"Suiyan, that case is over."
Sui Yan opened his eyes and said, "How to deal with it?"
Song Xian frowned: "The crown prince is dead. In the past few days, the second prince and the fifth prince, together with the civil and military forces of the Manchu dynasty, have been asking the emperor for a heavy punishment, and the third prince has been sentenced..."
"... Canglin Temple."
Sui Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and even his breath was trembling.
"Canglin Temple... Canglin..." Sui Yan murmured, "Although Yongcheng is barren, it is a good place, at least alive."
Song Xian was already irritable, and he said impatiently: "What a good place can Yongcheng be, Canglin Temple is on the edge of a vast sea of yellow sand, where can people stay? His Highness is used to pampering, so he went there. The place will definitely not be able to adapt, if something goes wrong…”
Sui Yan replied, "Is it good to stay in Beijing?"
Song Xian was stunned.
"This time, the emperor has murderous intentions for His Highness, if not..." Sui Yan took a deep breath and hid the words, "No matter how much you suffer in Yongcheng, at least you still have your life. The day has made the emperor unhappy again, and he may even lose his life."
Sui Yan rubbed his brows, looked at Song Xian with a blank face, and said helplessly: "Do you understand, murdering the crown prince is no small matter, and he can save his life as the emperor's kindness."
Song Xian's temperament has been heartless since he was a child, and he is often out of his mind when he speaks and does things. Hearing Sui Yan's words so serious, he panicked: "Then, what should I do?"
Suiyan said: "It can only be like this, there is no other way."
Song Xian shook his head again and again: "No, no! What kind of hell did he go to alone? His Highness has offended many people over the years, and those who tend to be flamboyant don't know how to bully him, no..."
He said several times that he could not succeed, and suddenly said: "Are you going to Yongcheng with His Highness?"
Sui Yan was stunned for a moment and shook his head. If his current body followed Duan Zhisu to Yongcheng, he might have died halfway.
Song Xian stared at him in disbelief: "You know that he might die when you go to Yongcheng, so aren't you worried?"
Sui Yan did not speak.
Song Xian glared at him for a long time, but Suiyan had a tough heart and ignored him.
Song Xian said, "Suiyan, you..."
A drop of water fell, dripping in the pool, making a slight noise.
Song Xian's helpless and disappointed voice came from afar: "...Do you still have any heart?"
A cold handkerchief was attached to his forehead, Sui Yan felt extremely comfortable, and wanted to rub his head up in a daze.
It seemed that he was aware that he was conscious, and the people next to him hurriedly left and quickly returned, bringing a strong medicinal fragrance along with a gust of breeze.
Even though Sui Yan was in a coma, his brows furrowed.
In a daze, I heard someone say: "It's not good to burn it like this, pour the medicine down on him, don't let him vomit."
Then, someone pinched his chin, and abruptly poured in a bowl of dizzyingly bitter medicine.
Sui Yan originally had the strength to wake up, but when he was poured into this medicine, he was dying of anger and almost kicked his legs.
Sui Yan Xu even saw Huang Quanlu, almost didn't come up, struggled for a long time and opened his eyes in confusion.
He opened his eyes, and Haitang, who was beside him, cried with a "wow". Those who didn't know it thought that Sui Yan had gone west.
In Suiyan's mouth, the question, "Which bastard gave me the medicine?" can't be asked no matter what, and he said weakly: "Why are you crying, young master, I'm not dead yet."
Haitang immediately pouted three times to the side, and said, "Young master, don't talk about these unlucky things, Namo Amitabha, Tong Yan Wuji Tong Yan Wuji! Pooh Pooh!"
Sui Yan was directly amused by him.
Haitang burst into tears: "Young master fell into a snowdrift and has been in a coma for two days and one night. The imperial doctor went back and forth several times, and he said that he could not be rescued. Fortunately, the imperial doctor Meng has rejuvenated you and gave you several injections. Pulled you back from the gate of hell."
Sui Yan nodded perfunctorily, thinking, "This guy surnamed Meng is nosy, I have to find a chance to beat him up."
Xu is that Royal Doctor Meng was really good at rejuvenating. After Sui Yan woke up, he felt a lot better, and the high fever quickly subsided, but he still couldn't drink the medicine.
Li Zhao and Haitang were both anxious to die. As soon as they fed the medicine, Suiyan vomited faintly. No matter how good their health was, they would still be sick. After thinking about it, they had to ask the kitchen to make some sweet soup and medicinal food.
Sui Yan is delicious and sweet, and when the sugar water melts into honey juice, he can drink several cups without changing his face. When he was a child, he often refused to take medicine when he was sick. Li Zhao always used this method to trick him.
The medicated meal was quickly made, Sui Yan glanced at the sweet porridge in the small cup, was silent for a moment, and said, "Do you still consider me a child?"
Li Zhao stirred the sweet porridge with a spoon and coaxed, "No, no, young master, try it, it's very sweet."
Sui Yan endured and endured, but still forcibly held back, he took it with a frown, and tried to take a bite, almost being driven mad by the sweetness and bitterness.
Sui Yan likes sweets too much. When he was a child, he ate pastries. Even if he lost a piece of candy, he would pick it up and eat it. No one listened to what anyone said. Strange sweet and bitter thing, for a while I don't know whether to swallow or spit it out.
Li Zhao cheered for him: "Swallow, hey, swallow."
Sui Yan was almost angered by the tone of his coaxing the child, and swallowed it with difficulty after a long while.
Li Zhao almost burst into tears when he saw that he really drank it.
