Yan Qinghong and Yan Shuqing, brother and sister, have been living in the Beilan Palace of their mother Bao recently. It is forced by the situation, but it is also a piece of filial piety that worries about the danger of the mother. It wasn't until this afternoon, after the news from the Golden Palace came back, that the mother and son breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the rice has been cooked, the wood has been cooked, and the role that the Mobei bloodline can play has begun to ferment, and the little ghosts from all sides who were originally secretly watching will also turn their eyes to other places: the key figures at this time are either the two envoys, or His Majesty's close minister Li Qing, or even the two generals of Donghaiguan and Zhongshan Road, are far more important than their mother and son.

Yan Qinghong, the only one who has not resolved the crisis, is only his biggest "opponent" Yan Day, but he is also in trouble at present, and if he wants to do it, he has to wait until this war can be safely passed at the earliest. He had to keep the Yan family's Youbei Third Road first, and the chair he dreamed of would be valuable; Otherwise, what's the use of fighting for a dead king?

Now the chess game has been played to the middle game, and the mother and son in the Beilan Palace are the first to withdraw. At least in their own opinion, it was time for relief.

Yan Qinghong was eager to go out of the palace to meet with his brothers, but he had an appointment with Shen Gui in advance, or he waited until the three-party negotiations were completely over, or after the other party officially submitted the war letter, he could completely remove the danger, and he could swagger through the market as before.

He left the Beilan Palace and returned to his small courtyard. Yes, Yan Qinghong, who has always been ignored by the emperor, is nearly thirty years old and does not even have a serious bedroom. He had neither a title nor an official position, nothing but the title of a second prince. This residence is also a secluded courtyard with no name and no name, which is of course one of the reasons why he has always been accustomed to living outside the palace.

Yan Qinghong returned to his small courtyard, except for an elderly eunuch, there was not even a capable servant. The old eunuch trembled and lit the stove and roasted the fire side by side with the little master, who had been looking down on him since he was a child.

Yan Qinghong was in a daze, the old eunuch was roasting sweet potatoes by the stove, and the two of them quietly felt the passage of time in this small courtyard. Yan Qinghong was originally a person who loved to be lively, whether it was a restaurant in Fengjing City, a Qinlou Chu Hall in the north and south markets, or a teahouse theater where people in the market gathered, he was indispensable. Now that he has returned to this small courtyard where he grew up for various reasons, he can't help but feel a little trance. He felt as if he had never left here, he felt as if he had been sitting here all along.

Just as he was enjoying this rare purity and tranquility, in the quiet palace, a sharp and slightly poignant shout suddenly sounded:

"Someone! Let's go to the water! ”

Yan Qinghong stood up abruptly when he heard this voice. The old eunuch next to him was frightened by him, and the sweet potato that he had eaten half of it in his hand also rolled to the ground. Before he could stand up, the second prince had already run out of the courtyard......

When Yan Qinghong heard the word 'walking water', he had the idea of a bad thing in his heart. He didn't have time to think about it before he rushed out of the door, and ran in the direction of Beilan Palace like a madman. While running, I kept muttering:

"It's okay, it's okay! I guess the wind blew the candle down! It must be the candle that has fallen! Otherwise, there is no reason! No reason! ”

It usually takes fifteen minutes to walk, but Yan Qinghong only took three minutes to run in front of Beilan Palace. The surrounding guards were holding wooden water guns and vats to put out the fire, but the imperial pen plaque on the main gate of Beilan Palace was no longer clear......

Yan Qinghong didn't think much about it, untied the rope of the outer cover and draped it on his body, and ripped off a large piece of fabric for his middle coat, and a fierce man plunged into the copper water tank in front of the hall, and when he climbed out again, he was already soaked. He covered his mouth and nose tightly with the wet cloth, kicked away a eunuch who was holding his thigh, and resolutely rushed into the flames.

The tongue of fire that exploded in the center of the fire flew in all directions, constantly burning Yan Qinghong's wet hair and the corners of his clothes, and the steaming heat around him also evaporated the moisture on Yan Qinghong's body at an extremely fast speed. He endured the pain in his smoky eyes, opened his eyes wide and searched carefully, and when he found nothing in the outer hall, he immediately ran out of the doorway.

"Splash water!"

With a black and gray face, he shouted, and then countless buckets of water came to him, once again beating him through from top to bottom. Yan Qinghong, whose hair was all burnt and his eyes were bloodshot, just felt a trace of coolness, so he immediately turned around and entered the fire again. The surrounding eunuchs and guards were extremely moved when they saw him like this crazy demon, and then continued to surround the perimeter of the fire, pretending to save the fire.

