"Your Highness, you're back." When the twilight was deep, Zhang Yueheng was a little nervous and cramped in front of Yin Chenglian.

Yin Chenglian looked at Zhang Yueheng's expression, and immediately noticed that something was wrong, and hurriedly asked, "What about Bai?" Where's White? What happened to him? ”

Zhang Yueheng twisted his brows, and hesitated for a long time: "Your Highness, as soon as you leave, the thirteenth prince will ......."

"What's wrong with him?" Yin Chenglian was so anxious that he jumped to his feet, jumped past Zhang Yueheng with a big stride, and rushed to the room where the painting thirteen was worried.

"White!" Yin Chenglian suddenly pushed the door in, and found that the vain and weak Painting Thirteen was being helped by Chang Ling to sit up slowly. Yin Chenglian suddenly burst out of his voice: "Bai, your poison has attacked, isn't it?" What about Jingmo? Where is Jingmo? ”

Chang Ling took out a dark brown medicine bottle from his bosom and explained, "After the Jing Yakushi left this, he hurriedly disappeared where he went. Thirteen Shao also just woke up after taking this. ”

Yin Chenglian took the medicine bottle, looked at it carefully, opened the cork, leaned under his nose and sniffed it gently, shrugged his eyebrows and said, "It's so fishy." This is... Is this blood? ”

Yin Chenglian's palms trembled, and he almost dropped the medicine bottle to the ground, but fortunately, Chang Ling'er caught it quickly. Yin Chenglian looked at the gloomy expression of Painting Thirteen with a somewhat stunned expression, and asked in a daze, "How can this be?" ”

Painting Thirteen took out a square wooden box from the pillow, opened the lid faintly, and muttered to himself: "It turns out that it was her in the morning, and it has always been her." ”

Yin Chenglian leaned over to look at what Hua Thirteen was holding in his arms, and there was a blank mask lying in the box. Yin Chenglian remembered that he liked this kind of thing the most when he painted Thirteen, so he pouted and asked, "This, what's wrong?" What's wrong? ”

Painting Thirteen shook his head with a pale face but suddenly smiled: "It's nothing. Her luggage is all there, and she won't leave. Your Royal Highness, what happened to the emperor when you entered the palace this time? ”

Yin Chenglian gave the thirteen things about how he ventured and how the emperor taught him in a serious way. Hua Thirteen couldn't help frowning, and became puzzled: "What does His Royal Highness mean that the emperor intends to appoint King Xuan as the 'General of Zhenguo' to go to the border, but refuses to reactivate General Zhang?" Unwilling to let His Highness meddle in this matter? ”

Yin Chenglian retold the emperor's theory of the importance of going south and going north, and his eyes deepened, and he nodded slowly thoughtfully.

"However, it's not like my father didn't send me something to do." Yin Chenglian's eyes lit up a little light, "He, where the meteorite fell in the suburbs this time, there are several villages, and according to Ying Chengzhao's report, several people were hit and injured by mistake." What my father meant was that I could go over and have a look. Moreover, there are still three days to go until Chinese New Year's Eve, and the meteorite will be transported into the palace by Ying Chengzhao on New Year's Eve to show auspiciousness. ”

"That's good." The center of Hua Thirteen's eyebrows did not stretch in the slightest, but gasped faintly. After a while, he came back to his senses and suddenly asked, "The meteorite matter is also in charge of Ying Chengzhao?" ”

Yin Chenglian nodded: "I know what you're worried about." Since I returned to Beijing, I have also sent Suzaku and Zhang Laogui to inquire about the news of the long plane, but I found nothing, and his whole person seemed to have suddenly disappeared out of thin air. ”

Hua Thirteen's brows deepened: "When are you going to go?" ”

"I'll leave in the afternoon, Tianyu's father will always review the recital this afternoon, and the historian doesn't have to stand around." The joy in Yin Chenglian's eyebrows was a little hidden, "Father, Tianyu might as well follow me to record the prince's words and deeds." ”

"Hmm." Painting Thirteen nodded gloomily, his eyes were dark and uncertain, and it was difficult to dispel every inch of worry, "Remember to bring Changling, Vermilion Bird and General Zhang." This is different from the past, both openly and secretly, we must be extra vigilant. ”

Yin Chenglian looked at the sick body of Hua Thirteen, and his eyebrows gradually wrinkled: "But what about you, what should you do?" ”

"Thirteen has me to take care of, you can rest assured." A gentle voice came from outside the door, Jingmo walked in quietly, and his eyes fell on Hua Thirteen from a distance, "Thirteen, how do you feel?" ”

"A hundred wastes are waiting to be revived, and they are not triggered." Painting Thirteen watched Jingmo finally come back, his heart settled down inexplicably, and met Jingmo's eyes with a smile on his face, and asked, "Where have you been?" ”

Seeing that the thirteenth painting could still be tricky, Jingmo couldn't help but shake his head and laugh dumbly. Putting down a bag of things, he replied, "I went out for a walk, went to the pharmacy and grabbed some medicine and came back." ”

"There is Lao Jing pharmacist to check the pulse." Hua Thirteen's gaze became extremely attached, reluctant to take away from Jingmo, and glanced at Yin Chenglian and Changling again, "There are no dry people, please retreat, okay?" ”

"Hey, you're really!" Yin Chenglian saw that Hua Thirteen looked at Jingmo with a tender expression, and couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body, pulled Chang Ling up, and smiled at Hua Thirteen and rolled his eyes a few times, "Huh." Come on, we're saying goodbye to no one else, and please take care of yourself! ”

The door was slowly closed with a "clang", and only two people were left in the room, Hua Thirteen and Jingmo.

"You look weird as soon as I walk in." Jingmo slowly grabbed Hua Thirteen's wrist and gently put his fingers on to check the pulse, "The pulse is as weak as before, and it doesn't seem to be scared by that thing." ”

Painting Thirteen followed Jingmo's gaze and fell on the white mask in his hand, he looked at her obviously knowing but not careless, he couldn't help but smile softly, straightened up weakly, and grabbed Jingmo's shoulder, Jingmo was taken aback, his eyes widened and he frowned: "Hey." What are you doing? Are you really sick and confused? ”

"Yes, I'm terminally ill and sick to the bone marrow." Hua Thirteen didn't let go, but used all his sick strength to hug the woman in his arms deeply, "If I hadn't been sick like that at that time, I wouldn't have met you." I didn't expect you to be alive and reappear in my life. ”

Painting Thirteen slowly let go of Jingmo, held her smooth cheeks as jade infinitely gently, and said softly: "No wonder, when I first saw you, I was like a light city and a horse, and I seemed to be happy with each other." ”

Jingmo lowered his eyes, his cheeks burned crimson for no reason, and he lowered his head deeply, like a kapok that has absorbed the sunshine and rain in May, infinitely shy. Hua Thirteen suppressed the smell of blood surging in his chest, and couldn't help but kiss her cold and soft lips.