Ziyan smiled and comforted Liu Yiming not to worry.
"I've already thought of a good place for you, Rong Changan won't find it there."
"Where?" Liu Yiming asked.
"In the southeast corner of the capital, there is a temple called Putong Temple. The abbot there has some connections with me. If you take the letter I wrote to him and go there to be a monk, they will definitely take you in. I think, Rong Changan must not know that the person she is looking for is actually in Putong Temple."
Ziyan moved lightly, approached Liu Yiming, pinched his shoulder with one hand, and smiled seductively, "If you leave, let alone you will be caught by Rong Changan; if there is news from over there, or I have someone here Important news, through whom? You are the messenger between me and him, it would be impossible without you. Just make do with it and stay in the temple for a while, okay?"
Being gently pinched by Zi Yan, Liu Yiming's bones became numb, and his whole body seemed to be limp like a pile of muddy water. With a sway in his heart, he hooked Zi Yan's neck as white as jade.
"Zi Yan, I listen to you and live in the temple. However, you should visit me often."
Zi Yan chuckled, "It's really inappropriate for me to visit monks in temples alone."
Liu Yiming hugged her tightly: "What are you afraid of, anyway, you are already mine!"
A woman often goes to a temple full of monks, what kind of words spread out!
"Then when can I leave the Du Mansion?"
Zi Yan lowered her eyelids and pondered for a while: "Tomorrow is the day of Du Keming's funeral, and it will be very chaotic at that time. If you take the opportunity to sneak out, it shouldn't be a problem. However, it's best to find a boy servant's clothes to change into. I can't guarantee that, Has Rong Chang'an arranged someone to monitor the Du mansion?"
"Well, I hope I can leave here safely tomorrow."
Liu Yiming held back in this room for a long time, seeing that Ziyan could no longer control himself, now that he had finished speaking, he wished to hug Ziyan to the bed and do what the king of Chu and Wushan did.
Zi Yan is also like a wolf and a tiger now, and Yan Li only loves Rong Changan, and he has not visited her Fengwu Palace for a long time, and he has been patient for a long time. At this time, the dry firewood is burning at one point, and the fragrance is dripping with sweat; the sky is covered with onyx outside, and the room is full of tenderness. Not long after, the clouds collected and the rain cleared, Zi Yan packed her clothes and was about to leave.
Liu Yiming still didn't want her to go, he hugged her from behind: "Can you stay with me for a while?"
Ziyan stretched out her orchid finger, and tapped lightly on his forehead: "You damn ghost, it's not enough! If you stay for a long time and Yan Li finds out, it will be bad. Besides, my health these days It's not very good, I always feel like vomiting, I'm afraid I'm sick."
Liu Yiming joked: "I see that your face is full of spring and your body is full of vitality. You don't look like you are sick. Could it be that you are pregnant with my Liu family's child!"
It would be terrible if she was pregnant with Liu Yiming's child!
Zi Yan bit her thin lips, and stared at him fiercely: "It's better for you not to say such things, if others find out, I will be decapitated!"
Liu Yiming laughed and said, "This Yan Li, who is the emperor of a country, doesn't want his imperial concubine to steal people outside!"
"Stealing you big-headed ghost!" Ziyan heard him say more and more outrageous, less serious, and saw that there was no one outside the door, so he opened the door and walked out.
Twirling his buttocks, he wobbled to the back door, looked around again, and then left the Du mansion.
As I was walking, I suddenly remembered Liu Yiming's words. In the past few days, I really feel like throwing up all the time, and I always feel sleepy, and my stomach is very hungry. Is it true? Zi Yan pinches her fingers and calculates, if there is really one, the child in her stomach must not be Yan Li, but Liu Yiming's!
Folk wives stole men, and even rode a wooden donkey naked to parade through the streets. In the end, they were punished by cutting, not to mention cuckolding the emperor! That's from the Jiu Clan.
Zi Yan became more and more frightened when she thought about it, and happened to see a defense shop named Qiu on the street—in the capital, people call a doctor who treats a doctor and prescribes medicine a defense—Zi Yan opened the curtain and walked in.
I saw a banner hanging on the white powder wall in front of me: "Miaoshouhuichun" in four fonts, signed "Qiu Jingyang".
A boy in the outer room dozed off on the table and didn't attack himself. The store was deserted, and no patients were seen coming in for inquiries.
A smile appeared on Zi Yan's face: "This is the store I was looking for!" If it is a lively place, Zi Yan would not dare to go in to see a doctor.
She knocked on the table, the boy was startled awake, jumped up, and shouted, "Hello, what disease do you want to see?"
Zi Yan covered her nose and giggled, "Where is your husband?"
The boy rubbed his sleepy eyes, and saw a beautiful woman standing in front of him, dressed gorgeously, with bright pearls and emerald hair, who was either from a wealthy family or from an official family, and quickly bowed deeply, "I don't know that the distinguished lady has arrived. , I am so sorry."
"It doesn't matter! You call your husband out, I want to see a doctor."
The boy said, "First tell me what disease you have?"
Zi Yan wiped the boy's eyes, and said unhappily: "Could it be that you are a master?"
The boy's attitude is very modest: "I'm not a husband, but I've been with him for a long time, and I know a little bit about medical principles. If it's a minor illness, I can prescribe the medicine for you, and my husband doesn't need to work hard."
The gentleman of this defense shop is staying in the back room, wondering what shameful things he is doing
Zi Yan didn't bother to think about it, if the boy could diagnose her illness and prescribe a prescription without going through too many people, that would be the best. So, she told her illness again.
The boy didn't feel his pulse, so he clasped his fists to congratulate Zi Yan, "Madam, according to what you said, it's probably a happy event. I'll prescribe you some anti-abortion medicine and take it, it will be fine."
Zi Yan couldn't believe that she was so easy to conceive: "Are you serious?"
The boy laughed and said, "How can I lie to people about this kind of thing."
Suddenly, Ziyan's eyebrows and eyes became cloudy, and her spring-filled face became tense, like a bulging skin.
"You call your husband out, I have to confirm."
If she was really pregnant, it would be a serious matter, and she would have to ask the doctor to prescribe some dubious medicine. How does this boy know anything
But the boy said, "I'll just prescribe you some anti-fetal medicine, why call my husband out!"
Zi Yan looked displeased: "What I want is not an anti-fetal drug!"
The boy frowned thickly: "If you are pregnant, you can't prescribe anti-fetal medicine, what should you prescribe?"
"I just said you don't understand!" Zi Yan said impatiently, "Quickly, go and call your husband!"
But the boy was stunned, neither yelling nor daring to send Ziyan away.
Zi Yan seemed to understand, so she went straight to the back patio. In the front room, the room was locked, and the bed inside made a creaking sound.
Zi Yan couldn't help laughing: "The Great Jing Kingdom is really broken, there are people stealing love everywhere!"