"So letting them out this time seems to be a loss for the country, but in fact, it is to keep them away from the imperial capital", Ye Ting seemed to be smiling on the surface and looking at the departing friendly team, but in fact, he was using very subtle movements to explain his own analysis to Qiu Shangshu, this kind of thing must not be said, so Ye Ting's lips almost did not move and kept smiling, even those who could read lips could not see it.

"Your Royal Highness can't say this kind of thing outside", Qiu Lin also replied in the same way, "Your Majesty has Your Majesty's intentions, and we can't speculate on the holy will"

"The student knows that the team has gone far, and the student has gone back to the palace first, and the teacher is still pleased."

On the main road in the city, at this time, the team of relatives was not in a hurry, Ye Huang was surrounded by everyone in the center of the team, and behind him was the carriage ridden by the general of Zhenbei, Sikong Yue.

"Do you see the general?"

"No, the general should not have shown up in the carriage, but His Royal Highness the prince who was the envoy of the peace family looked strangely handsome."

"That's true when you say that, but I don't know which Highness this is, and it doesn't look very old."

The onlookers in the crowd changed the topic from General Zhenbei to the young prince who looked at him after seeing Ye Huang, and it was no wonder that they looked at it, in the past few years, Ye Huang has not appeared on any occasion when the prince and princess have appeared, and the average person only said that there is a frail little prince in the palace, and no one knows which prince has what kind of illness he has, so when Ye Huang appeared in front of everyone on horseback, No one can associate the high-spirited and handsome young prince in front of him with the sick medicine jar in the legend.

There were people in the crowd who knew that they had heard from their relatives, neighbors, or other people, and said that the eleventh prince who was riding on horseback was the eleventh prince who had never appeared in front of the people, Ye Huang.

"This is His Highness Eleven? This is completely different from what I heard, doesn't it mean that he has been weak and sick since he was a child, and it is difficult to travel? How can he still serve as a peace envoy?" an insider asked, but no one could answer for a while.

"It's definitely not the eleventh prince, the magic doctor of the Sikong family can't heal him, you must be wrong"

"Anyway, there are so many princes, even if it's not His Highness Eleven, it must be someone else."

Seeing that the people around him said the news to him from questioning to denying, the first person who said that it was the eleventh prince was a little panicked, but immediately remembered the most important point: "Someone has cured His Highness's illness"

Hearing him say this, the people around him didn't believe his words even more, "Come on, the disease that Yan Jun can't cure with his magic hands, but you can tell me who else in this world can cure it."

"This ......", when asked like this, the speaker was a little overwhelmed, he did hear from others that the eleventh prince's illness had been cured, but he really didn't know who treated it and what method was used.

"Of course, it's still the prescription left by the Divine Doctor," someone from the back of the crowd answered.

The onlookers naturally retreated to both sides, making way for a passageway, and out of the crowd came an old man dressed in coarse cloth clothes and a hat on his head. ”