The prince's medicine attracts the foolish concubine

The old man recovered from his astonishment, and shook his head: "That's not okay... The child is in Ah Yun's belly, and he should decide whether to keep it or not."

Feng Jialan lowered her eyes to cover up the emotions in her eyes, and did not show any resentment towards the old man who refused to tell him the method, but said lightly: "Then the younger generation can only think of another way, after all, Ah Yun must not accept that I Like a monster, a body that will be ridiculed by others... The junior took Ayun and left first."

After speaking, he picked up Ke Yunchu, who was oblivious to outside voices, and prepared to leave.

The old man stopped behind him worriedly: "Wait..."

Feng Jialan stopped.

The old man sighed behind him. In fact, he could tell at a glance who was the master between the two and who had the power to decide.

He just wanted to spy on Ayun, whether Afeng cared a little about this child, and if he did, he wouldn't tell him the method.

It's just that the result of this spying is obvious.

He doesn't care.

So even if he didn't tell him the method of abortion, he would find another method. If he found the wrong method, it would harm the child Ayun even more.

"I will give you a prescription to induce labor...but please think again."

Feng Jialan turned her head and showed a polite smile: "Thank you, Grandpa Sang."

Feng Jialan handed over the prescription for inducing labor from the old man to the dark guard.

"According to this prescription, make a copy and come back."

As soon as he finished giving the order, Ke Yunchu let out a groan, his feather fan-like long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and slowly opened his eyes, waking up from the coma.

His head was empty, and he hadn't recovered for a while.

Not hearing his noisy voice, Feng Jialan wondered if he had heard all the conversations between him and the old man.

Only a moment later, he heard him ask behind him: "Brother Jialan, why did I fall asleep just now..."

It seemed that she still didn't know anything, Feng Jialan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and told him: "You fell ill and passed out."

Ke Yunchu raised his hand and touched his forehead: "I don't have a fever..."

"It's another disease."

"Then what should I do..." Ke Yunchu lay on his back, biting his lower lip.

"It's not a serious illness, and it won't kill anyone." Feng Jialan's tone was not in a hurry, and the look in his eyes was dim and unclear: "I will cook a medicine tonight, and you will be fine if you drink it obediently."

After hearing this, Ke Yunchu became more energetic: "Well! I don't want to be sick... I don't want to be a trouble to be sick, I don't want to be a trouble to Brother Jialan..."

Feng Jialan paused imperceptibly, and then snorted softly: "It's good that you have this awareness."

Ke Yunchu yawned softly: "...Brother Jialan, can I sleep a little longer?"

He put his cheek against Feng Jialan's neck unpreparedly, and rubbed against it like a clingy animal, this action was full of dependence on him and childishness.

With his back on his back, Feng Jialan continued walking without saying a word.

He was tall and slender, with broad shoulders, and his thin muscles contained strength, and there was a reassuring power in his pillow. Ke Yunchu quickly fell asleep on his back again.

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Feng Jialan originally planned to let him drink the labor-inducing medicine when he went back tonight, but after returning, he found out that the elder had hosted another dinner, so he could only postpone the labor-inducing matter.

"Elder, you are being polite. The daily diet is fine, so there is no need to hold a banquet." Feng Jialan said to the elder who came to invite them in person.

The elder smiled and said: "Master Li, there is no need to have a psychological burden. Today is an auspicious day, and it is suitable for offering sacrifices. We just held a banquet."

"Oh? Thinking about it, I'm being too sentimental."

"Don't dare to dare... The official dug out the sweet-scented osmanthus wine made in October last year. You should have heard of the sweet-scented osmanthus wine in southern Xinjiang. Let Master Li taste it today. You can't drink the shochu. , this sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed adult can always drink..."

Feng Jialan has been evading it for several days, and if he evades it now, it will definitely make him suspicious, so he agreed.

This dinner was really different from the one that was set up for them to clean up the dust that day. A large altar was placed in the middle, surrounded by a group of people singing and dancing.

They wore masks, and wore heavy red and green robes, with exquisite water cloud ripples painted on their chests, which was similar to the pattern on the button they picked up.

Seeing Feng Jialan's eyes on the song and dance, the elder took the opportunity to persuade: "My lord, come and taste this sweet-scented osmanthus brew!"

Feng Jialan took the wine, drank it down, and praised: "It is sweet and fragrant, and the aroma is tangy. The taste of this October osmanthus brewing really lives up to its reputation."

Seeing that he had such a high evaluation, Ke Yunchu also filled a glass for himself curiously.

Not long after, Feng Jialan raised his hand and caressed his forehead: "Elder, why is this wine..."

