She was completely relieved of him.

He suddenly felt that there was nothing to love in life, and it was better to die.

Yun Yao checked the first channel: "Is it diarrhea?" ”

Yan Zexi: "......"

"Do you still want to pull?"

Yan Zexi: "......"

"How thin? Describe it. ”

Yan Zexi: "......"

Can he die of grief?

Yun Yao picked up a pen and paper, brushed and wrote the recipe, and glanced at him: "Talk back." ”

Yan Zexi: "......"

How could he describe the filth to her?

For the first time in a long time, he didn't want to see her.

Yun Yao was speechless, poked the root of her hair with a brush, thought about it, added two more medicines, and then got out of the carriage and ran to the imperial doctor to check it, and then she was determined to have a bad stomach - that is, she had a bad stomach, acute gastroenteritis or something.

The West Ancestral Temple was full of refugees, Yan Zexi didn't know what to smoke crazy, and dined with those people, the usually noble prince probably wanted to experience a handful of folk suffering, and sure enough, he felt a handful of suffering, and his stomach was out of shape, and the imperial doctor also suffered, and he fainted directly, of course, he couldn't diagnose the disease.

Yun Yao asked people to grab the medicine, and instructed the precautions for eating, and finally asked them to serve them to eat some porridge before the toss was completed, and when they came back, the fox was gone.

Yun Yao couldn't help but look at the coachman and said, "What about King Jin?" ”

"Back to the Marquis, the prince said to go and relax."

Yun Yao: "...... Where to relax? ”

"...... of the West Ancestral Temple"

“……”

The coachman glanced at Yun Yao cautiously and said, "If the Marquis goes to the West Ancestral Temple......

"Don't go, Ben Hou is tired, I need to sleep for a while, and no one is allowed to disturb me."

The coachman was in a cold sweat: "Yes." ”

The fox's mood today: heavy rain.

****

On the 18th day of April in the second year of Qinghe, everyone finally arrived at the capital of Dayi, and the empress led hundreds of civil and military officials to greet them in Chaoyangmen.

Yun Yao looked at the magnificent imperial city of Dayi, the sky and the earth were high, and the geese flew by in flocks, and she suddenly felt that everything in the past was like a dream.

Hua Yueran put a cloak on her and said slowly, "Let's go." ”

Yun Yao nodded and walked forward side by side with him.

The long bluestone road was like a life journey that could be seen, Yun Yao moved forward step by step, and the woman was getting closer and closer.

When we said goodbye and met again, things were not people, and now they are not what they used to be.

She is the lord of the world above ten thousand people, and she is no longer the princess who jokes and laughs with her, how many people's blood has she stepped on when she has come to this point? And how many souls are carrying?

Yun Yao felt at a loss for the future for a moment, where should she go next? Where is her final destination?

She couldn't help but grasp Hua Yueran's hand, she is a small duckweed floating in the river of human growth, if there is nowhere to go, there is nowhere to go, but grab that hand, it seems to have a point of safety.

"Sister Yao!"

Qingwan stepped forward and suddenly called out.

Her feelings for her are so complicated, on the one hand, there is a deepening friendship, on the other hand, there is a deep trench with no end in sight, the hurdle between them, only he can fill, but he never disdains it.

Yun Yao knelt on the ground and saluted: "The minister greets Your Majesty, long live Your Majesty, long live Long live." ”

Qingwan was a little stiff, and her face seemed to be pumped by something, and it was hot and painful.

"Sister Yao doesn't have to be rigid about the big gift, get up quickly."

Qingwan's eyes were slightly red, but she smiled and said, "I prepared a banquet in the palace, and I specially took care of Sister Yao and Lord Jin. ”）