At this time, Fenghuang saw Yang Yanjing and Li Xiangren walking into the small room next door to have a private conversation. The embarrassment of the situation was alleviated to the greatest extent.
Fenghuang's intestines were full of regrets, but he didn't notice Yang Yanjing's arrival even though he was talking nonsense like this. Fenghuang finished his lunch, but he still had a grudge in his heart about his unrestrained speech.
Seeing that Yang Yanjing hadn't come out with Li Xiangren, Fenghuang wanted to run away directly, lest the two of them would be embarrassed when they met together.
Fenghuang stood up, and Yin Xiang hurried over, "Princess, are you going back to your room?"
"Yes, Yinxiang, I suddenly thought that I still have something to do. My concubine is going back first, please tell the lord Yinxiang, I will go ahead." Fenghuang wanted to leave after speaking.
But it was such a coincidence that Yang Yanjing just walked out. Seeing Fenghuang who was about to slip away, he quickly called Fenghuang: "Princess, where are you going?"
When Fenghuang heard about Yang Yanjing's business, he quickly stopped, and only responded softly: "My lord, I, I have something..."
Yang Yanjing took Fenghuang's hand and walked towards the room before Fenghuang could make up a reason. Such a simple action surprised Li Xiangren and Yin Xiang present.
In their view, Yang Yanjing's clean and ascetic life is really coming to an end.
Fenghuang's palms were already sweating, and he lowered his head, not daring to say a word. He was too presumptuous just now, even talking about his husband's fertility, which made Fenghuang feel embarrassed.
At this time they were walking towards the study, Fenghuang said softly: "My lord, I want to go back to my room for a lunch break."
But Yang Yanjing said intentionally: "This king also wants to take a nap, won't the princess accompany me?"
Fenghuang quickly agreed, but he didn't see him when he looked up. Fenghuang knew he couldn't hide.
The two came to the study, Yang Yanjing didn't take a nap, but sat beside him holding Fenghuang.
Fenghuang didn't know what to say, he just looked at Yang Yanjing with big innocent eyes. Yang Yanjing smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said: "Princess, what do you want to say, what do you want to ask, just ask this king directly, don't harass Lao Li anymore, he is really exhausted by you .”
Hearing Yang Yanjing's words, Fenghuang's doubts became more intense. Fenghuang pursed her lips, as if to be brave for herself, she asked directly: "My lord, I just want to know what's going on with your body, why you have been taking medicine for so many years, but you still haven't seen any improvement. Prince, what kind of illness are you suffering from? I am worried about you."
There was too much emotion in Fenghuang's eyes. She questioned Li Xiangren so hard not only because of curiosity, but also because she was worried about Yang Yanjing's body.
Yang Yanjing actually knew Fenghuang's intentions, he didn't speak, but put his wrist in front of Fenghuang.
Fenghuang looked at Yang Yanjing's wrist, and didn't find anything at the beginning, but when Fenghuang took a closer look, he found that there were black veins around the arteries of the wrist. Fenghuang relied on her experience as a mercenary, and at a glance, she could roughly It is certain that there are such black veins on the blood vessels on Yang Yanjing's wrist, which must be caused by poisoning.
"My lord, you were poisoned, what's the matter?" Fenghuang panicked. "My lord, but why, why don't you let Li Xiangren detoxify you? He is a genius doctor. My lord, what is going on here?"
Yang Yanjing quickly appeased Fenghuang, "Princess, don't be nervous. This poison can't kill me."
"Then why is this, lord, can you tell me?" Fenghuang asked, at the moment she was very worried.
Yang Yanjing was ready to tell Fenghuang everything. He said: "Princess, this king wants to keep this matter from you, but you really can't see it. You are so worried about this king. So I decided to tell you." Yang Yanjing's expression seemed calm, but his heart was already turbulent. He said, "Fenghuang, this king has been poisoned for more than ten years."
"Ten years." Fenghuang still couldn't stop asking. "Who exactly did it?"
"The matter has to start from the date of my king's birth. At that time, my king and my twin brother were always weak and sick, and my father didn't know where to find a charlatan, saying that he could treat my king's illness. But this quack warlock told my father that I am an ominous person, which may have a bad influence on the country. After saying this, the king only remembered that my father and my mother treated me in every possible way. Repulsion and obstruction. And Er Niang once wanted me to die, because Er Niang still has a son, so my ominous body will only drag them down. Although the father did not clearly express that he wanted to kill me But in my father's heart, I have been thinking about the words of the warlocks, for fear that I will have an impact on the country. But the father should still be concerned about the relationship between father and son, so he didn't kill me, but when I was ten years old In 2009, I drank a poison, colorless and odorless Shanghuaisan. This poison will not be fatal quickly, but it will slowly erode the body, and the texture of the body will be slowly poisoned, and it will only get worse."
Listening to Yang Yanjing's words, Fenghuang's eyes were full of infinite fear. People often say that a tiger's poison does not eat its offspring, but unexpectedly, in ancient times, Fenghuang saw that such a frenzied parents,
And Yang Yanjing continued: "This is the reason why this king is weak and sick. This poison will not kill this king, but it is also a kind of torture to erode my body every year." Yang Yanjing After finishing speaking, there was only a wry smile,
"My lord, then Lao Li, why can't you detoxify me, why do you have to suffer like this." Fenghuang asked puzzled.
But the smile on the corner of Yang Yanjing's mouth at this time was a sneer, and Yang Yanjing said coldly: "Why did the father use this kind of poison on me? The nonsense of the warlocks back then. As long as this king is in a sickly body, my father will not feel that I am a threat to his country. So I can only rely on the decoction of the Li Xiang people and slowly maintain If my body didn't have Lao Li's medical skills, this king's body would have been overdrawn, how could I marry you in?"
After hearing what Yang Yanjing said, Fenghuang felt a chill behind his back. Could this be the ancient feelings? One's own flesh and blood can also be mutilated like this.
Fenghuang remained silent, and her husband Yang Yanjing was extremely forbearing, why was he able to survive, enduring endless pain like this.
Fenghuang looked at the man in front of him in disbelief, and the darkness in his heart was even more intense for the royal dynasty. Could it be because of a nonsense statement that the emperor even treated his own son in this way in order to stabilize his own country.
It was already evening at this time, and the faint light of the setting sun covered the whole room with the brilliance of a cicada's wings, and the slightest bit of light made the shadows of the beautiful couple in the room drag very, very long.