like Su Qingbai when he was grinding ink in front of the desk picture.

During the month when Su Qingbai returned to northern Xinjiang, Qi Yan thought that when he had a headache from thinking about it, he asked Su Wen to stand in front of the desk and grind ink.This battle brought the two of them back to six years ago when Su Qingbai first entered the imperial capital and Qi Yan sat in the imperial study all night long.

"Let him go." Qi Yan ordered in a low voice, tears rolling down his face.It must be that someone in the palace told Su Qingbai about Su Wen's accompanying the emperor every night until dawn, so he was wronged to this point, but he just cried and refused to say a word.

When Liufu took Su Wen out, Su Wen asked cautiously, "Eunuch, everyone said that I look like a young master when I grind ink, the emperor must like me, why do you want to drive me away?"

Liu Fu said, "How do you know that you look like him? The emperor has never let Mr. Su grind ink, he is reluctant."

"The emperor likes that son so much, why aren't they together?"

"If you want a head, don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

Liufu sighed in a low voice, maybe they both loved each other too much and too sharply, and finally became hurt.

Qi Yan walked out of the imperial study slowly in his outer robe, and stood in the porch, with the cold blowing on his face and the fine snow falling.

"Your Majesty..." Lu Chan called out in a low voice.

Qi Yan raised his head and choked with sobs, "I've thought about it for a long time these days, and I finally understand that he's not helping Su Zhiyun, but me. He really wants to make me permanent."

"I finally understand why he would vomit blood and get seriously ill every time he came back from a certain place. This year, he was caught between me and Su Zhiyun, exhausting all his efforts."

"He likes me, otherwise how could such an arrogant person be willing to have a child for me."

"If even I can't understand him, then who else in this world will understand him?"

Lu Chan lowered her head and sobbed.The snow wind at night only entered the lungs, and the emperor just stood there.Half head of white hair, full of emotional injuries.

Three days later, Qi Yan set off for northern Xinjiang. As soon as the carriage drove out of the city gate, he received a letter from Shen Xiao. The words on it broke Qi Yan's heart: Mr. Su died of illness.

end

In early summer, the sky is blue and the clouds are like brocade.

A young man selling sour plum soup came to Zhuzhi Town. The young man was named Ah San. He was deaf in one ear. He couldn't hear what others said clearly, but he loved to listen to stories.People in the town especially like to talk about the story of "a rooster flies up a branch and turns into a phoenix". Once upon a time, there was a man named Su who was sold to Nanfeng Hall at a young age. Bring into the palace.

"And then? Then?" Ah San asked loudly.

"If you just listen to the story, no one will drink your sour plum soup." Duan Yan patted the dust on his white robe and smiled.

"I not only sell sour plum soup, I also sell paintings." Ah San yelled, poking her neck.

"Oh? What painting?"

Ah San was digging in the rag bag for a long time, and finally took out several sheets of drawing paper, spread them out, and all of them were drawn by a person.

"Who are you painting?" Duan Yan asked.

"Be the crown prince."

"Prince?" Duan Yan stared at him for a long time, and said, "The prince has already ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor. You dare to draw the emperor's holy face. Where did you get this painting from?"

"I drew it myself." Ah San defended angrily with her eyes open.

"Where have you seen the person in this painting?"

"This..." Ah San blushed anxiously. Seeing that she couldn't hide it any longer, she took out an original painting and said, "First, a gentleman in the town traded this painting for five bowls of sour plum soup for me. I looked at it in the painting. People are good-looking, so I drew a few pictures of them."

Duan Yan squinted his eyes and saw a person standing beside the blue-gray wall with peach blossoms falling on his shoulders in the drizzle of the painting.

It is clear that the style is so gloomy, but it painted the most gentle color on the man's robe, clear and moving, overwhelming the peach blossoms on the wall.It is enough to see the selfishness of the painter.

The man in the painting is the current emperor, who would dare to exchange the Long Live Lord for sour plum soup?Taking a closer look at the strength and style of painting, Duan Yan's heart trembled, the sour plum soup in his hand fell to the ground, and the bowl shattered to pieces.

He bought the painting with a lot of money and ran to the town to find the painter.

At that time, Su Qingbai was being bitten by a silver fox and recuperating in the inn. No matter where he went, he followed the dead man. He kept running around like this for fear that the redness and swelling on his legs would not go away. Qi Yan simply forbade him to go out. Su Qing Bai Riri was so bored that he wanted to lift the roof off the house, so he pestered Qi Yan to paint.