Early the next morning, she ran and boxed and washed up, and then went to the yamen and went next door as agreed.

Zhao Yi was surprised to see her: "It's so early, something?" ”

"The prince and noble man are busy and forget, Weichen came to change the medicine." Song Ning reminded him.

"Ah, I forgot." Zhao Yi pointed at Nuan Pavilion expressionlessly, "Go ahead." ”

As he spoke, he entered the warm pavilion, and the medicine bags and other items had already been neatly laid out.

Song Ning sat down, and Zhao Yi sat down to unpack her bandage: "The house doctor was reprimanded by this king, and he has no shame to come to offer ugliness again, and this king has responded to you, but he can't lose his trust." ”

"I'll give you the medicine myself."

Song Ning thanked him happily.

The cloth was opened, and Song Ning looked very distressed, if it was dried outside, her blisters might have been healed.

It doesn't seem easy to recover from holding it like this.

"Lord Wang, according to Weichen's experience, this injury has to be exposed to the outside to make it easy to recover."

Zhao Yi glanced at her and asked expressionlessly, "Your experience?" Is it an anatomical experience? ”

Song Ning suddenly didn't know how to reply to this sentence.

"Lord Wang, have you been in a bad mood lately?" Song Ning asked bravely, with a superficial concern on his face.

Zhao Yi's bandaging action paused, and after a while, his face slowly sank, and he let go of her and said, "How this king has nothing to do with you, you are too lenient." ”

"Let's go."

Song Ning was inexplicable, glanced at Zhao Yi's gloomy face, and decided to take the best step.

As soon as she left, Zhao Yi's face became even more ugly.

What's he doing?

Concerned and worried about Song Shi'an?

He sat down on the kang table, his eyes getting colder and colder.

He endured nausea and discomfort to go to the mass grave, just for fear that his dissection would not go well, and he looked at the three blisters, as if it hurt more than growing on his hand.

These days, all his thoughts and habits are messed up.

But Song Shi'an is not Song Ning, he is a man.

Could it be that he is a man with broken sleeves?

No way.

Outside the door, Grandpa Chang asked worriedly, "Didn't you fall asleep last night?" ”

"Well, the lights in the room were still on when I was ugly."

"It's not like it's sick again, is it? Prepare your medicine tonight. Father-in-law Chang walked back and forth, very anxious, "No, our family has to write to my mother." ”

I went to write a letter.

The three of them stood at the door, also at a loss.

They have been with Zhao Yi for nine years, and they just heard about the things before the prince was thirteen years old, starting at the age of seven or eight, the prince often had insomnia, and then he got better, and then he had insomnia when the prince was nineteen years old, and the fifth prince was the prince.

After taking the medicine for two months, I fell asleep.

I can't sleep again.

"I didn't find anything terrible, could it be because I was shocked by the dissection that day?" Fu Yu said that he didn't believe it.

The prince is afraid of dirty, not afraid of the dead.

Yan Feng sighed, lifted the curtain, and saw that in the warm pavilion, Zhao Yi was sitting quietly, his face was pale and his mind was not there.

"Qiu Qian, you go in and talk to your master." The wind pushed the autumn one after another.

Qiu Yi was also afraid of Zhao Yi, so he shrank and looked inside, and Fu Yu pushed him in.

Zhao Yi was distracted by him, and turned his eyes to look at him coldly.

"Lord Wang," Qiu twisted his fingers and stood in front of Zhao Yi nervously, "Look, what kind of flowers are good to grow in the yard?" ”

Zhao Yi looked at him, and Qiu shrank his neck and withdrew silently.

Zhao Yi irritably pushed away the book on the kang corner.

A piece of paper falls out of the book.

It's a piece of rice paper, and I don't know if it's a fly or a horse.

Zhao Yi was stunned for a moment.

He pinched the painting, walked out and said, "Go and prepare the horse, I'll go back to Beijing." ”

He went back to his room to change into thicker clothes, dressed neatly, and rode back to the capital alone.

A few people were nervous, and they wanted to follow but didn't dare.

The palace gate was closed, Zhao Yi entered from the West Garden, climbed over the wall into the palace, and drove to Kunning Palace.

I don't know what I shouldn't be alarmed.

Those who know are only treated as if they do not know.

The Queen Mother listened to the music, accompanied by the pipa in Jiangnan minor, which was very pleasant.

The door of the inner sanctum was pushed open.

The Queen Mother looked at the people who came in in surprise: "Why did you come back?" ”

Everyone else retreated and closed the door.

Zhao Yi sat down opposite and said, "It's nothing, come back and see you." ”

"What's wrong?" The Queen Mother frowned and looked at him, "What's wrong?" ”

Zhao Yi drank tea expressionlessly: "It's okay." ”

"Are you having insomnia again?" The Queen Mother bent down to look at him, and saw that he was tired, "You, who are you close to?" ”

Zhao Yi didn't speak.

"It's okay." The Queen Mother stepped forward to hold her son's face and said softly, "You are all adults, those who don't do well, how can there be any curses and the like." ”

"Nothing." Zhao Yi swept the Queen Mother's hand away, got up and said, "I'll go back." ”

Saying that he was leaving.

"Go back tomorrow and rest at the queen's place at night. Is it okay for the queen mother to watch you fall asleep and then walk? The Queen Mother asked.

Zhao Yi looked at her and nodded.

The Queen Mother breathed a sigh of relief.