The elder asked with concern: "Master Li, what's wrong with you?"

"I feel...a little dizzy..." He shook his head, trying to wake himself up, but he became even more dizzy, and he slammed onto the table, knocking down the wine vessel. With a "clang" sound, the vessel shattered into several pieces.

Ke Yunchu also fell limp beside him.

The elder looked at the two who had been brought down, and ordered to the people around him: "Take them down first, don't kill them, someone will come to rescue them later, and catch them all in one go."

They tied Ke Yunchu and Feng Jialan together and threw them into a wing room.

With a "squeak", the door of the wing room was closed.

Moments later, Feng Jialan, who was supposed to be in a coma, opened his eyes, and his eyes were completely clear and magical, without the slightest hint of drunkenness.

Ke Yunchu, who was back to back with him, also opened his eyes, and called out breathlessly: "Brother Jialan..."

Feng Jialan frowned fiercely. Although he had told Ke Yunchu in advance not to eat anything at the banquet, if he was asked to drink, he could just pretend to drink, but he clearly watched the fool drink the wine with his own eyes. I went in, how could...

Because the elder was by his side, even though he wanted to scold this disobedient fool severely, he couldn't help it.

But in any case, now is not the time to think about it.

This elder was indeed the culprit behind it. The people sent by the imperial court to investigate before were probably dealt with quietly in this way. Anyway, the mountains are long and the rivers are far away, so any "accident" on the road may happen.

The wing room is very dark, there are no windows, and you can't see your fingers. Perhaps it is more appropriate to call it a "prison".

Ke Yunchu doesn't like the dark, which makes him very insecure. The ghost stories Deyang told him all happened in the dark night.

He continued to ask in a breathless tone, "Brother Jialan, what should I do..."

Ke Yunchu's body was trembling slightly, Feng Jialan's hand behind his back held his hand that was also cut behind his back, feeling his trembling gradually subsided, Feng Jialan's heart unexpectedly gave birth to a strange feeling.

When he pretended to pass out just now, he intentionally broke the wine vessel and hid a fragment in his sleeve, which came in handy at this moment.

He cut the rope that bound the two, quickly turned around and covered Ke Yunchu's mouth that was about to praise.

He touched his lips with the index finger of the other hand, signaling him not to speak.

Seeing that Ke Yunchu nodded nervously, he withdrew his hands that were tightly covering his mouth and nose.

The moment he withdrew, Ke Yunchu raised his hands again, covering his mouth very consciously, leaving only a pair of black and white eyes looking at him.

In the dimly lit room, his clear eyes were bright, looking at him without reservation.

There were a few gusts of wind outside, followed by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Feng Jialan reckoned that his hidden guards had already dealt with the guards, and pushed open the door. Sure enough, he saw the people who had been guarding the door lying on the ground, and dragged Ke Yunchu to run.

He thought Ke Yunchu was running slowly, so he put him on his back, took him over the wall, and ran out of the village.

But they didn't go far before they were spotted.

"Quick! There they are!"

"Catch them!"

Ke Yunchu turned his head and saw a group of people not dressed as villagers chasing them holding torches.

He nervously put his arms around Feng Jialan's neck: "They, they are chasing after you!"

Feng Jialan was strangled by him and had difficulty breathing: "The dark guards will deal with them, tsk... loosen up a bit."

Sure enough, as he said, the twelve elite hidden guards he brought stopped the group of people and started fighting with them.

Feng Jialan kept walking until the sound of fighting could no longer be heard, and then put Ke Yunchu down.

After a while, a hidden guard chased them from behind: "Subordinates are late, please..."

Feng Jialan stopped him from kneeling: "Where are the others? Why are you the only one?"

"They have a large number, at least more than a hundred of them, and their style of play is barbaric and weird, so the others can't get away for the time being...The subordinates are here to escort His Highness the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess to leave."

Feng Jialan ordered: "You take him a little farther away, and then Feige sends a letter to the capital to send more people."

Then he pushed Ke Yunchu beside him to the side of the dark guard.

He didn't expect that this case was far more difficult than he thought. It was just a small magistrate, but there would be so many people.

Ke Yunchu heard something was wrong, and quickly reached out to grab his sleeve: "Brother Jialan, what about you..."

"I'll stay and investigate."

Not only Ke Yunchu, but even the hidden guards were shocked: "His Royal Highness!"

"Now they must think that we have escaped, but they don't expect that I will turn back. Going back now must be when their defense is weakest."

"Then I want to be with you too!" Ke Yunchu tightly clutched his sleeve, refusing to leave with the hidden guard no matter what.