I ran away after slacking my apprentice

Ning Jiwei had a high fever, even if he was extremely angry, his body would not be able to last long. He had already spent a lot of energy throwing the medicine bowl, but now that he was hugged by Murong Yan, he didn't even have the strength to refuse. , just let Murong Yan hug him back to the bed.

After seeing Ning Ji falling into a drowsy sleep with his own eyes, Murong Yan left the room.

Outside the door, Cong Qing was worried about his Highness, and he was about to speak, but he heard Murong Yan say: "Have you found any clues in Prince Yu's Mansion?"

When mentioning this matter, Cong Qing said with a complicated expression: "Prince Yu is a person valued by the sage, and it is really difficult to trace the clues, but the subordinates have already sent people to follow Master Li and Master Cen. If the two of them take another action, the subordinates will Definitely know."

"However...the subordinate has a question." Cong Qing was a little embarrassed, and said: "Your Highness is investigating the matter of the previous court, which is related to the previous court. Will the Holy Majesty..."

"Your Majesty, he won't." Murong Yan interrupted Cong Qing, who looked into the distance with inexplicably deep eyes, "A long time ago, this palace suspected that the downfall of the previous royal family had nothing to do with the Holy Majesty, after all, the Majesty Benevolence, except in the face of war, has been governing the country with benevolence for more than ten years."

"Besides, the Holy Majesty also deliberately included the former prince in the list of pardons. Now that the search warrant has suddenly been issued, although there is no way to see the trend at the moment, the hall always feels that there should be a past event in the past, and That past event may be the key to the Holy Majesty letting go of the former prince."

More importantly, if the truth about the massacre of the royal family in the previous dynasty can be found out, and it can be proved that this matter has nothing to do with the current emperor, then there will be no enemies between Murong Yan and Ning Jiwei, and there will be no more scruples said.

"Yes, this subordinate knows, and I will do my best to investigate this matter. But Your Highness..." Cong Qing looked at the blood dripping from Murong Yan's fingertips, and asked very worriedly: "Your injury, is it true?" Is it dead?"

"It's okay, I can't die." Murong Yan withdrew his gaze, and turned to walk to the front hall.

The tone was very light, and there was even an illusion that the injury was not his, but someone else's.

When he was on the battlefield in the past, Murong Yan was wounded many times, and he almost died several times. At that time, the generals in the barracks were extremely anxious, fearing that the prince's death on the battlefield would cause the emperor to blame him.

Only Murong Yan spoke weakly, but his words were very indifferent.

What he said at that time was: "I am not even afraid of death, so what are you afraid of?"

When he was young, he was always fearless, but after seeing a lot, he was tied up and began to fear death, and later, he met Ning Jiwei.

It was not until today that he realized that what's so important about the trauma?No matter how painful the injury was, no matter how much blood was shed, nothing could match Ning Jiwei's words...

Very sad.

If being hurt like this can make Ning Jiwei feel better, then be hurt.

It doesn't matter, it won't die.

It was the next day that Ning Jiwei woke up again, and the fever had subsided when he woke up, but he still had no strength after sleeping for too long.

As soon as he woke up, he saw Murong Yan who was leaning against the bed, that person had obviously been guarding him for a long time, the bruises in his eyes became heavier, much heavier than what Ning Jiwei had seen the day before yesterday.

Ning Jiwei now felt extremely disgusted with Murong Yan's face, so he didn't even want to give him a glance, and turned his gaze away after only one glance.

Ning Jiwei had been lying down for too long, and wanted to get up and move his body, but his injury was not serious, and even the slightest movement involved pain, which made him frown even the tip of his eyebrows.

Ning Jiwei's slight movement woke Murong Yan up, Murong Yan suddenly opened his eyes, but only saw Ning Jiwei's pale face.

"Just wake up." Murong Yan smiled, very gentle, "The imperial doctor said that you need to stay in bed for a while, so don't get up."

Murong Yan's smile was quite pleasing to outsiders, but Ning Jiwei just felt it was an eyesore, so he couldn't help but calm down and said, "Your Highness looks like this now, who do you want to show?"

"I..." Murong Yan's expression darkened in an instant, "I'm sorry. Zikai, I was an asshole that day. I should be beaten or scolded. If you are not relieved, you can do whatever you want. Can you forgive me?"

"Forgive?" Ning Jiwei curled his lips slightly as if he had heard some joke, "Your Highness was joking, what happened that day? I don't even remember, what can I forgive?"

The tone was flat, as if he really forgot.

How can such a thing be forgotten?Unless Ning Jiwei doesn't care about these things, and doesn't care about Murong Yan's wishful thinking towards him.

Only if he doesn't care, can he let it go easily.

It's like what Ning Jiwei said yesterday, it's just a minor injury, why worry about it?

The blatant irony in those words, even if Murong Yan is a prince, it doesn't matter the affection he gave Ning Jiwei didn't care at all, so whether he was hurt or hit, he didn't care.

Because of not loving, because it was Murong Yan's wishful thinking from the beginning to the end.

Love but not.

Murong Yan felt as if someone had stabbed his heart out many times, and was extremely uncomfortable, so he could only let out a sigh of relief, and forced a smile, "Forget it, just forget it, just wait for me for a while, I'll go and get it for you." Get the medicine."

After saying that, Murong Yan turned around and left, looking at Murong Yan's back who was almost running away, and the wound on his shoulder that oozes blood...

Ning smiled silently, but it was all cold.