Yan Qinghong re-entered the fire scene for the second time, and his vision was no longer as clear as Fang Cai. He draped the big haze over his body, and rushed into the inner sanctum with his waist bent and from memory. The inner hall was originally the source of the fire, and the moment Yan Qinghong stepped in, he could already feel the intense burning pain coming from his skin. Yan Qinghong only gritted his teeth, then stretched out his hands very quickly, and began to grope around with memory and guessing.

After all, it was Yan Qinghong who was the body of the prince, it may be that there was a blessing from God in the underworld, and the first thing he touched was a headless body, and he kicked it aside without thinking about it; The second time he touched a slender body, he didn't have time to distinguish it, so he directly dragged it over and sandwiched it under his left armpit; The third one touched was a slightly thick body, although Yan Qinghong's hands had been burned at this time, but with his special figure, he could still be sure.

The owner of this body must be his biological mother, Concubine Lan, Bao!

I don't know where the strength came from, Yan Qinghong, who had only practiced a few tricks of fist embroidery, was able to run out of the fire with two adult women at a time. As soon as Yan Qinghong, who was scorched and blackened with the smell of flesh, came out of the fire, he took the two women who had fallen into a coma and fell to the ground together, and rolled on the ground with the pain. The guards and eunuchs who were pretending to fight the fire around were all surprised and admired when they saw that Yan Qinghong could run out of the fire "safe and sound" with two people at a time. They were all moved by Yan Qinghong's extraordinary courage, and desperately poured water on the three of them; And several female doctors on duty in the harem also heard the news, and began to rescue without saying a word.

Yan Qinghong saw the female officer arrive at the same time, only to feel the burning sensation brought by every inch of bare skin at the same time, even if there were still people who kept splashing water on him, but except for a moment of relief, it did not play any role at all. While the nerves relaxed, a feeling of weakness caused by detachment also hit. Yan Qinghong endured the severe pain like this and closed his eyes.

At this time, if it seems to outsiders, except that his chest is still rising and falling, this second prince is simply a piece of burnt black coal.

By the time Sun Baishu Fengzhao entered the palace, Yan Qinghong, who was in severe pain, had already bitten his entire lower lip into a piece of rotten meat. The old eunuch had already helped him scrub his original face, and the terrifying bubbles all over his body were even more obvious.

When Sun Baishu saw him like this, he first probed his snort, then touched his veins, and only breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that his life was temporarily worry-free. He turned to the old eunuch and commanded:

"Take an oil lamp, boil two large pots of hot water, and take as much muslin as you want."

After finishing the order, he turned his head and unfolded the medical box, first quickly gave a few injections with his hands and feet, Yan Qinghong, who was biting his lower lip and enduring great pain, miraculously relaxed his body after receiving these few injections, and fell asleep groggily.

He observed Yan Qinghong's body surface, and after scrubbing it carefully, he gently punctured the joints that were often moved and some oversized blisters, released all the pus, and then applied some gray-brown powder. For the rest of the burns, only some yellow cream was applied after scrubbing.

It seems to be a very simple way to deal with it, but under Sun Baishu's caution, he was busy for an hour and a half. After he had washed his hands and closed the medicine box again, he had time to instruct the old eunuch carefully:

"Tomorrow is the hardest day, don't let him scratch his wounds. If you really can't help it, apply another layer of medicine to relieve it. The wound should not be covered and must be breathable, otherwise it will cause ulceration and suppuration. This medicine is not rare, it is just badger oil. But I can't use that powder too much, otherwise it will be glued together with the oozing pus, and you won't have to leave it behind. ”

After leaving the doctor's advice, Sun Baishu shook his head and walked out of the deserted courtyard with a sigh.

At the same time, Princess Yan Shuqing, who was just stunned by the fireworks, also opened her eyes desperately. She first looked at the busy medical officers and palace maids around her, and then looked at this rather eye-catching palace, and thought about it carefully, before she asked in a hoarse and eager voice:

"What about my mother? Are you okay? ”

The grandmother who was wiping her body on the side leaned into her ear and whispered:

"It's all good, Her Royal Highness doesn't need to worry, it's the most important thing to cultivate your body first!"

Princess Fengyang was already dizzy from the smoke and fire, and when she heard "It's all good," she was completely relieved and fell into a coma again.

At the same time, the female medical officer in the room next to her personally covered Concubine Lan Bao, who had already cleaned the stains and painted her makeup, with a white cloth.

More than three hours have passed since the incident.

But no one saw Emperor Xuande Yan Hunt appear, and even Li Qing, the head of the inner court, did not show his face.