After noon, the luxurious carriage stopped outside the Xiliang Prince's Mansion. Yan Feixue stretched out her hand to lift the curtain, and then helped Mrs. Yan get out of the carriage.
Mrs. Yan walked into the Xiliang Prince's Mansion with medicinal materials in one hand.
Zhang Fu was waiting in the backyard.
There are only a few servants guarding the front yard.
Seeing Mrs. Yan coming to the door, she quickly bowed and saluted.
"I've met Mrs. Yan."
Mrs. Yan nodded.
Went directly to the backyard.
No one dared to stop him.
The new year is approaching, and the entire capital has actually begun to decorate with lanterns and lights, preparing to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new.
The Xiliang Prince's Mansion has also begun to hang up red lanterns, clean the entire Xiliang Prince's Mansion, and prepare New Year's goods.
As the prince of Xiliang, Xiao Yan also has to carry out sacrificial activities at the end of the year.
Mrs. Yan walked through the corridor and came to the main courtyard of the back house. Outside the door, she saw Xiao Sanbao sitting on a chair with his hands folded, with a brazier beside him.
The sun came out today, and it looked like I was lazily basking in the sun.
Hearing the noise, he opened his eyes and saw that it was Mrs. Yan. He quickly stood up and bowed to salute, "I have seen Mrs. Yan. The prince is not awake yet. Do you want to..."
The last three words were spoken very slowly and dragged out for a long time.
Mrs. Yan interrupted directly and stepped forward gently. At the same time, she said softly: "No need, I'll wake him up."
This was what Xiao Sanbao was waiting for.
He quickly bowed and saluted.
A smile appeared on his lips.
Mrs. Yan walked into the room.
Seeing that Lianxiang Xiyu was still guarding outside, he frowned slightly, waved his hands, and said softly: "You guys should go out too. I have brought high-quality medicinal materials to Xiao Yan, and I have asked Feixue Feiyu to brew the medicine. You can also help. help."
Xiyu wanted to say something, but Lianxiang got there first and bowed, "Here."
Then he pulled Xiyu and saluted him again before exiting.
Mrs. Yan came to the inner bedroom.
I saw Xiao Yan on the bed.
Sleeping very quietly.
Breathing is also very steady.
Yesterday, when Xiao Yan was in the Number One Scholar's Mansion, he couldn't stop vomiting blood, which scared Mrs. Yan to tears.
Fortunately, the poison was finally suppressed.
If it weren't for avoiding suspicion, if the Duke of Xing Yuan Guangyin hadn't gone to Xiliang Prince's Mansion, Mrs. Yan wouldn't have been able to let Xiao Yan leave.
It’s all like that.
Last night, Mrs. Yan didn't sleep much.
The King of Xiliang has gone to Yaowang Valley to seek medicine, but it is not that simple to cure the red blood poison.
The Medicine King definitely needs to prepare the medicine, and the preparation also needs to find medicinal materials, so it is impossible to directly deliver the antidote for a while. It is all supported by the detoxification pill that the Medicine King gave before.
However, in order to kill Bai Bugui, Xiao Yan couldn't help but take action himself.
So much so that the red blood poison backfired, making Xiao Yan extremely uncomfortable, and he held it back with strong perseverance.
Mrs. Yan saw with her own eyes that Xiao Yan's veins bulged all over his body, and then it seemed as if there were many bugs swimming in his body. The scene was so frightening that she cried.
This morning, I originally wanted to visit Xiliang Prince's Mansion.
But he also thought that Xiao Yan would definitely not wake up so early. It was already noon. When he rushed over, he found that he still hadn't woken up.
It seems that Xiao Yan does have some hard feelings about not killing Bai Bugui.
Mrs. Yan also understood the reason.
Back then, Bai Bugui was disrespectful to Mount Emei and intended to accuse the female disciples of Mount Emei.
Xiao Yan's mother was from one of the Three Mountains, and she had a close relationship with Mount Emei. She was even worshiped as a sister by the head of Mount Emei.
Xiao Yan's obsession naturally comes from his mother.
Mrs. Yan held up the hem of her skirt, tiptoed forward, and slowly sat on the edge of the bed.
He was afraid that his slightest movement would make a slight noise and disturb Xiao Yan, who was sleeping soundly.
Mrs. Yan just sat beside the bed, looking at Xiao Yan quietly, softly and kindly.
That's when she saw it.
Xiao Yan suddenly shouted.
"mother!"
Then he straightened up and hugged Mrs. Yan.
Such a sudden move scared Mrs. Yan to the point where she almost screamed, but she quickly closed her opened mouth.
Xiao Yan could only be heard muttering to himself.
"mother……."
Mrs. Yan just sat there, letting Xiao Yan bury her head in her arms, rubbing and rubbing.
Thinking about the scene when Xiao Yan went to Medicine King Valley to ask for Medicine King Sun Simiao, thinking about how Xiao Yan was so young when he was fifteen years old, so he went to Yumen Pass one by one...
Finally, he sighed softly.
My Yan'er is so pitiful.
Why is God so heartless?
Xiao Yan dreamed of the doting look of the Princess of Xiliang when she was a child, dreamed of how she taught him to write, taught him to practice martial arts, played with him, and how proud she was when she saw her as a genius. .
Two lives together, the combined age is almost fifty.
But with the memories of his previous life, he became a baby and then grew into a child.
God let him live another life.
Naturally, he cherishes it very much and is even more joyful, looking for a different taste of childhood in this world.
But in the blink of an eye, the dream came to the time when he was fifteen years old.
"mother!"
Xiao Yan shouted.
He opened his eyes directly and raised his head.
But he found that it was Mrs. Yan sitting beside the bed.
Xiao Yan woke up immediately and said quickly: "Aunt Yan, why are you here? I...I accidentally overslept."
His pale face looked a little tired, but he showed a smile and yawned pretending to be content.
Mrs. Yan frowned slightly, looked at Xiao Yan, and finally just sighed.
Xiao Yan was a little embarrassed, and at the same time, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes.
Mrs. Yan leaned forward a little, stretched out her hand, hugged Xiao Yan in her arms, and patted his back.
"You."
"When I was young, I looked very mature and steady, just like a middle-aged man, not like a child at all."
"But sometimes, I like to be naughty."
"Auntie still remembers that one time, you stole your father's sword and pawned it. You wanted to exchange it for money to buy osmanthus cake for your mother and aunt."
"But before you even left the backyard, your father discovered it and scolded you immediately."
"Also, while your father was asleep, I took a pen and secretly drew a turtle on his face."
"Not to mention, the turtle painting looks quite similar."
"In the blink of an eye, you have grown up."
"Why, when you grow up, won't you be close to your aunt?"
Xiao Yan smelled the fragrance of Mrs. Yan, and finally reached out and hugged Mrs. Yan's waist.
"Aunt Yan..."
Listening to Mrs. Yan's words, I thought about those things in my childhood.
The feeling of loneliness just now has faded a lot.
Just a moment.
Feixue Feiyu walked in holding the medicine.
Xiao Yan quickly retracted her hands, scratched her head, and said to Mrs. Yan sheepishly: "Aunt Yan, you, go and wait outside."
