Song Yan was anxious about the safety of Jun Shitong in the palace, but he was entangled by Qingluan and couldn't get in.

Qingluan didn't expect that Song Yan, who had always been gentle and elegant, would be so angry, she paused, and almost shrank back in fear by Song Yan.

"You can't go in." Qingluan crossed his eyes and looked up at Song Yan slightly.

Song Yan frowned and looked at Qingluan impatiently.

At this time, where can he care about Qingluan, as a palace maid, it is rude to stop him, his mind is full of Jun Shitong.

"I lost the princess and left resolutely, why do you want to come back now?" Qingluan snorted coldly, looking like a protector. "You're a bad guy! What if I let you in today, and you make the princess sad? ”

Qingluan stretched out his hand, which firmly blocked Song Yan's way.

Song Yan had mixed feelings in his heart. Even a palace maid dared to be so blatant and indignant to reprimand him, one can imagine how indignant he was at what he did to Jun Shitong.

"Ahem."

Song Yan's thoughts were confused, and he suddenly heard coughing voices in the hall one after another. Song Yan was so anxious that he didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, he pushed Qingluan away and ran in.

Jun Shitong sat on the bed, one hand supporting the edge of the bed, and the other hand touching his chest.

She coughed heartbreakingly, as if she was about to vomit out her internal organs.

Song Yan came in, and his eyes suddenly saw a pool of blood on the ground, black and red permeating the vermilion wood ground, looking very dazzling.

"Hitomi." Song Yan's brows couldn't help frowning, and he hurriedly approached, wanting to help Jun Shitong.

Jun Shitong shook her hand and tilted her head to the side very untiredly. She was weak, and her body was weaker than before. Song Yan was really distressed, and he was full of infatuation in his chest.

"What are you going to do?" Jun Shitong glanced at Song Yan angrily.

"The emperor asked me to treat you." Song Yan's tone was gentle. He stood beside the bed and looked at Jun Shitong condescendingly.

Jun Shitong was only wearing a white undershirt at this time, and the silk brocade made her body even thinner. Song Yan was extremely distressed, and the sadness in his eyes became more and more intense.

"I'm not sick, you can get out." Jun Shitong refused, her expression full of repulsion.

"Hitomi." Song Yan sighed helplessly. "Your own body may not be clear? Do you have to play a child's temper with me today, and you don't even want your life, right? ”

Song Yan knew that Jun Shitong blamed him for hating him, but at the moment, it was two different things, and Jun Shitong's illness could not be delayed a little.

"Can't we put aside our personal grievances and get a good deal of it?" Song Yan saw Jun Shitong bowing his head and was silent, and continued to preach with her.

Jun Shitong's eyes were red, she closed her eyes gently, slowed down for a while, and held back her tears.

Feeling Song Yan holding her arms with both hands, and the warm touch soaked into Jun Shitong's skin through the soft silk, she hurriedly pushed Song Yan away, panicking as if she had encountered some terrible monster.

"Don't pretend to be pretty, you know best what the cause of my illness is." Jun Shitong's voice was cold, "You said you were coming to cure my illness, how can I trust you?" You have lied to me for more than ten years, how can I believe you? ”

Jun Shitong's voice became louder and louder, until finally, she turned to Song Yan, as if she was complaining.

Song Yan looked at Jun Shitong, this delicate face that had appeared in his dreams countless times, was facing him at this time, those eyes were cold, and the only temperature was hatred for him.

"Hahaha." Jun Shitong propped up the edge of the bed with both hands, and actually lowered her head and laughed. But the laughter was desolate and bitter, filling the whole palace.

Song Yan pretended to be calm, and Jun Shitong's words were a knife, which was stabbed into his heart.

What she said was not wrong, and Song Yan couldn't refute it.

"Qingluan, send off." Jun Shitong raised her head and shouted a stern order outside the door.

"Princess, it's good to do the send-off business."

Suddenly, a clear and proud young man's voice sounded.

Zhang Hengshu strode into the hall, and the brocade guards behind him lined up in two rows, facing Song Yan with a fierce momentum.

Qingluan came in cautiously, shrunk by the door and looked at Jun Shitong, the two looked at each other, Qingluan shook his head timidly, indicating that he didn't know the situation either.

"The minister's escort is late, which makes the princess frightened, is the minister waiting for it, and I ask the princess to forgive me."

Zhang Hengshu knelt down on one knee, clasped his hands into fists, and his voice was righteous and righteous. is clearly eighteen or nineteen years old, but his courage is more majestic than many men.

Song Yan pursed his lips tightly and looked at Zhang Hengshu and the soldiers behind him expressionlessly.

Looking at this situation, I am afraid that arresting him has been planned for a long time. Song Yan clenched his hands into fists, and secretly said negligence in his heart.

"Imperial Doctor Song, you sneaked into the palace and planned to assassinate you, but do you still have anything to say?" Zhang Hengshu got up and glared at Song Yan fiercely, as if he was really a heinous person.

Premeditated assassination? The charges that even Song Yan himself didn't know about were firmly buckled on his head like this. Zhang Hengshu had something to say, but Song Yan really wanted to say it.

They are ready to arrest people, what else can they say.

Song Yan was just a little sour in his heart, he turned his head to look at Jun Shitong, and the gaze in his eyes turned from infatuation to disappointment.

Jun Shitong's brows frowned slightly, Hui Zhilan's heart was like her, how could she not see that this was a bureau.

So she drove Song Yan away.

But now it seems that it is too late, and there is no escape.

"Did you do that?" Song Yan looked at Jun Shitong motionlessly. Ren is surroundings were full of people, and in his eyes, there was only Jun Shitong.

