When the lantern was in hand, Lan Chengcheng dragged his tired body back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, and he already knew about the emperor's decree to raise food and grass for his son, but he had been entangled in mundane affairs, and until this moment, he was relieved.

When I got off the sedan door, I saw my daughter leaning against the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion and waiting. The tired color on the face of the blue city was replaced by joy, and he took two quick steps to get closer. "Why don't you rest in the house?" Lan Chengcheng said, holding his daughter's hand by the hand, in the middle of summer night, the coolness expells the heat.

"My daughter is idle and bored. Lan Junyao shook her head, and since the clouds began to dye the clear sky in the evening, she waited at the gate of the mansion. She didn't see her father return left and right, and she was always uneasy in her heart.

Brother Qingyue received the holy decree, and was ordered to raise grain and grass in the afternoon. Lan Junyao also secretly went to see the shopkeeper Lin and instructed him to mobilize the merchants to raise grain. If it really doesn't work on the third day, she will find a reason to sell the grain and grass to the court, after all, this is not a small amount, and they cannot be asked to do this in vain.

The cold moonlight lined up very differently, and when Lan Chengcheng entered the mansion, he found a little bit of the same, these minions seemed to be a little more restrained than in the past, and the eyes that looked at his daughter were afraid.

I wonder what happened in the house during my absence. Lan Chengcheng let his daughter pull him, and walked around the brightly lit front hall to the backyard. Seeing that the master returned home, these minions only dared to step forward to greet him in a decent manner, not as lively as in the past. Lan Chengcheng raised his eyebrows, he was a little curious about this reason, but he didn't know why he caused his daughter, who had always been well-behaved and sensible, to lose her temper.

Lan Junyao pulled her father straight to her room, stepped back left and right, pressed her father on the chair, and Lan Junyao also sat down beside him. "Daddy, I'll take your pulse first, and I'll explain these things to you later. ”

Lan Chengcheng said, put his hand on the table, and looked at the rigor on his daughter's face, and he also felt a little uneasy in his heart. Although he was puzzled, he waited patiently for his daughter to take the pulse.

Lan Junyao was only afraid that her medical skills were not good, so she only cut the pulse on her father's wrist back and forth, and after a quarter of an hour, a hanging heart was slightly lowered, and with a long breath, her nerves relaxed for half a minute, but her back was already completely soaked.

Lan Junyao carefully told her father all this, and told him not to let her mother know about it, and not to have sex with her mother until she found the antidote. If it weren't for the last resort, she would never sit here and talk to her father.

Lan Chengcheng digested the information little by little, and the hysteria in Lan Junyao's imagination did not come. There wasn't even a hint of anger on his face, and if he hadn't told him about it himself, Lan Junyao would have even wondered if he had said it.

"Daddy knows, you just do your best. If the result is really unsatisfactory, I won't blame you for fighting with my mother. "If it is said that mourning is greater than heart death, it is the biggest pain in life, although Lan Chengcheng is not in such a state at the moment, he also has the worst plan. If there really is that day, he will definitely not let his wife leave alone, how lonely is Huangquan Road, what if Mrs. is bullied?

Life is always cruel, and you think that what you encounter now is the worst, but you don't know that there are greater tribulations waiting for you. Lan Chengcheng hugged his daughter into his arms, and stroked her cheeks with some pity, his daughter and son are promising, and they know how to protect themselves, even if they leave with their wife, he is relieved.

"Okay, we've been staying for a long time, my mother will be suspicious, if you want to do anything, just rest assured to do it, I will take care of my mother's side." The corners of Lan Chengcheng's mouth pulled up a smile, it was obvious that he could melt the ice on weekdays, but Lan Junyao felt that this smile was more bitter in his eyes than eating Coptis chinensis.

The father and daughter walked out of the room hand in hand, just in time for Lan Qingyue to return home, their eyes met in the air, and a trace of understanding flowed through the hearts of the three of them.

The dinner table was still as warm as before, Lan Junyao restrained the urge not to let tears flow, and listened to her mother and her brother talking about her and her brother's naughtiness when they were young, and Qingwei, who was waiting on the side, also wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and her tears were choked.

The people at the table had their own things in their hearts, and a seemingly harmonious dinner was spent in this way without the mood of admiring the moon in the past, and after eating, they went back to their rooms.

Seeing her father's figure disappear, Lan Qingyue turned around and walked towards Lan Junyao's boudoir.

The deliberately suppressed tears finally broke the embankment, the flickering candlelight swayed with the breeze, Lan Junyao lit a candle alone, quietly buried her head in front of the desk, the few books that the master gave her were spread out one by one, she filtered the information on the paper little by little, and there was only the sound of "rustling" books in the huge room.

Liang Yue sprinkled a majestic figure on the door, Lan Qingyue stood in front of the door, the knock sounded, and she heard her sister's low voice of consent before pushing the door and entering.

