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In the afternoon of the next day, there was a sudden commotion in the camp.

"Go and see what's going on?" Kangxi in the emperor's tent frowned unswervingly.

Li Dequan responded and was about to go out when he saw a little eunuch rushing in to report. "Your Majesty, Babeile and his side Fujin are both infected with malaria!"

"Bang--"

Li Dequan glanced away from the corner of his eye, and saw that the cup in the hand of the girl Ruoxi who was also accompanying him was startled.

"The servant has lost his composure." Jiang Yan's eyes quickly turned red.

Kangxi knew that she was worried about her sister and didn't blame her, so she gave some instructions in a low voice, and ordered the imperial doctors to go to Haosheng to take care of her.

Malaria is a frequent symptom on the grassland with many mosquitoes, and the level of medical treatment here is backward, and weak girls and children are very likely to lose their lives. Therefore, when the news of the death of Babian Fujin Maltai came out ten days later, no one was there. Surprised, except for Babeile, who seemed to be getting better after passing out in disbelief, and Martel Ruoxi, who fell on the ground and cried bitterly after overturning the inkstone that was being grinded on the desk.

Kangxi sighed and fell silent, while the prince seated next to him was stunned and said warmly.

"Huang Ama, my son is going to see the eighth brother."

"Go." Kangxi waved his hand, "Ruoxi, you can go too, the slave is not careful about what happened to your sister's death when she was sick, you should do your best, and you won't have to wait by my side for a few days .”

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness." Jiang Yan kowtowed, followed the prince out of the tent, and went straight to the camp where Babeile and Ruolan were.

When the two arrived, the brothers who followed this time had already rushed over after hearing the news, and they were blocking outside Babeile's tent. Jiang Yan bowed, and the masters saw her sad expression but didn't say much, and said "sorry" "Tell her to go see Ruolan first.

Ruolan's tent was tightly covered, and there was an extremely strong smell of bitter medicine juice inside, Ruolan just lay there silently, her complexion pale and clammy.

"You all go out." Jiang Yan knelt down beside her, and told the maids guarding here with a dry voice.

When everyone was gone, Jiang Yan's face became much calmer, and she bowed her head and whispered in her ear, "I've prepared a new identity, sister, let's just take a nap, and I'll be back in a few days." free."

Ruolan, who was arranged by her younger sister to take the fake death medicine, although her body looked no different from real death, her consciousness was still a bit lucid...

The conditions outside the Great Wall are poor, and Martel Ruolan is only a side Fujin of Baylor Mansion. No matter how dedicated the funeral is, it will inevitably appear a bit bleak and deserted. Babeile, who has not yet recovered from his illness and is immersed in memories, is not even able to go to the funeral. Jiang Yan used a puppet to replace the real Ruolan and sent her to the place that had been arranged.

"Is it okay?" Jiang Yan, who was busy directing the little maids to pack their things, saw the prince outside the tent who came to greet Kangxi as usual, and there was a touch of concern on his face.

"His Royal Highness asked, it's okay." Jiang Yan was thinner than when she came here. It seemed that she was affected by her sister's "death of illness", and the soft flesh on both sides of her cheeks disappeared.

The prince frowned, he didn't believe it very much but he didn't ask too much.

An illness and the 'death' of a woman will never prevent careerists from throwing all their eggs in one basket. This night is doomed to be restless.

In the brightly lit tent, the well-dressed Kangxi sat on the couch with a cold expression.

Jiang Yan stood aside, even though the sound of fighting outside the tent was deafening, she respectfully did not make any unnecessary movements.

"Report to the emperor, all the rebels have been captured." I don't know how long it took before the commander of the guards in thick armor came in and kowtowed.

"Niezi!" Kangxi's suppressed anger suddenly broke out, and the tent was suddenly silent.

"Let's take it back to Beijing and deal with it!"

After a while, Kangxi calmed down and made a decision, and spoke quietly after the leader of the guards retreated.

"Where is the prince? Does the prince also know that his brothers are going to harm me? Is he watching my excitement, laughing at the fact that I have favored such disloyal and unfilial animals in the past?" The most important thing is that the prince is in this battle What kind of role did you play in the rebellion?

Jiang Yan kept silent, and Li Dequan, who was in agreement with her, didn't dare to say anything, so he could only watch Kangxi fall into endless suspicion.

This is the sorrow of the emperor getting old, and the prince, as a vested interest, whether he is a fisherman, a squirrel or an innocent outsider, will inevitably face the biggest ups and downs in his life.