Yu Lin was tender, and a chill fell on his shoulders.
Meng Rui was suddenly startled and quickly lowered his head. He really didn't know why Shen Yan suddenly got angry.
The Qibao fragrant carriage rolled through the wet street, gradually blending into the rain curtain and moving farther and farther away.
Meng Rui stood with his hands hanging down until the sound of the carriage disappeared. Then he quietly raised his head and sighed silently.
"It's true... Living with the emperor is like living with a tiger."
Muttering something in a low voice, Meng Rui brushed away the raindrops on his wide sleeves, and thought about returning to Xiye Village as soon as possible to live his own leisurely life.
Humming a little tune, Meng Rui strolled leisurely in the garden, then turned and left.
Calming incense was burning in the seven-treasure incense carriage, and a faint aroma lingered in the air.
Yue Xu bowed his hands and asked curiously: "Your Majesty, are you going back to the palace or..."
I knocked on the wall two or three times, but no one in the carriage responded.
Yue Xu felt uneasy. He pulled up the carriage curtain and saw Shen Yan leaning against the carriage wall. He was rubbing his brow with one hand, and his gloomy and dark eyes were tightly closed.
His brow was shrouded in gloom.
Yue Xu's pupils tightened; it was the Xiaojin Powder that was taking effect again.
His head was splitting with pain, his limbs felt as if they had fallen into a cold pond, the coldness penetrated into his muscles and bones, his eyes were gloomy and cold, Shen Yan's eyes were heavy, and a sneer escaped from his throat.
"The dog that my mother left for my brother is truly loyal."
Every time the Gold-Smelling Powder takes effect, Shen Yan always encounters an assassin.
Yue Xu bowed his head and said, "I was careless. Your Majesty, King Florian just sent a secret letter, but the Jade Cold Grass has not been found yet. I suspect that King Florian is delaying on purpose..."
Shen Yan chuckled lightly, holding the green jade ring in his palm, leaving a clear red mark.
He disagreed: "Then he must have the courage."
In order to save Wei Ziyuan, King Florian proposed a three-year deadline. If Wei Ziyuan could find the Yuhan Grass for Shen Yan within three years to make up for his mistake, Shen Yan would let Wei Ziyuan go and forgive him for his past mistakes.
If not, Wei Ziyuan will let Shen Yan deal with it.
His brows ached terribly, and his body felt as if it were being bitten by thousands of bugs. Shen Yan's eyes were gloomy and bloodshot.
The toxicity of the gold-melting powder became more and more severe. Yue Xu was anxious: "Your Majesty, Mr. Meng is not far away. Please ask me to find him and bring him back. If he can help, perhaps Your Majesty..."
“No need.”
Shen Yan rubbed his eyebrows hard.
Although Meng Rui is a skilled doctor who can be regarded as the reincarnation of Hua Tuo, unfortunately he is too stubborn to learn from his mistakes.
If he said he would save one person, he would really save one person.
If he hadn't felt that he owed Shen Yan, he would not have left the village to save people even if the knife was at Meng Rui's neck yesterday.
…
The sky has cleared after the rain.
The haze that had shrouded the capital city gradually dissipated, the sun shone through, and the garden was filled with picturesque sparse trees and fluttering red leaves.
Bai Zhi followed closely behind Song Lingzhi, and comforted her in a gentle voice: "Young lady, don't be too anxious. Mr. Meng said that the old lady can wake up today, so it must be possible."
Meng Rui once said that Madam Song would wake up in three days at the latest.
Now three days have passed, and Song Lingzhi is worried. She lifts her skirt, walks through the screen wall, and enters Old Madam Song's room.
Song Lingzhi frowned: "Today is the last day. If grandma..."
The sound stopped abruptly.
On the chaise longue with the green gauze curtains slowly drawn, Old Madam Song leaned against the green satin backrest, her cloudy eyes weak.