No matter how thick-skinned Sui Yan was, he was still a little embarrassed to be treated like a child, and he didn't lose his morals anymore, so he drank the medicinal meal in one gulp.
After a bowl of food, I don't know if it was sweets or if the medicine was effective, Sui Yan really felt much better.
Haitang came running from outside holding a food box: "Master, this is the sweet steamed bun that just came out of Wanfenglou. I just bought it to relieve your pain."
Sui Yan was in a trance for a while.
When Duan Zhisu was not convicted, he was pampered, eating and waiting to die. Every day, he asked people from the house to go to various places in the capital to buy sweets. At that time, the whole capital knew that there was a sweet tooth in the Sui family. Playful little boy.
But since Duan Zhisu went to Canglin Temple, he never asked anyone to buy it again.
If it weren't for Haitang, he would have almost forgotten that he had such absurd indulgence before.
Sui Yan took the food box in Haitang's hand, and after gently opening it, he found that the steamed buns inside were cold.
Also, it took half an hour to go back and forth from Wanfeng Tower to the General's Mansion, and it was normal for it to be so cold outside.
Sui Yan sighed, gently poked the steamed bun that was shaped like a rabbit, and said, "It's cold, take it away."
Begonia said yes.
Suiyan said: "I'm not rushing you. The sweets at Wanfeng Tower are more delicious on the spot. I'll go there by myself another day."
Haitang ran away happily.
Xu Shi Wanfenglou's steamed buns saved Sui Yan's boredom, and gradually drank the medicine for a few days. By the day of Xiaonian, his body had recovered.
It snowed lightly on the twenty-third year of the new year, and Yuyi Meng put on a cloak and was ordered to come to ask for the pulse of the little prince. Before leaving Cheng'anmen, he met Duan Mingchong who was holding a bamboo umbrella.
Royal Doctor Meng hurriedly stepped forward to salute.
Duan Mingchong waved his hand and said, "Dr. Meng Yu is going to the General's Mansion to ask for the pulse of the little Marquis?"
Doctor Meng Yu said, "Yes."
Duan Mingchong smiled and said, "Just in time, Gu also wants to see the little Marquis, let's go together."
Duan Mingchong had no pretence in the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, no matter who it was, Mu Ruqingfeng, Meng Yuyi did not feel restrained, and casually talked about Suiyan's condition behind him.
When the crown prince came, Li Zhao hurriedly came out to greet him, with a guilty conscience on his face.
"Congratulations, Your Highness."
Duan Mingchong closed the umbrella and said, "Lonely come to see the little Marquis, how is his condition?"
Li Zhao's face was a little embarrassed: "This..."
Duan Mingchong was very understanding, but said helplessly: "Is it because you can't drink the medicine again?"
Li Zhao lowered his head and said in a low voice, "His Royal Highness forgive me, it's unfortunate that you are here, my young master... he is not at the mansion today."
Duan Mingchong frowned: "He's not healed yet, what are you doing out of the house? You didn't stop him?"
Who can stop it? Li Zhao complained incessantly, "Little Marquis has always been used to being arrogant, and now no one in the manor can control him. Just now he didn't watch over him, he just... just..."
Royal Doctor Meng said from the side: "Master Hou has a weak body, and it is really inappropriate to run out on such a cold day with his illness."
Li Zhao said repeatedly, "Yes, yes, people have already been searched."
Duan Mingchong suddenly said, "Where did he go?"
Li Zhao started to Ai Ai again and again: "This... this this... "
Duan Ming Chong said: "Just say it directly, don't hesitate."
Li Zhao said indifferently: "Xu Shi... Wan, Wan Hua Lou..."
Duan Ming Chong grew up in the East Palace and grew up reading the book of sages and sages. He didn't know anything about the romantic places in the capital. Hearing the words, he wondered: "What kind of place is that?"
Old Li Zhao's face turned red.
Royal Doctor Meng on the side covered his lips and smiled, and whispered: "Your Highness, Banhualou... It is a flower building, a place for people to have fun."
Duan Mingchong's face finally changed, and he couldn't believe it: "How old is he, how old is he? How could he go to that kind of place?"
Seeing that he had misunderstood, Li Zhao quickly tried to explain, but Duan Mingchong didn't listen to him. He ordered a few generals and said, "Come with me."
The general's face was dazed, but the prince's order had no choice but to follow, and hurriedly followed.
Li Zhao was startled and hurriedly said, "Your Highness! What are you, what are you doing?"
Duan Mingchong said indifferently, "Go and invite the little Marquis back."
Li Zhao: "…"
Duan Mingchong was very resolute, and he went to invite him as soon as he said it. He led a group of generals towards Wanfeng Tower. His posture was not like inviting someone, but like catching a fugitive.
At the same time, the little Marquis was going through five levels and killing six generals in Banhualou, and finally bought all the sweet steamed buns that only made twenty pots a day in Banhualou, sweating out in the cold weather.
At this time, he sat in the center of the lobby under the unbelievable gazes of all the clients, with an elegant posture...
—Pricked the ears on the bunny-style buns.
Although Banhualou is a dusty place, the cakes it makes are unique. The daily steamed buns are made of different animal styles, which are lifelike and really cute.
The table was full of food boxes with white smoke, and Sui Yan sat in it like a fairy concocting alchemy, fiddling with the fluffy bunny ears back and forth.
"It's really soft." Sui Yan said in his heart, holding the steamed bun that looked like a pig on the side and biting it down, eating the honey in it, the whole person would be sweetened.
"It's so sweet."
For the first time since the rebirth, Sui Yan suddenly felt that it was not bad to be alive.