Jun Shitong held her breath, tears already rolling in her eyes.

"Are you happy?" Song Yan asked again, his tone was cold, and he couldn't hear any emotion.

There was instant silence in the temple.

Some Jinyi guards couldn't bear it and wanted to draw their swords, Zhang Hengshu glanced back and waved them back.

"Happy." I don't know how long it took for Jun Shitong to speak. She grinned at Song Yan, her extremely beautiful apricot eyes bent into crescent moons, and there seemed to be starlight twinkling in them in a trance.

The corners of Song Yan's mouth hooked slightly, and he nodded towards Jun Shitong. "It's good to be happy, it's good if you're happy."

After saying that, he turned around, and several brocade guards were quick and held Song Yan with both hands.

Under Jun Shitong's gaze, Song Yan walked out of the palace step by step.

Jun Shitong clutched the corner of the quilt with both hands, and her heart was almost torn apart.

"Disturb the princess's rest." Zhang Hengshu saluted Jun Shitong again, and followed out of Yongle Palace after speaking.

Soon, the Yongle Palace returned to its former calm, as if nothing had happened.

"Princess." Qingluan saw that Jun Shitong was sad, and wanted to step forward with a worried face.

"I want to rest, you can step down." Jun Shitong did not hesitate to give the order to evict the guest, her head rested on the bedside post, her face was cold, and even bloodless.

Qingluan stopped, hesitated for a long time and left.

With an inaudible sigh, the door squeaked shut.

Jun Shitong couldn't bear it anymore, and two lines of tears slid down her cheeks and dripped on the back of her hand.

The palace of nourishing the heart is full of lights, and the sound of firecrackers is very lively.

The young prince and the little princess were happily running around, the concubines gathered at a table to chat, laughing like silver bells, the emperor looked around, and nodded with satisfaction.

"It's been a long time since the palace has been so warm." The emperor smiled, and his tone was very pleased.

The queen turned her head sideways and happened to see wrinkles at the corners of the emperor's eyes. In a trance, I went back to twenty years ago, when the emperor was just a handsome young man.

He was the most unfavored prince of the previous dynasty of Daxing, but he ascended to the throne in one fell swoop and achieved great achievements.

There was laughter and laughter in front of him, and the emperor's eyebrows were kind, and this scene looked very peaceful and peaceful.

"Brother Yu, drink some more, this green plum is only brewed once in six years."

Zhang Lanxin has been entangled by Jun Ruyu's side since the beginning of the banquet. The wine bottle was empty, Zhang Lanxin was full of reputation for Junru, the pastries on the plate were gone, and Zhang Lanxin went to serve them in person.

She is so attentive, but she has never been shown in front of others. Jun Zhiyao looked at Zhang Lanxin gloomily, he snorted coldly, and then raised his head and drank the wine in the cup.

Zhang Lanxin mentioned the green plum, and Jun Ruyu suddenly remembered Song Yan. Song Yan loves to drink very much, if he can't drink the green plum that has been brewed in the past six years today, I'm afraid Song Yan will cry out for regret tomorrow.

"Brother Yu, what are you going to do?"

Jun Ruyu got up suddenly, Zhang Lan was surprised, and hurriedly raised her head and asked.

"Send wine." After that, Jun Ruyu picked up a jar of green plums, turned around and walked out of the Heart Cultivation Palace.

After turning the corner, Jun Ruyu's face suddenly became serious, and his pace quickened, rushing in the direction of Yongle Palace.

Jun Ruyu walked to the imperial garden, the evening breeze blew through his hair, and the moonlight reflected Jun Ruyu's handsome face, which was even more unique.

"Wait." Jun Zhiyao walked out from behind the rockery and stopped in front of Jun Ruyu.

He had been observing Jun Ruyu just now, and when he saw that Jun Ruyu was leaving, Jun Zhiyao retired in advance and took a shortcut, relying on the rockery and waiting for half a stick of incense.

Jun Ruyu stopped, and looked at Shang Jun Zhiyao with an expressionless face.

"Where are you going? Yongle Palace? Jun Zhiyao raised his eyebrows, looked Jun Ruyu up and down, and his eyes were full of mockery. If I remember correctly, you and Song Yan have already broken with Jun Shitong, she is terminally ill, you go to send wine to help her return to heaven as soon as possible? ”

"Hitomi is also your sister." Jun Ruyu's eyes were cold, as if he was going to push people into an ice cellar.

Jun Zhiyao spoke with a solid and harsh voice, and even Jun Ruyu couldn't stand it.

"Come on." Jun Zhiyao smiled disappreciatively. "Jun Ruyu, what kind of righteous gentleman are you pretending to be in front of me, Jun Shitong is sick like this, but the masterpiece of you and Song Yan, yes, I don't feel sorry for my sister, how good are you to Jun Shitong?"

Jun Zhiyao reasoned with the past incident, Jun Ruyu pursed his lips tightly, and in the face of Jun Zhiyao's sneering, he did not refute.

Jun Ruyu glanced at Jun Zhiyao coldly, and turned sideways to pass by him.

As a result, Jun Zhiyao's eyes were quick, and he moved half a step to the side together, blatantly blocking Jun Ruyu's way.

"Do you like Zhang Lanxin?" Jun Zhiyao was in a hurry, and finally asked the question he wanted to know the answer to the most.

Going around and around is still for Zhang Lanxin's matter, a sarcasm flashed in Jun Ruyu's eyes.

"So what? Isn't it? "Saying that, Jun Ruyu is close to Jun." You have liked Zhang Lanxin for ten years, but you have seen her look at you. ”

"Jun Ruyu!"