"Lord Wang, I didn't find it."

"Lord Wang, there is no front yard or backyard."

"Lord Wang, I have checked it all, but I have not found the Seventh Highness."

The forbidden army searched the Yandu Mansion to the bottom, and after half an hour, Nangong Shuo heard all the words no, and his face became more and more ugly.

"How is that possible! Searched carefully? Nangong Shuo grabbed the clothes of the leader of the forbidden army and gritted his teeth.

"It's all checked, His Royal Highness the Seventh is not in the Yan Governor's Mansion." The leader of the forbidden army frowned and replied.

Nangong Shuoqing's muscles burst out, turned his head and glared at An Wanqing and the others fiercely, snorted coldly, shook off his robe suddenly, turned around and walked outside the house, gritted his teeth and said, "Withdraw!" ”

"Yes." The leader of the forbidden army received the order, hurriedly reorganized the team, and quickly withdrew from the Yandu Mansion.

Looking at the figures of the forbidden soldiers leaving in a hurry, An Wanqing was stunned for a while.

The housekeeper hurriedly ordered someone to clean up, frowned and sighed: "The master loves to be clean, if the master sees it, I'm afraid it will be troublesome." ”

An Wanqing came back to her senses, lowered her head and took a deep breath, worried in her heart, and said to herself: "According to the time, it is time to go to Xushan in Guanbei......

…

Although Xue Guifei's funeral was grand, it was not as big as everyone imagined, and the funeral lasted for three days and ended early, probably Emperor Jing'an did not want to use a large amount of materials from the treasury.

As for Wang Zhan's funeral, there is no follow-up, after all, he is just a minion.

Emperor Jing'an may have been hit too hard, and he was bored in the dormitory all day long and didn't want to see anyone, even Xue Guifei's funeral, he didn't show up, I was afraid that he didn't want to accept it, and he didn't want to believe the fact that his beloved concubine left him.

The imperial doctor said that His Majesty's liver qi was stagnant and needed to be calmed down, and the courtiers did not dare to disturb it, and only hoped that His Majesty could let go of his obsession as soon as possible and stop the court.

Yan Qingyu is not in the capital, An Wanqing is bored, and she only hopes that time will pass faster every day.

On this day, she was restless, she wanted to go out of the house to the temple to pray for blessings, who would have thought, just out of the mansion, she saw a white horse carrying a figure galloping towards the Yan Governor's Mansion, seeing the person on the horse, An Wanqing's phoenix eyes widened, and her heart was excited, "The Lord ...... Overseer"

However, when the person on the horse slowly approached, the joy on An Wanqing's face gradually faded, and the whole person was stunned in place, "Overseer? ”

The white horse seemed to have experienced several days of turbulence overnight, drooping his head and tired, as if he was unwilling to carry his master on his back any longer, and wanted to throw him off.

Yan Qingyu bowed down, almost lying on the horse's back, covered in blood, and his body was shaky, as if as long as his hand loosened the horse rope, he could fall from the horse's back.

Where had An Wanqing seen such a look of Lord Yan, he seemed to have just crawled out of the sea of blood, came back to his senses, and hurriedly ran towards him, immediately bursting into tears, "Lord Overseer, what happened?" ”

Seeing the person in front of her, Yan Qingyu's tired pupils flashed, smiled at her, and as soon as she loosened the horse rope with her hand, she fell from the horse's back at once.

An Wanqing threw herself beside him, hugged his body, tears were like beads of broken threads, and whimpered: "Aren't you going to exterminate the thieves?" What's going on? ”

Yan Qingyu stretched out her weak hand and slowly touched her cheek, the corners of her mouth hooked into a smile, her face was pale and colorless, "Don't cry, Ben Du said it, it will definitely ...... ...... coming back"

The voice was weak, and as soon as the eyes were closed, he fainted.

"Overseer? Don't scare me, Governor. An Wanqing panicked, hugged his body and cried into tears.

