Is this the reason why you are always sick now? Bai Ling asked in a low voice.

"Probably." Heng Yuanjun replied softly.

"What about Chen Yicong after he ascends the throne?" Bai Ling said again, "Is the medicine still going on?" ”

Heng Yuanjun smiled, "Stopped." ”

Bai Ling nodded.

"So...... In the summer of the thirty-fifth year of Jianxi, you know your life experience. ”

Heng Yuanjun also nodded, "Before he died, my father asked me to take care of him, this is his last hope for me over the years." ”

Bai Ling listened quietly.

She looked at Heng Yuanjun on the bed, even at this moment, she still felt that Heng Yuanjun looked indescribably similar to Emperor Jianxi.

Especially when his eyes were lowered and his face was smiling, the kind of indifference and ruthlessness towards everything was the same as that tyrant back then.

Bai Ling looked away, maybe this was not a similarity in appearance, but a modality.

"Heng Yuanjun never knew that there was a Lan Zhijun in the world," Bai Ling glanced sideways slightly, "Never...... And no one told you either? ”

Heng Yuanjun didn't answer, but sighed softly, "That's why I said that the player is sometimes a pawn on someone else's chessboard...... Overnight, it won't be the same, can you imagine? ”

Bai Ling did not speak.

But the question suddenly stinged her a little at this moment.

As Heng Yuanjun said, everything changed overnight - his former identity was suddenly shattered, and he became his own puppet.

How much of the friendship and concern poured out by the teacher and the loving father came from sincerity, and how much was to protect the real Chen Shubai in the Hundred Flowers...... He didn't know.

Even, at the last moment of his life, his father's advice did not have Heng Yuanjun's own place.

Bai Ling took a light breath, "No wonder you say you don't have a name. ”

"It was only after I knew the truth of everything that I really had contact with Lan Zhijun." Heng Yuanjun said softly, "He seems to have known about my existence since he was a child and desperately wants to see me, but I have been in the palace all the time, and this is something that cannot be done." ”

"When did you meet Lan Zhijun?" Bai Ling said softly, "...... Have you seen that? ”

"I've seen it." Heng Yuanjun smiled, "But that's already the third year of Shengming......"

Heng Yuanjun supported the edge of the bed with his right hand, so that he could sit up straighter, "He doesn't have much of a father's shadow on him, this is ...... It comforts me. ”

Bai Ling laughed too.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that she had some understanding of Lan Zhijun's winning and defeating intentions.

"No wonder he's so obsessed with winning you...... "Bai Ling chuckled under his breath, "he doesn't want to lose to his puppet." ”

"From the moment when there is a desire to win, people can't win." Heng Yuanjun also smiled, "Fighting spirit is important...... But the fight on the chessboard is cold, and there is no room for other distractions. It's the same elsewhere, but it's a pity ......"

It's a pity that Han Chong doesn't seem to have figured this out now.

Heng Yuanjun clasped his sleeves with both hands and sighed softly.

"Then who is the young master who sees Ange now?" Bai Ling asked, "Is it you, or is it him?" ”

"It's not important anymore." Heng Yuanjun said softly, "The Jian'an Pavilion that I brought with me with one hand has disappeared in the first year of the Ming Dynasty. ”

“…… I remember that it was you who personally handed over the list of the old ministry to Chen Yicong. Bai Ling said softly.

The corners of Heng Yuanjun's mouth lifted slightly, and he did not speak.

Bai Ling thought for a moment, "It seems that even the inside of you, the Jian'an Pavilion, has been constantly fighting. ”

"Let's see." Heng Yuanjun said in a low voice, "Let's see who will have the last laugh." ”

……

On this day, Beizhen Fusi sent troops again and sent Jinyi guards to surround the Lanzi number of Baihuaya.

The officers and soldiers sealed off the exits everywhere and then broke into the room after room for inspection.

The commander led a small team and went straight to the highest Golden Pavilion, and in order to prevent fraud, six shield soldiers walked in front and smashed open the gate first.

However, the imaginary mechanism was not triggered, and only one person awaited them went to the empty room.

"Ran away!?" The commander strode into the room, "Search! ”

The team of the Jinyi Guard searched all the way through the small doors of the Golden Pavilion, while the people outside carefully explored the scene, tearing down the books on the bookshelves one by one to look for any clues left by the owner.

"My lord, the book with the inscription has been found!" A small flag officer walked up to the commander with a book in his hand and handed over an old book with both hands.

The commander flipped through it for a while, looked at the white book on the cover and the verses on the back cover, and immediately turned around and said, "Someone." ”

One person stepped forward to receive the order, he handed over the book, and said softly, "Send this book to the cabinet and tell Sun Ge that we are late, and that Lan Zhijun should have fled in despair." ”

"Yes!"

After the messenger left, the conductor paced himself back and forth in the Golden Pavilion.

This house is indeed very elegantly built, and he has copied so many mansions of Beijing officials, and he still feels that the layout of this house is not inferior to those courtiers. As he walked to the east side, his eyes were suddenly drawn to a wooden partition board.

He stepped forward in a few steps—such partitions are very popular in many large houses, and in most cases, they are used as a kind of soft partition, such as the living room in the front and the study in the back. After erecting such a horizontal plank, add a curtain and it will be fine.

But there was obviously no extra curtain in the Golden Pavilion, and once you entered the door, everything was visible except for a screen blocking the south side.

The conductor frowned slightly, and he bent down, reaching out to stroke gently in the sunken transverse board, and when he lifted it again, his fingertips stained with some wet dirt.

He suddenly reacted, there was news that Lan Zhijun preferred orchids, but look at the Golden Pavilion at this moment, where is there still an orchid left?

- Lan Zhijun didn't leave in a hurry!

He was afraid that he had been prepared early in the morning, so much so that before leaving this time, he even had time to transport the orchids he had cultivated!

"Someone!" The commander said in a loud voice, he must personally report this matter to Sun Beiji, "Prepare the car!" ”

……

On this night, the front of the Lan brand, which had always been crowded, became empty.

But the entire Baihuaya is not much better, because of the official family's daytime

Tonight, the entire Lanzihao people were panicked - the officers and soldiers interrogated and detained the entire Lanzihao people on the spot, and most importantly, Lan Zhijun and Aunt Fengqi disappeared early in the morning.

People speculated about the reason, and even thought of a way to get out, while the older aunts of the other Lan Brands came out at this time to preside over the overall situation and calm the panicked crowd.

So this night, the burden on Bai Ling's body was much lighter, and after days on stage, she was suddenly able to rest tonight.

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