"Looking for me? Why did that old thing remember me? Ji Yan raised his eyebrows and stepped over the threshold.

"Childe, it's better to bring this first, I see that the prince's face is not very good, I'm afraid it's ......" Saying that, Yan Zhu took out two knee pads from behind him and handed them to Ji Yan.

"It's still Azhu's intimateness!" Ji Yan smiled and took the knee pad.

Yun Yue followed behind Ji Yan silently, her palms tightly clutching the corners of her sleeves, secretly thinking to herself, how should she approach King Xiang to get the secret letter?

"Yueyue, you go back and rest first, you don't have to accompany me." Ji Yan glanced back at Yun Yue and saw that her face was not very good.

"Yes."

Yun Yue was slightly stunned, the prince actually asked her to go back? Anyway, the way she looks now, I'm afraid that seeing King Xiang will cause suspicion.

Ji Yan came to the main hall alone, and a middle-aged man in a dark robe leaned on the jade collapse, with a gloomy face, holding his forehead with his right hand, as if he had a headache.

When King Xiang heard the footsteps, he raised his head slightly, glanced at Ji Yan, closed his eyes again, and said in an extremely slow tone:

"Where?"

There was a chill in this voice, which made people feel a little oppressive when they heard it.

Ji Yan stood tremblingly at the foot of the hall, his hands and feet trembling a little, and replied in a trembling voice:

"Back to ...... Back to my father, a few days ago I heard that there was a hunting ground in southern Xinjiang, so I went to ...... Look......" Ji Yan's voice weakened.

"Look at you coward." King Xiang scolded angrily, knocked over the teacup on the desk to the ground, and said:

"You are a waste, you really can't compare to your brother in everything, and you have been punished and banned to think about the past."

As soon as King Xiang's words fell, two servants walked in outside the door, dragged Ji Yan to the courtyard, knelt on the ground, pulled out the leather whip made of cowhide, and waved his arms downward.

"Ah......h

Ji Yan's back was beaten open, and the marks of blood stained his white clothes red.

At this time, a person walked out from behind the screen in the lobby, this person was dressed in gorgeous clothes, with a lazy gait, and a graceful and noble face was written.

"The father and the king have more tricks to punish the second brother."

"Xiao Er has been to see your mother today?" King Xiang's voice is gentle, his eyebrows are kind, and he is not as gloomy as before.

"I said hello to her earlier, but I'm afraid I'll fall asleep again."

"She hasn't been in good health recently, you can spend more time with your mother when you are free, and in addition, it will be the Queen Mother's birthday in half a month, you should prepare in advance." King Xiang said that the headache was again, and he rubbed his hands on his temples.

"Xiao Er understands, prepare early, but my father has a headache again?"

"It's an old problem, it's okay, let's go down."

"Father, take care of your health."

King Xiang waved his hand, and Li Qixiao said no more, so he had to withdraw from the lobby.

At this moment, the punishment in the courtyard has ended, but Ji Yan is still kneeling on the ground, the sun is getting bright outside, I don't know if it is sunburned or painful, and the beads of sweat on his hairline and forehead are dripping on the ground like threads.

Li Qixiao walked up to him, looked at him condescendingly, and said coldly:

"Sure enough, what kind of cheap embryo will give birth to what kind of son, if I were you, I would have died outside early, and it would be a great shame for the palace that you lived."

"Is the eldest brother saying that my father is a cheap embryo?" Ji Yan endured the pain and said sarcastically.

"You! How dare you scold your father? Li Qixiao's hands trembled with anger.

"The second brother doesn't dare, this was said by the eldest brother.

Li Qixiao was speechless, knowing that he was at a loss, seeing the second brother on the ground looking so down, his heart was much more comfortable, and he snorted coldly and threw his sleeves away.

Since he was a child, he couldn't compete with his second brother in words, but so what? Whoever can get the favor of his father can have the last laugh, and what his father hates the most is the second brother's eloquent mouth.

After Li Qixiao left, Ji Yan's eyes sank, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he straightened his waist, not as if he was submissive as he was forward, as if he had completely changed into a person.

It wasn't until the sun went down that Yan Zhu helped Ji Yan, who was covered in blood, back to the courtyard.

"The prince has become more and more ruthless against his son, he was only punished for kneeling, but now he even has a whip."

"It's just some flesh and skin, and I can still stand it."

"What's wrong with Shizi?" As soon as Yun Yue stepped into the front yard, she saw Ji Yan limping and hurriedly came over to help him.

When I got closer, I saw that his back was already bloody and blurred, and his bloody clothes were tightly clinging to the rotten flesh, and his heart hurt when he moved.

"Yueyue, go get some medicine and put it on me, don't leave a scar." Ji Yan tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"It's all this time, you still have the heart to laugh." Although she said this, Yun Yue turned around and hurried back to the room to get the medicine.

Before applying the medicine, the bloody clothes had to be separated from the rotten meat, Yun Yue searched the courtyard, and never saw a single herb that could make people feel nothing, so she had to hurry over with a few bottles of the only golden sore medicine.

"Childe, wait a minute, I'll go to the herb shop outside to buy it." As he spoke, Yan Zhu was about to leave.

"No need, the more pain I have, the more sober I become." Ji Yan stopped Yan Zhu, and then turned back to Yun Yue on the side and signaled:

"Yueyue, don't worry, just do it......"

Before Ji Yan finished speaking, Yun Yue knocked heavily on his stamina, and he fainted, only to hear her muttering:

"It's all painful like this, and it's still a dead duck with a hard mouth."

Yan Zhuzhen on the side stood in place, but he didn't expect Yun Yue to knock the son unconscious directly.

"Come over here and get a hand." Yun Yue said to Yan Zhu, who was standing stupidly.

Yun Yue took some warm water, moistened the wound, simply tore off the bloody clothes, and gently wiped the blood stains with a hot handkerchief, and after applying the medicine, he rolled up the bandage when the blood flowed stopped.

After doing this, Yun Yue stayed by Ji Yan's bed with Yan Zhu, so as not to turn over and press the wound in the middle of the night.

"Shizi has been abused like this since he was a child?" Yun Yue's eyebrows furrowed, and she asked.

Tiger poison does not eat children, now Yun Yue has seen that there is really such a ruthless father in the world, compared to how good her life was, to be reborn into such a good family as the Yun family.

Yan Zhu shook his head and said, "I only followed Gongzi three years ago, I don't know how Gongzi lived when he was a child, but since I followed him, the prince always beat and scolded him, and it is not strange to see him today." ”

"What about the mother of the son?"

"Childe's biological mother died of illness when Childe was three years old, and she is the princess of Yelang Country and her relatives."

Come to think of it, it must be the princess who King Xiang doesn't like to come with him, so he will be disgusted with the children born by the princess.

This life is also strange and pitiful, without a biological mother, his father is not painful, and there is a brother above him to compete for favor, it is not easy to develop this free and easy temperament.

It's just that who is easy to live in this world? The world is fair, if you live an easier life, someone will carry the weight for you; If you have a harder life, you must pluck out the thorns that stand in your way with your bare hands.

Ji Yan hadn't slept so deeply for a long time, but vaguely, he seemed to feel a person sitting next to him, as if he was gently fanning his back with a fan.

The warm wind caressed the slightly hot wound, and it seemed that it was not so painful, but it was very similar to his mother when he was a child, putting his little hand with chilblains to his lips and exhaling softly.