After Zhao Yi lay on the bed and covered the quilt, she moved a chair and sat at the head of the bed, in the not bright room, Zhao Yi's slightly nervous expression could still be seen, and she said softly: "Sleep, the queen mother is here."

Zhao Yi cautiously closed his eyes as he did when he was eight years old.

When he couldn't sleep, he suddenly opened his eyes, and when he saw that the Queen Mother was still sitting at the head of the bed, he closed his eyes again.

The Queen Mother patted him lightly, her eyes full of grief and indignation.

The next morning, Zhao Yi woke up before dawn, and did not say goodbye to the Queen Mother, and left the capital directly.

When the Queen Mother woke up in the morning, Tian Fuxing stepped forward to serve and whispered: "The slave didn't inquire about anything useful, and I saw that I had to go to the Qi Palace" to ask." ”

“…… I left early in the morning, and I didn't know if I hadn't fallen asleep for a few days, and the slave maid looked at it and felt distressed. ”

As he spoke, he began to cry.

"What's there to cry about?" The Queen Mother gave him a blank look, "Can you inquire about him?" ”

Tian Fuxing wiped his tears: "Sanyu's guy didn't write from him, so the slave maid went to ask him." ”

Sanyu is the real name of Chang Gonggong.

"What he wants to say is just about the marriage of the heirs, and he doesn't dare to say anything serious without Yuntai's consent." The Queen Mother suddenly thought of a person, "The mourning family wrote a letter to Bai Sheng's daughter, the county lord of Pingyang. ”

"Let her help the mourning family take a look at the affairs in the Qi Palace."

Tian Fuxing's eyes lit up and said, "Niangniang, this is a good idea." ”

The Queen Mother wrote the envelope and sent it away, and at noon, the letter from Chang Gonggong came.

"Sanyu also said that he had insomnia and hadn't slept for several days, and said that there were thirty-four beauties in the prince's mansion." Tian Fuxing said in surprise, "Does the prince like these beauties?" ”

The Queen Mother waved her hand: "Didn't mention anything else?" ”

Tian Fuxing shook his head.

"It's weird, who is in my heart? Otherwise, how could he get sick again and not be able to sleep? ”

When Zhao Yi returned to the Qi Palace, Chang Gonggong rushed up in shock, hugged Zhao Yi and wiped his tears: "Lord, why did you suddenly return to Beijing, it's too hard to travel six hundred miles back and forth." ”

"Lord, there is still medicine for the slave, if you can't sleep......"

Zhao Yi waved his hand and said, "This king has figured it out." ”

Saying that, he walked away.

Chang Gonggong was inexplicable and looked at Qiu.

Autumn shook her head.

Yan Feng and Fu Yu and Chang Gonggong recommended Qiu to investigate.

Qiu waited at the door for a while, and when Zhao Yi washed up, he followed, and asked straight to the point, "Lord Wang, what have you figured out?" ”

"This king remembers, Song Shi'an said that Song Ning is nearby, do you remember?"

Autumn shook her head.

"Since her friends and neighbors are here, she shouldn't be far away."

Qiu was puzzled: "Lord Wang, didn't you look for Miss Song, and now you're looking for it again?" ”

"Find, dig three feet into the ground to find her."

He is close to Song Shi'an, wants to see him, wants to stand up for him, and can't see his skin and flesh...... None of this is normal.

The only explanation is that he took Song Shi'an as Song Ning.

Because they were so similar, almost a person, he had a sense of confusion.

It even made him feel that he was starting to like men.

How is this possible!

"Bastard woman, why do you make this king uncomfortable here."

Qiu Yi finally understood what Zhao Yi meant.

Their prince is no longer close to others after he is ten years old, even the queen mother is not very intimate, and the servants around the brothers in the palace are not close to him.

In the eyes of others, the character is also willful and nonsense.

No one else knows about it.

"Then Lord Wang, how do you confirm it?" Autumn asked.

Zhao Yi snorted coldly, looked at the leaky carving on the table, and said, "Go and tell Lord Song and let him go down immediately, come over!" ”

Autumn should be.

Before the time came, Song Ning came in a hurry.

She was also inexplicable.

When I came last night, the people in the palace said that Zhao Yi was not there.

It was the first time she had seen Zhao Yi go out.

She guessed that Zhao Yi could stay at home for a few years without going out.

"Say hello to the prince." Song Ning entered the warm pavilion, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Zhao Yi sitting there with his face drooping, his eyes looking at her, with murderous aura in his eyes.

Song Ning was taken aback, what's wrong?

"Lord Wang?" Song Ning smiled, "There were no major events yesterday or today, and Wechen was busy sorting out the old files." ”

Zhao Yi stared at her face and didn't speak.

"Lord Wang?"

Her good neighbors in Da Zhou seem to be gone!

"Give you three days and let Song Ning come to see the king." Zhao Yi stared at her word by word and said, "Otherwise, this king will hang your nine brothers and a dog on the gate of Jinan." ”

Song Ning glared.

"Lord Wang, we were fine the day before yesterday, and you gently bandaged Weichen's hands." Song Ning shook her unbandaged hand, "Lord Wang, why don't you have love here?" ”

It's because of love that I'm so uncomfortable. I'm upset to see you're happy. Zhao Yi said: "Three days later, at this moment, let Song Ning stand in front of me. ”

"Let's go."

"You don't want to be here for the next three days."

"Lord Wang, you really don't listen to Weichen's explanation, Weichen's sister is far away from Jinan, and she can't ...... for three days" Zhao Yi pointed at her and interrupted her, "Go!" ”

Song Ning muttered and reluctantly left.