He had never seen anyone lose so badly.

However, when Murong Yan came back with the medicine, Ning Jiwei's previous sarcasm was gone, because he found that the person who seemed to be worse was himself.

The medicine taken internally is not bad, although it is a bit bitter, but I can bear it after drinking it breathlessly, but the medicine applied externally...

It's fine if it's an ordinary external application of wound medicine, but it's better not to have a slight injury outside, that kind of place is rather subtle and difficult to treat by yourself.

So, after Murong Yan was kicked out more than ten times, Ning Jiwei finally let go and agreed to Murong Yan's request to give him medicine.

It's just that during the process of applying the medicine, Ning Ji was in so much pain that he wanted to kill Murong Yan.

Fortunately, this painful day didn't last long, the doctor Wang's medicine was very effective, but within ten days, Ning Jiwei's injury had already healed.

And this day, Murong Yan probably had something to deal with, so he didn't come to Ning Jiwei's room.

Since Ning didn't see Murong Yan, he was happy to relax, and even opened the window to let the wind in.

But as soon as the window was opened, a carrier pigeon flew under the pouring sunlight.

This is... the carrier pigeon from Lanyou Pavilion!

Ning Ji looked around slightly, after confirming that no one was paying attention to his place, he caught the carrier pigeon and closed the window immediately.

A bamboo tube was tied to the carrier pigeon, and after unfolding the paper in the bamboo tube, there were only a few lines of words.

It turned out that Xiao Yuhe already knew about Ning Jiwei's being brought into the Prince's Mansion, and said he wanted to rescue him, but Xiao Yuhe also considered that Murong Yan was a prince after all, and entering the Prince's Mansion meant that he was one step closer to the Emperor. He wanted to hear Listen to Ning Jiwei's thoughts.

If Ning Jiwei was going to use Murong Yan to assassinate the emperor, it would be fine.

Using... Looking at this word, Ning Jiwei's mind, which had been blocked for many days, suddenly opened up.

That's right, why didn't I think that I could use Murong Yan?

In the past, Ning Jiwei was always trapped in his status as the prince of the former dynasty. He was taught since he was a child that people in the royal family should have backbone and arrogance, so even if he was in the fence, even if he was brought into the prince's mansion, he still sticks to it. Respecting those old rituals, clinging to his arrogance.

Even on that day, being treated like that by Murong Yan, what he couldn't tolerate was not the incident itself, but the incident that humiliated his self-esteem, trampled everything he cared about, and trampled on his remaining arrogance. trample.

That's why he hates Murong Yan so much, not only because Murong Yan is the son of an enemy, but also because Murong Yan vainly wants to tame him and win his heart.

But... even if it is hatred, the present Ning Jiwei is no longer the child who was favored by his father, queen and empress in the past. In this imperial city, Ning Jiwei has nothing but Murong Yan. .

Only Murong Yan could pave the way for him to assassinate the emperor.

With a slight sound, at the same time that Ning Jiwei let go of the carrier pigeon, the door was pushed open from the outside.

"Zi Kai." Murong Yan's voice sounded brisk, and Ning Jiwei didn't realize until he got closer that Murong Yan was holding a long wooden box in his hand.

Ning Jiwei tucked the note in his palm under the pillow indiscriminately, and asked in puzzlement, "This is it?"

Murong Yan narrowed his eyes, presented the wooden box, and said somewhat mysteriously: "What is this, you can open this wooden box yourself and take a look, and you will know?"

If it were yesterday, Murong Yan's tone would probably be kicked out by Ning Jiwei, but today... Ning Jiwei thought of the note, and it was rare that he didn't sneer at Murong Yan, but stretched out his hand calmly and opened it. That wooden box.

Inside the wooden box was a painting, originally an ordinary painting, Ning Jiwei didn't care about it, after all, he was once a prince, why didn't he see it when he was young?But... the paintings in this wooden box are different.

He saw the red string that tied the painting, and the unique knotting method of the red string...

That's... created by the queen mother herself!

Ning was slightly breathless.

"After so many years, most of the things from the previous dynasty were completely destroyed. Even this painting, I had to spend a lot of effort to get it back from my father's hands. This painting..." Murong Yan Before he could finish speaking, he saw Ning raised his fingertips tremblingly and took the painting out of the wooden box.

Once the painting is unfolded, it shows the scene of birds singing in the mountains.

really!

Ning Jiwei's eyes turned red instantly.

Sure enough, he was not mistaken, this painting was made by the former queen.

Ning Weiwei was still young at that time, and he was very curious when he was young, but it was clearly winter, but he clamored to go out of the palace to watch the birds, the queen had no choice but to draw this painting to coax him.

It's just that the good times didn't last long, and later the palace was breached, and Ning Jiwei had no choice but to escape from the palace...

It's been 13 years...he hasn't seen the paintings of his mother for 13 years...

"Mother's Empress..." Ning Ji choked up slightly, looking at the painting, he couldn't help it anymore, tears burst down the embankment.

Murong Yan looked distressed, so he went to hug Ning Jiwei, and coaxed softly: "Okay, okay, it's okay. If you like, there are still some things from the previous court in the palace, I will bring them for you."

If he had known that this little wild cat cherished this painting so much, Murong Yan should have given this painting to him on the day they first met.

It's just that Murong Yan was too arrogant at that time, wasting so much time for nothing.

"No, there's no need." Ning Jiwei barely stopped crying, put the painting away carefully to protect his chest, "it is enough."

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