"Can the preparation of grain and grass go well?" The two brothers and sisters sat opposite each other, most of the people in the Xiangfu had begun to rest at this moment, and only occasionally the house could hear the faint sound of the night patrol, and occasionally there would be the chirping of insects and birds, and the white candle gradually disappeared, and there were clear candle tears falling on the desk.

"It went well. Lan Qingyue casually copied a medical book, only turned two pages and put it down, this is the manuscript of the old man in Nanshan, if it weren't for his true biography or on-demand, even if he read it, he would be confused.

"Daddy... Can you be infected with that yin poison?" Lan Qingyue asked, this matter has always been like a big stone pressing on his heart, and he knew the result early, so he could make arrangements as soon as possible.

"No, no. Lan Junyao didn't look up, now time is urgent for her, she remembers that the master's manuscript had a description of this "drunk red dust" in a few words, she must find it as soon as possible.

As early as when the poison was diagnosed, she sent the carrier pigeon back to the valley, hoping that the master would not leave the valley, otherwise things would be much more tricky.

Lan Junyao carefully flipped through the manuscript, lest she leave out a little information. Lan Qingyue sat on the side and quietly accompanied her sister, picking out a collapsed candle wick for her from time to time, and the tea on the side had already lost its temperature, until she felt that her shoulders were sore, and she straightened up slightly.

The sound of bangs sounded, but it turned out that it was already the third watch. Seeing that Brother Qingyue was still sitting in the room, Lan Junyao hurriedly hurried him back to sleep, and she had to raise food and grass tomorrow, she didn't want Brother Qingyue to have any more accidents.

Lan Qingyue said nothing and refused to leave, seeing the tiredness that couldn't be concealed between his sister's eyebrows, but he couldn't do anything, and now he could only accompany her, and the guilt in his heart could be weakened slightly.

Lan Junyao stroked her somewhat swollen sideburns, her eyes were a little sore, she excused herself to sleep, and her brother left with all kinds of reluctance. She got up and paced up and down the room, eager to bring up all the knowledge that she had thrown into the corners of the room, and it took half an hour for her to return to the bookcase.

When the first rooster crow sounded in the morning, Lan Junyao also woke up. The sky had already revealed a little light, the white candle on the side was completely burned out, and a wisp of green smoke swirled and finally dissipated, Lan Junyao pushed open the door, only to find that Brother Qingyue was already dressed and was standing not far away looking at her steadily.

Lan Junyao was still wearing yesterday's clothes, and this discovery made Lan Qingyue frown, "Didn't you sleep last night?" The words were filled with distress and reproach, and finally turned into that gentle movement, he rubbed her already somewhat disheveled hair, "Go back and rest." ”

"I'm fine. Lan Junyao stepped forward slowly, hugged Brother Qingyue's robe, pillowed her head on his heart, and took two breaths greedily, I don't know if it was his breath or the morning breath, which dispelled all the fatigue in her heart.

Lan Qingyue let her sister hold her, and after a long time, she found that she didn't move, and when she looked down, her entire chest was overflowing with distress, and Lan Junyao fell asleep like this.

Picking her up, taking off the dew-stained shoes on her feet, Lan Qingyue carefully tucked the quilt for her, and then withdrew lightly. Told the maid not to come to disturb the young lady, Lan Qingyue didn't have time to eat breakfast, so she hurried to the school grounds.

Lan Junyao woke up in a nightmare, such a real scene pressed her breathlessly, she suddenly opened her eyes, the scorching sun shone into the room through the rhombic grid of the window, Lan Junyao opened the curtain, only to find that it was already sunset.

She sat up in her cloak, echoing the scene from her dream, still palpitating. On the devastated battlefield, there were severed arms and stumps everywhere, and the river of blood spread to her feet, staining her embroidered shoes red, she stood in place blankly, and a person in front of her stood with his back to her, the red war horse was already bloodstained, and she couldn't tell whether it was the enemy's or her own.

Such a familiar back, it was clearly Ling Qixuan, she opened her mouth, but she couldn't make a sound. He rode his horse and fought at the enemy in front of him, and she panicked and tried to go and hold him, but her body was like a swamp, and she could not move for half a minute.

turned around suddenly, but found that Brother Wuwu appeared behind him, also with his back to him, standing on the left side of Brother Qingyue, and on the right side were his parents. There were enemies on all sides, and one person kept her in the center, and they used up the last of their strength to fight the enemy, but she couldn't do anything.

Seeing them die in front of her one by one, there was only An Ran on her enlarged faces, and there was even a shallow smile on the corner of their mouths, but it made her feel the fear she had never felt before. More and more people were falling beside her, and there had never been a moment when she felt so powerless, her hands clenched, still unable to stop the loss of life.

She woke up from her nightmare when her enemy's bloody sword was about to stab her. She sat on the stool in a daze, let the scorching sun evaporate the sweat from her body, and spread her hands weakly, until the whole person really came to her senses, she called the maidservant to freshen her up.