"Overseer?" The doorman guarding in front of the Yandu Mansion was startled when he saw the scene not far away, and hurriedly ordered someone to carry Yan Qingyu back to the Yandu Mansion, and sent someone to inform the Tai Hospital.

Yan Qingyu lost too much blood, and was too tired, and the high fever gradually faded after falling asleep for three days and three nights, and the ginseng antler velvet was hanging, and her face slowly returned to blood.

During this period, the palace sent people to come several times, and seeing that he had been in a coma, the new chief eunuch who came to visit did not stay long, and hurriedly returned to the palace to report his condition.

"Rest assured, the overseer's high fever has faded, and there is no major problem now, but the overseer is overtired and seriously injured, and needs to be well recuperated." The first road of the Tai Hospital.

"There's Dr. Lao." An Wanqing saluted him slightly.

The imperial physician prescribed a few more pairs of medicines and left the Yandu Mansion.

Seeing the bloodless face lying on the bed, An Wanqing couldn't help but reddened her eyes and touched his cheeks distressedly.

"Ahem...... Yan Qingyu coughed lightly, moving her chapped and pale lips slightly, "Water ...... Water ......"

Seeing him speak, An Wanqing was excited, and immediately burst into tears, "Overseer? ”

"Water ......" Yan Qingyu moved her lips.

An Wanqing came back to her senses and hurriedly went to pour water for him.

Yan Qingyu slowly opened his hazy eyes, probably too thirsty, even though he lay on the bed for three days and three nights An Wanqing poured him medicine and ginseng soup inch by inch, he was still thirsty and uncomfortable, and after drinking a few glasses of water in a row, he slowly gained a trace of strength.

"Overseer, you've finally woken up, I'm so scared of ......" An Wanqing looked at him with tears in her eyes and couldn't help crying.

Yan Qingyu turned her head, looked at her with affection, reached out to touch her cheek, helped her gently wipe her tears, and said softly: "Silly girl, Ben Du is fine, why are you crying again?" ”

"What's going on? Why did the Overseer get hurt like this? And, what about the others? An Wanqing looked at him intently, a series of doubts.

"They're all dead." Yan Qingyu opened his mouth slightly.

"Dead?" An Wanqing's face was shocked, and her eyes widened, "How did you die?" ”

"Ben Du killed." Yan Qingyu was expressionless and spoke.

An Wanqing's pupils dilated, she was stunned, she looked at him dumbfounded, her heart couldn't help but jump up, she suddenly understood something, and shook her head in disbelief, "For...... Why? ”

Yan Qingyu shook her head slightly.

An Wanqing covered her pounding heart, and her heart reached her throat, "Impossible, Your Majesty...... He ......"

The corners of Yan Qingyu's mouth hooked up a sad smile, her eyes turned red inexplicably, and she looked at the bed tent, a little distracted.

An Wanqing looked at him dumbfounded, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously, "Your Majesty, he...... Unexpectedly...... He wants the commanding ...... of the Lord."

Guanbei suppressed the bandits, 500 elite soldiers, just to supervise the lord's life.

The five hundred elite soldiers who were ordered to kill were actually the overseers?

Along the way, the Governor sensed that something was wrong. On the night of the fifteenth, the night was good, and they suppressed the governor on the outskirts of Xushan. Little did they know that they died, but Bendok lived. That night, Ben Governor was really tired, so tired......"

Yan Qingyu was probably too tired, and closed her starry eyes again.

An Wanqing looked at him, her nose was sour, she knew that he was not only physically tired, but also mentally tired.

I can't imagine, let alone imagine, what he experienced that night, and how he fought his way out of the encirclement of hell.

He was alone, and killed 500 elite soldiers overnight, if the perseverance was weaker, the physical strength was weaker, the martial arts were weaker, and the obsession was weaker, he would ......

An Wanqing didn't dare to think about it, and reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes.

She also couldn't figure it out, not only him, but she also couldn't understand why Emperor Jing'an wanted to kill Yan Qingyu?

And although he escaped this time, how should he face it next?

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