Energetic?

Lin Yunqi nodded silently, the third watch did not sleep in the middle of the night to learn martial arts, it was indeed too energetic, not like his eyes could not be opened, but it was a pity that the two of them were his guests, if they were left here to rest by themselves, it didn't seem to be a way of hospitality, so they had to sit on the deck silently and watch from afar.

A quarter of an hour later, the two not only did not stop, but switched to a swordsmanship competition, and the night shook the wine jug that was already empty, and seeing that the two still showed no signs of stopping, they threw the wine jug in one hand and the wine glass in the other.

The two entangled and fighting figures saw the foreign object flying and hurriedly separated and dodged, until the object fell to the ground, they saw that it was a wine jug and wine glass, and the two looked in the direction where the object flew from, only Lin Yunqi sat there alone and watched them.

Lin Yunqi saw that the two of them looked at him and just wanted to say that it was not me, but when he turned his head and saw that he didn't know where he had gone, he could only carry this big black pot aggrievedly and said: "It's late at night, Prince Chu Ci should go back and rest early, and we should also get back on the road."

Chu Ci stood on the shore and watched the boat gradually disappear into the thick fog, remembering what Yan Hong said was that it was time to settle accounts after the autumn, those people were becoming more and more lawless, and it was really unreasonable to dare to play this kind of trick of stinging and killing at a distance of a hundred zhang, he turned around and left the shore and sat on horseback and said sonorously: "Go back to the palace!"

Leaving the boundary of Shuiyun Country, Yan Ye and Yan Hong walked towards the Heavenly Wound City alone, leaving Lin Yunqi and his princess and his party to ride slowly and leisurely in the carriage, one of the princesses was physically inconvenient, and the other just attracted the attention of others.

Outside the city, Yan Ye and Yan Hong were separated again, one from the south gate and the other by the east gate, outside the city gate, the two of them coincidentally disguised themselves, Yan Ye wore coarse linen clothes and carried two bundles of hay on his shoulders, and his slender body was pressed to tremble slightly, and the city gate guards were afraid that they would be crushed by the hay at night, so they waved her into the city after a cursory look.

Like a plain-headed man who really relied on cutting grass and selling it to support his family, he took the grass to a small inn and sold it, and had a quarrel with them because of a penny, and finally left the inn and returned to the slum to the west to fetch water and cook and rest.

At nightfall, a young woman dressed as a palace maid came here, and from the image of the candle on the windowsill, the two seemed to be doing something good, and the low gasps of the two ended with a suppressed roar, and then the two whispered for a long time, and the young woman walked out of the rice with a ruddy face.

In the courtyard, the two reluctantly complained to each other, and it took nearly a quarter of an hour for the woman to leave and return to the palace before the palace gate closed, and the person who sold grass for a living continued the life of sunrise and sunset, just like the palace maid's routine holiday, no one doubted.

Except for the two parties, no one found that their identities had been successfully exchanged, and they were standing in the courtyard with a broom in their hands, carefully sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground, and there was a golden silk nanmu plaque hanging in the middle of the splendid palace behind them, with three golden characters on it: "Yangxin Palace".

At this time, the henchman of Lin Yulong, the emperor of Musang Kingdom, was also the chief manager of the inner house, Qian Sheng, and more than a dozen palace maids and eunuchs hurriedly walked over, and the chief Qian also turned sideways to explain something to the palace maids and eunuchs behind him.

Seeing that he had made a mistake, Qian Sheng hurriedly lowered his head and retreated to the side, shaking the rope, Qian Sheng stood up again with the support of the palace maids and eunuchs, patted his clothes in disgust, and suddenly snorted heavily and entered the hall, leaving him alone to continue sweeping the fallen leaves.

After a while, a eunuch who looked like a little steward came over: "Count yourself lucky, the money manager let you arrive overnight." ”

The night nodded hurriedly and stayed in this courtyard for the next day, and after nightfall, he looked at the golden silk nanmu plaque, and let the cool night breeze gently blow the hair in front of his forehead, and stood motionless.

Qian Sheng's voice came from the hall for a long time: "Seeing that you are doing well, let's enter the hall tonight and wait." ”

In addition to Mr. Qian, there was a middle-aged female official waiting for her in the inner room, and the two of them saw that Yin Ye was approaching and hurriedly saluted her: "I've seen the girl."

Lin Yulong, who was on the dragon couch, also woke up slightly when he heard the voice, and his doubts and the cold eyes of the dead night suddenly became excited, but the dead night stepped forward and clicked on his sleeping hole, and then carefully looked at his face as if he was seriously ill.

The thin face, the eyes are deep, the lips are slightly blue, the night is on the wrist of the thin right hand and the fingers are bent to take his pulse, the pulse is light and weak, a medicine stone is ineffective, gently break the pointed chin and the tongue is gray, and there is a strange fishy smell in the thick smell of medicine, like blood and poisonous gas.

Dead Night frowned lightly and glanced around, there was an incense burner in the shape of double dragons playing with pearls on the desk, and the light smoke was constantly rising from the inside out, and the palace was filled with a fragrant fragrance.

Mr. Qian looked at the night expectantly, three years ago, His Majesty was "seriously ill", and she rescued her, her medical skills can be said to be superb, if even she can't do it, then she can only resign herself to fate, but looking at her dignified face, it should just be a tricky problem; I have to say that this manager is very accurate in the world.

The middle-aged palace maid named Yeqi was appointed by the emperor to take care of Lin Yulong's diet and daily life, but she let her master become like this without knowing it, and she blamed herself in her heart, and wanted to apologize with death, but the money manager told her that her life and death must be decided by the master, and everything is up to her.

Suddenly, he picked up the cold medicine that Lin Yulong drank on the side and smelled it, lifted the lid of the incense burner and went inside, not only did the stove not go out, but a faint blue flame burst out, and the golden stove also turned into a strange blue color in a blink of an eye.

Manager Qian let out a surprised "ah", and hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover his mouth and nose for fear of disturbing the thoughts of the night, but the night was staring at the flames, and the eyes were also burning in the depths of the sky yesterday, if it weren't for the night looking at her coldly, she would now want to take a sword and rush to the hospital to chop up all those doctors one by one and feed them to the dogs.

"What's the smell in the palace?" Lin Yulong, who looked at the dragon collapse deeply, had helplessness in his eyes, and he was still not ruthless enough to kill that person.

"There is a century-old agarwood in the Jade Guifei Palace." Yeqi was very familiar with these spices, and she naturally knew what kind of fragrance was considered a strange fragrance.

Is it Wang Milling again? Three years ago, it was related to this person, when Lin Yulong said that Concubine Yu should not have too many mood swings when she was pregnant, so she punished her greatly.

After hearing this, he felt that he was too kind and stopped asking, but he didn't expect that this time the night tower asked for help because of that woman, and he didn't think that this person would also promote that to a concubine, is this a self-inflicted sin?

How can the ruler of a country be so soft? That's it, since you're here, let's do our best again, and it will depend on God's will in the future.