For a time, the situation in Yandu was very grim, and there were portraits of Situ Nanyun everywhere. The crowd was talking, there was a commotion of excitement everywhere, such a large reward, if you get this money, you will not have to worry about eating and drinking for the rest of your life. Money can make ghosts grind, so the streets and alleys are full of people holding a portrait of Situ Nanyun in their hands, and a pair of eyes are staring around.

"Yun'er, Yan Yujun is searching us all over the city, let's avoid the limelight for the time being, don't rush to act yet." Qingying said to Situ Nanyun.

"I think they're just bluffing, how can they arrest me with a few portraits? I'm leaving, they can't stop me, and, while their attention is in the city of Yandu, we can just take it by surprise and go into the palace to save people. Situ Nanyun said calmly.

"Yun'er, it's better to be careful, even if you are disguised, there are many demons among the demons who can smell the martial arts cultivation and disguise techniques." Qingying reminded.

Situ Nanyun thought for a while, and then said: "Qingying, if they don't find me, they won't give up, they will show up sooner or later, it's better to take advantage of the opportunity when they have no time to take care of the palace, and take the opportunity to save people by surprise, our chances of winning will be greater." ”

"Okay, then listen to you, we'll save people early tomorrow morning." Qingying also felt that she was right, so she no longer looked ahead.

The night was silent, the cold wind was howling, and the cold air of deep winter permeated every corner of the night, and at this time, through the not-so-thick walls of the Meditation Palace, it was spreading to the room without charcoal fire for heating.

"Ahem...... Cough...... Ahem......" There was a series of coughing sounds in the room.

"Brother Starling, how are you?" An eleven or twelve-year-old boy stretched out a pair of small hands that were red from the cold, and stroked the forehead of a young man lying on the bed very worriedly, "I have a fever again, what should I do?" ”

"Lin'er, Brother Starling, I'm fine, it's just because it's cold and the old illness has come again." After Yan Yuqing, the eighth prince, breathed a sigh of relief, he comforted softly.

"Then I'll call you a doctor and ask them to prescribe medicine for you." Yan Yulin's clear eyes looked at him solemnly.

"It's so late, where to find the imperial doctor, besides, there are people guarding outside, and we can't get out." A wry smile appeared on Yan Yuqing's face.

"Also, those people outside are so fierce, they give us cold food, and they still stare at us, and they won't let us out." Yan Yulin's expression was gloomy and worried.

"Lin'er, don't pay attention to them, they bully you, and the starling brother protects you." Yan Yuqing looked at him dotingly and comforted.

"Well, Eighth Brother, so you have to get better quickly so that you can have the strength to protect Lin'er." Yan Yulin is serious and authentic.

"Okay, the eighth brother will get better soon, it's cold outside, Lin'er hurry up and go to bed." Yan Yuqing coaxed him.

"No, I'm going to sleep with Starling, it's too cold for me to sleep alone." Yan Yulin glanced back at the dark room next door and shook his head.

"No, I'll wake you up with a cough, good Lin'er, obedient." Yan Yuqing stroked his head, his expression a little serious.

"That'...... Oh well, I'm going to sleep. Yan Yulin pursed his lips, still a little reluctant on his little face.

"Hmm." Yan Yuqing nodded.

As soon as Yan Yulin left, Yan Yuqing spit out a mouthful of blood, his body has become weaker and weaker in the past few days, and he coughed even more at night, and he began to vomit blood last night.

He was born frail and sickly, and his mother died not long after he was born, if he hadn't been born in the palace, with the best nurse to feed him, and the best herbs hanging on to his life, he would have died long ago.

And in the past two months, he has been under house arrest in the Meditation Palace, starving, eating leftovers and cold rice, not to mention those daily nourishing medicinal materials, his body and bones are already weak, how can he withstand such a toss? Day by day, he contracted the wind and cold, and his cough did not improve for a month, which made his already weak body worse.

He didn't dare to alarm Yan Yuscales, he coughed in the quilt, and in the end he was weak in the whole province, only to feel that even breathing seemed to be laborious, and later, a feeling of extreme tiredness hit, and he gradually closed his eyes.

I don't know how long it took, a stockless cry reached his ears, and he opened his tired eyes.

Before dawn, the slight candle flame shone on Yan Yulin's red and swollen eyes, his face was wet with tears, and it took him a long time to make a thin sound, "What's the matter, Lin'er?" ”

"Brother Starling, in the middle of the night, I was so hungry and panicked, I got up to look at you, and found that your face was pale, and I didn't respond to a few calls to you, I touched your hand and found that it was as cold as ice, I was so scared, I was afraid that I would never see you again." Finding him awake, Yan Yulin choked up and said with excitement.

"Lin'er, don't cry, Eighth Brother...... Didn't you wake up? Seeing him like this, Yan Yuqing's heart ached, his sick body couldn't drag on for a few days, he was leaving, what should Yan Yulin do?

A wave of sadness welled up in his heart.

"Ahem...... Cough...... Ahem......"

Seeing that he coughed suddenly, Yan Yulin immediately ran to get water.

"I'll cover it, and the water won't be so icy." Yan Yulin rubbed back and forth vigorously with his little hands that were red from the cold, and covered the cup when he was hot.

Yan Yuqing looked at his actions, and was very moved in his heart, but then there was a burst of sadness, when will such a difficult day end?

