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It is said that Xiao Yunkai's heartache and several imperial doctors are helpless, and finally thanks to an old imperial doctor who is about to leave his post and return to the field, after he finished giving Yunkai a pulse, he thought about it a little, and prescribed a prescription according to the symptoms and pulse, Xiao Yunkai had no pain for half an hour after taking the medicine, Murong Yichuan Dayue, rewarded the old imperial doctor with a hundred taels of gold, and asked him to stay in the pharmacy and leave the palace with a reward. ^_^ Read, book, first, send, please, arrive ^_^

Xiao Yunkai was unharmed after a moment of complete relief, at this time the night has fallen slightly, too many things have happened in these few hours, each one is very tricky, so that it is still a little difficult to breathe, the autumn night is slightly cool, as if sitting under the Lang looking at the dustless night sky of the scattered stars, that little starlight is shining, just like the ups and downs of melancholy in her heart at the moment.

The evening breeze gradually rose, and Murong Yichuan took Wanruo in his arms and blocked the wind for her.

At the moment, he was hiding from the wind in the man's arms, as if he had lost his previous happiness, "Yichuan, you can leave here with me and the children,"

Now it seems that there is a kind of idea of wanting to wander the world, and I can't wait for a moment to grow wings, escape from the inner courtyard of this deep palace, and live a life of cultivating for Chu Nong.

Murong Yichuan was slightly stunned, "How can you have such thoughts?" You and I are not ordinary people, how can we be emotional. ”

It seemed to be almost replying in a tone of pity, "I don't want to share the same you with others again, it will affect me, and my child, Yi Chuan, I really want to answer the days in the palace, at that time, every qiqi was so comfortable, even if we always follow Sister Ruoxuan, my heart is bitter, but my child will not." Although Pan Saihua is arrogant, she is not like a ruthless person, but she actually curses Yunkai, I am really afraid that there will be unforeseen accidents in the future, I-" The words came to an abrupt end, and her hand was gently placed on her heart, she didn't dare to think about what the future would be.

Murong Yichuan thought for a moment before softly relieved; "I just want to continue the heir, I never thought it would hurt our children, the struggle between the concubines since ancient times is extremely cruel, but Pan Cao and the two are from famous families, they should have good cultivation, and their fathers are fighting with me on the battlefield, but I never thought it would be like this, if you don't feel good in your heart, I understand, don't hurt your body for these things, if you don't get angry, I will order the death of Pan Saihua tomorrow." Seeing that Murong Yichuan was so sad, he also felt the same way, after all, Yunkai was his eldest son, the future emperor of Taizheng, and he worked hard all his life to not only achieve his hegemony and go down in history, but also for his own children and grandchildren. Murong Yichuan didn't want his harem to be in trouble, he just wanted to be calm and stable, but now it backfired, he also felt that he might have been wrong to take a concubine at the beginning, he wanted an heir, he and Wanruo were just the right year, why not worry about having children, he violated the oath promised to Wanruo to have no concubine in the sixth palace, although he has been crisscrossing the flowers for more than a year, there seems to be no lingering between him and Wanruo, and he has repeatedly weighed between gains and losses, and Murong Yichuan knows what is the most important thing for him. As if seeing that Murong Yichuan had a murderous intention, he hurriedly said; "Do you think that if I kill Pan Saihua, I will be able to become a qiē that has never happened? I don't want you to stain my hands with blood, besides, Saihua is now in the palace of hatred, and her son is also raised by Cao Shuyuan, she has nothing, she has to be forgiving and forgiving, I think it's okay. After all, it seems that I still can't hate Pan, just because I am the same lonely and empty person, and I am the same mother.

Murong Yichuan sighed, and muttered sincerely; "I am fortunate to have such a pure wife."

The words fell Murong Yichuan's lips gently fell on the eyebrows, and he wanted to use his tenderness to soothe the locked eyebrows.

Pan Saihua's honor and disgrace in the palace directly affected her entire family, and when Saihua's mother was crowned a concubine with her son, it was also the day her father settled in the Privy Council, but today she hated lying in the cold palace, and her father also left from the position of deputy envoy of the Privy Council.

The next day, early in the morning, Murong Yichuan issued an edict demoting Pan Li, the deputy envoy of the Privy Council, to Sima Chenzhou, and immediately left Beijing to take up his post.

Under a will, Pan Li fell from a first-class member to a fifth-grade local Sima, this honor and disgrace is only in a thought, not his own fault, but by his daughter, a daughter married into the emperor's family, honor and disgrace all depend on the emperor's heart.

After receiving the holy decree, Pan Li did not dare to slack off in the slightest, and immediately packed his new bag and left Beijing with his family.

Ten miles long pavilion, came to see off Pan Li from the DPRK and the Chinese officials, Pan Lirong when Pan Lirong was in the city, and now he is in distress, the former home regulars are also afraid to avoid it, this is the so-called warmth and coldness of human feelings.