When Zhao Xian and Yan Hanyu were boiling medicine in the back kitchen, Dong Shilang also came later, saying that he was here to help them, seeing that Zhao Xian was doing it on the side, Dong Shilang didn't help much, so he stood there and talked to them, and asked them when they would leave, chattering on the side without stopping.

Yan Hanyu felt that Dong Shilang must have given birth to the wrong gender, and she had no opinion on her sister-in-law's words, but she was a beautiful little boy.

When she woke up the next day, Yan Hanyu didn't forget to go to Tang Shixiang, and after breakfast, she went to West Street again, but when she got there, there were only four gray walls left in the thatched-roof house.

I heard that there was a fire in the house at dawn, the fire was very big, and it was not extinguished, so Xiang Lao left Shijiang Town with his burden.

A piece of ashes, Yan Hanyu couldn't find anything valuable, so he could only go back to the inn.

Yan Hanyu really wanted to set off to catch up, maybe he could catch up with Tang Shixiang, who left on foot. She has questions that are not answered, and the doubts in her heart will make her uneasy.

Zhao Xian felt that he was in good health, so he mentioned leaving. Yan Hanyu first checked his pulse, the pulse was neither floating nor sinking, there was no void pulse, he rested all night, and his spirit was completely restored.

In this way, Yan Hanyu naturally responded, packed up the salute that morning, prepared dry food and water and left Shijiang Town.

Yan Hanyu thought that the carriage was fast, and she might be able to meet Tang Shixiang, so she chased all the way, but she didn't see his shadow, so she didn't report that she hoped to meet him.

Tang Shixiang's medicinal face Hanyu still couldn't believe it, even if Zhao Xianhui was good, but whether there were hidden dangers in it, she didn't know.

On his way to Suzhou three years ago, he met Zhao Xian and met the Assassin in Hongxian.

Now on her way back to Bianjing, she met again by chance, and he was almost injured in Yangzhou.

Who the hell wants to hurt King Xianjun? Yan Hanyu was extremely confused.

The assassination three years ago was targeted, indicating that those people just wanted to kill Zhao Xian.

Although this time it was caused by Yangzhou Zhizhou's dog jumping over the wall in a hurry, but a little Zhizhou really dared to do such a thing? At the risk of the Manchu being wiped out, he would kill the royal bloodline?

Who would annoy the Eight Sages who were praised by everyone? would make him want Zhao Xian's life?

Since he was a child, he has suffered from cold poison since he was a child, how much pain has he borne over the years?

How glad she was to tell her grandmother about leaving, if she went back three years later, she would miss him, and she would never have the opportunity to see each other again in this life.

She was even more glad to have met her master, learned medical skills, and saved him.

I didn't meet Master in Yangzhou three years ago, but I met Zhao Xian in Yangzhou three years later.

A series of changes, just like her current state of mind.

In the last life, when she was ten years old, she was really like an ordinary boudoir lady, raised in a deep boudoir, and didn't ask anything about the outside. With the protection of her grandmother, her daily homework is not only reading books but practicing calligraphy, and she can't think of inquiring.

When she was at home, her worries were that her grandmother didn't like her, and how she could get her grandmother's affection.

When she was at her grandfather's house, her worry was that her eldest cousin didn't want to see her, so how could she get close to her eldest cousin.

's simple life has achieved her fate of early death.

Rao is her poetry and songs, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but she can't save herself.

Her life is as short as an epiphany, only having time to open, hidden in the depths, but no one sees it, fleeting.

Yan Hanyu's thoughts went back and forth from the previous life to this life.

Suddenly, a light feather touch touched between her brows.

Yan Hanyu woke up, and when she raised her eyes, her eyes met a pair of clear eyes.

"It's not good to be so deep at a young age. He said.

"Ahh

He raised his hand to smooth her brow.

She is not old next year, and she is also witty, but her eyes are always far away and people can't see through them. What kind of thing made her think of her eyebrows?

Zhao Xian reminded her, "Rest for a while, don't think about things." ”

Waiting for the next stop, Yan Hanyu took Zhao Xian's pulse again before resting at night.

"You won't be annoyed by cutting your pulse two or three times a day?" Zhao Xian asked her.

"No, if I save you, you'll be responsible. Your body is just right, and you are still in a tiring hurry, I am afraid that your body will not be able to bear it, of course I have to see it every day. ”

"I know how to heal, and I know my condition. If I'm not feeling well, I'll tell you, can you take your pulse again?" Zhao Xian discussed with her.

Yan Hanyu shook his head, "It's not good, unless I send you back to Bianjing, I won't care anymore, I will routinely check the pulse in the morning and evening along the way, and every day is indispensable." ”

"I'm afraid you're the only doctor with such a dedication. ”

Yan Hanyu smiled, "Thank you for the compliment." Being called a doctor by him means that he agrees with her medical skills, and it is a great pleasure to be recognized.

Zhao Xian saw that she was smiling like a flower at the moment, and thought of the scene of her frowning and thinking deeply in the carriage.

"I wanted to ask you during the day, are you ten years old this year?"

"I was born on the ninth day of September, and I will turn 10 years old in half a month. ”

"On the ninth day of the ninth month of September, if we hurry up, we will be able to reach Bianjing within half a month, and then your grandfather will hold a birthday banquet for you?"

Yan Hanyu lowered her eyes and shook her head, "Let's go slowly." "On her tenth birthday, even if she arrives in Bianjing, no one will necessarily do it for her.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Xian saw that she suddenly lost her spirit, and asked her suspiciously.

"Have you forgotten my father?" she whispered. He knew her identity, plus what happened to her father in the palace back then, everyone in Bianjing knew about it.

Zhao Xian heard her mention her father, and then remembered that her father was the first son who was famous in the world that year.

Half a year after the death of the emperor, Yan Sugongzi was killed in the palace, which was on the ninth day of September.

This was many years ago, could it be that she remembered it since she was a child?

"My family has never held a birthday party for me. Yan Hanyu's low voice reached Zhao Xian's ears again.

Since her father passed away, the family has been in a downturn, and she can't see the festive and bright colors, as if she has been covered with a layer of gray all year round, which has slowed down the festive atmosphere in the family for many years.

"The day my father died, it was the day I turned one. She added.

Zhao Xian couldn't help but feel sorry for her, "With a daughter like you, your father will be happy for you." You're so smart, it's a continuation of your father. ”

"I'm not a man, I'm not a continuation. ”

"Nonsense, what difference is there between women? If there are no women in this world, where is there a man? You must not despise yourself. ”

"Do you really think so?" Yan Hanyu didn't despise herself, but her grandmother disliked her as a woman. In the previous life, her grandmother was disgusted, even if she was obedient, she could not be loved by her grandmother, and at that time she would also lose that she did not have a male fetus.

"Well, Yan Sugongzi regarded you as a treasure when he was alive, but he didn't despise you as a little girl. ”

After Zhao Xian's persuasion, Yan Hanyu returned to the room with a relieved heart.

Falling asleep groggily, Yan Hanyu suddenly woke up.

Who is it?

In the darkness she opened her eyes, and somehow it was the infiltrator, arrived in her room.

(To be continued.) )