Two carriages stopped in front of the palace of Qinghe County.

Yan Hui, who was not wearing a mask, supported Yan Tong and got into the first carriage.

In a few moments, the carriage headed out of the city.

"Your Highness, why are you ......" Yan Tong glanced at the mask on the low table in the corner, and the passers-by were talking about it, all of which were in his ears, which made him so angry that he almost wanted to use his hands and kill those who chewed the root of his tongue indiscriminately!

Yan Huo said lightly: "If not, how can they believe that this king is seriously ill, and he can't bear to look like a door-to-door visit, but in fact it is a disturbance from the people who cling to his sister, and he must go to Beizhuang on the outskirts of Beijing to recuperate." ”

Yunshui Bizhuang on the outskirts of Beijing is one of the dowries of Yan Hui's biological mother, the county lord of Qinghe, and it is also the favorite manor of the county lord of Qinghe. Since the death of the county lord of Qinghe, the Yan family sisters and brothers have never set foot in this sad place.

Now, Yan Huo can only "escape" here, and countless passers-by have witnessed his illness, which is enough to make the palace a little relieved.

"Old slave Yan Fu, welcome the little master."

"Uncle Fu, please get up. I haven't seen him for many years, is Uncle Fu okay? Yan Fu is the domestic slave of the lord of Qinghe, loyal and loyal, and has to be given the surname "Yan". After the lord of Qinghe County died of illness, he invited himself to Yunshui Bezhuang to guard the most beloved manor for the owner.

Yan Fu is old, and his body is quite strong. He smiled and said, "The old slave is all right, Young Master Xie is worried." Little master, go in and rest...... Eh, she'......"

Seeing Xun Yu walking to Yan Huo's side, he frowned, and resentment crossed his eyes. Seeing that Yan Tong shook his head slightly, Yan Fu didn't ask much, and turned sideways to lead Yan Huo and his party in.

Yunshui Beizhuang is surrounded by mountains and rivers, the scenery is elegant, a grass and a tree are trimmed elegantly, a brick and a tile are clean, and it can be seen at a glance that Yan Fu has never been negligent and negligent, and takes care of it carefully every day.

After being settled, Xun Yu said, "How long can you stay here?" ”

Yan Hui sat on the soft pedal, with twists and turns for days, and the injury had not healed, the flesh-red face due to the burns was covered with a layer of gray, and the broken lips were pale. Even if he left Beijing under the pretext of illness, it is not all an excuse.

"Three months at most." The end of January was Chinese New Year's Eve, and he had to return to Beijing to attend the New Year's banquet.

Xun Yu thought for a moment, "That's enough." Is everything ready? ”

"Deliver it by midnight tomorrow at the latest. As for the rest, Miss Lao Xun has to preside over the arrangement. ”

***

Yan Hui sent Yan Tong to her, Xun Yu picked a more remote and mountain-backed Xifeng Garden, and after giving some instructions, he threw away his hand and let him fix it.

Within two days, the washing of the wind garden was completed. All the rockeries were removed, and two large pits two feet deep were dug in the courtyard, and large vats of suitable size were tightly glued to the pits with wet mud.

Seeing that his hard work was trampled on, Yan Fu was so distressed that he had no cultivation, and he failed to stop him, so he went to Yan Hui several times to sue and wipe his tears. However, Yan Hui was perfunctory again and again, so angry that Yan Fu didn't give them a good look for many days.

The kitchen has nearly doubled in size, and the smell of medicine is strong.

Xun Yuyin got up at three o'clock to prepare, and did not prepare the medicinal food until the hour.

Yan Hui will get up, his long hair uncombed, and walk to the table in his robe. He looked at the dark, slimy, and strange-tasting medicinal food, and his brows squeezed into a Sichuan character. Under Xun Yu's urging several times, the strong man quickly devoured it like a broken wrist.

"How does it feel?"

Yan Hui stared at her strangely for a moment, picked up the remaining bit of medicinal food, stuffed it into her mouth, and asked maliciously, "How do you feel?" ”

Xun Yu instantly felt sick to his stomach, and immediately rinsed his mouth to relieve a little. She hesitated for a moment, clumsily defending herself. "Although it doesn't taste as good as the medicinal diet made by the little junior sister, it is much better than last time."

Last time?

Little junior sister?

Yan Hui narrowed her eyes slightly, remembering that the last time she asked who she was, she only replied with her own name. I wanted to explore the doubts in my heart again, but I was interrupted by Xun Yu.

"The recuperation time is 20 days. During the period, except for the white water, the rest of the food and tea and wine should not be touched. Men and women are to be forbidden. ”