But in the end, according to Yan Yujun's ruthless temperament, he will not let them go, and when it ends, he will die, and he will be a hundred......

Seeing that he was distracted, Yan Yulin held the cup vigorously and asked with concern, "Eighth brother, what are you thinking?" ”

Yan Yuqing tugged at the corners of his mouth, and finally squeezed out a smile, "It's nothing, I wonder when our days like this will end." ”

"Well, I want to end it early, I really want to see my father." Yan Yulin, who had nothing to do, was a little disappointed in his eyes at the moment, but he immediately burst into joy again, "Eighth brother, did you say that someone would come to save us." ”

"Yes, someone will come to our rescue." Yan Yuqing gave a positive answer.

Yan Yulin is still just a child, he was too well protected by his father in the past, he didn't know the fierce power struggle in the palace, he didn't understand the horror of people's hearts, and he didn't know what the impending death was, but the child's nature was as good as the child's nature, and he always had hope for the future, at least, at the moment, he was still stable and didn't have so many troubles.

Yan Yuqing sighed, with an indescribable bitterness in his heart.

The sky was slightly bright, Situ Nanyun got up, and a layer of fine white snow was sprinkled on the ground outside, not thick, it seemed that it was dawn, at this time, there were still dots of snow floating in the sky, dancing around with the strong wind, piercing people's faces, and there was a slight tingling sensation.

She used her Qingyun footwork to go straight to the northwest corner gate of the palace, at this time, it was the time for the guards to take over, the generally tired guards were replaced, and another group of people who were still rubbing their hazy sleepy eyes went to work.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Situ Nanyun quickly swept past the gate of the palace and went straight to the meditation residence.

Meditation is no different from the cold palace, it is the place where the royal family members who have made mistakes are claustrophobic punishment, Emperor Shengde except for the eldest prince and the second prince Feng Wang built a separate mansion, the rest of the adult princes lived in the palace, after Yan Yujun launched a palace coup, he put the four princes, the six princes, the eight princes, the eleventh prince, and the twelve princes under house arrest here.

Performing Qingyun footwork all the way, Situ Nanyun soon arrived at the meditation house.

An old, but still sturdy wooden door opened, and a cold wind poured in. Yan Yuqing, who was lying on the bed and dying, was coughed by the cold wind.

Yan Yulin hurriedly jumped out of bed, and was about to close the door, when he saw a person in a hurry, he was immediately stunned, and his finger pointed at a loss in midair, "You...... You are....... ”

Seeing his stupid appearance, Situ Nanyun smiled, "Your Highness Twelve, why haven't you forgotten who I am for more than half a year?" ”

"No...... No, you're Sister Yun'er, how can you ...... Why am I here, am I hallucinating? Yan Yulin shook his head again and scratched his head again.

"That's right, if it's fake, it's Sister Yun'er herself, I'm here to save you." Situ Nanyun got straight to the point and said what he meant, and as he spoke, he put down the somewhat heavy burden on his shoulders.

Yan Yulin was about to cheer, but Situ Nanyun immediately covered his mouth, "Whisper, let's go in and talk." ”

"Lin'er, who is this?" Yan Yuqing looked at Situ Nanyun who came in with some vigilance, and his voice was fluctuating and weak.

Without waiting for Yan Yulin's introduction, Situ Nanyun took the initiative to walk towards the person on the bed, met Yan Yuqing's looking eyes, and said, "I am Situ Nanyun, my father Situ Han, you are the Eighth Highness, right?" I heard Lin Yuelan mention you, I took the liberty to break into His Highness here today to save you out, if you are offended, please forgive me. ”

Although Yan Yuqing had some doubts on his face, he looked at Yan Yulin as if he completely believed in Situ Nanyun, and his voice was a little energetic, "It was rumored...... Miss Situ, who has both beauty and talent, has admired her for a long time......"

"It's just that you took the risk to save us......" he continued hesitantly.

"I'll explain the reason in detail later, and I've made full preparations this time." Situ Nanyun looked at him steadily.

"Ahem...... Cough...... Ahem......"

"Eighth Highness, you are very sick, so don't speak." Situ Nanyun stretched out his hand and checked his pulse, and the expression on his face gradually became solemn, "Hey, Eighth Highness, I'm afraid this 'disease' has been going on for many years, right?" Whether the body is weak and cold, he has been relying on hot tonic medicine to nourish his body. ”

A look of surprise flashed on Yan Yuqing's face, and he nodded, "This is from ...... The disease brought out of the womb...... There is no cure, so we have to use ...... Herbs hang on my life. ”

Situ Nanyun nodded with a deep sigh, it is rumored that the illness of His Royal Highness Eighth is exactly like this, but, but when she checked her pulse just now, she noticed a trace of abnormality, he is not exactly like a deficiency of cold, but more like a cold poison, the disease of deficiency and cold, can be cured, and cold poison, if only hot tonics are used, it can only be temporarily controlled, but cannot be cured, but because of the age, the cold poison invades the five internal organs and dies early.

"Fortunately, I have prepared in advance, this is the Golden Saint Pill for the treatment of the disease of deficiency and cold." Situ Nanyun took out a small brown porcelain bottle from the placket of his clothes and handed him the pill, "Three times a day, three each time, you will feel much more comfortable after taking it." ”