After wearing a book, the sickly tyrant only acts like a spoiled child in my arms

Chapter 15 Memories can swallow a person
Master Song Xing finished speaking, and handed Yan Yunxiao a prescription that had already been written.

"I've been researching it for several days. You should take this prescription first. It can calm your mind and adjust your breath. You should maintain adequate sleep and relax your mind."

After a pause, he continued, "These days when you returned to the imperial capital, your condition is much worse than when you were in the barracks. I will help you take care of King Qi. You must protect yourself in the palace."

"I don't want you to trouble me if something happens!"

After speaking, he turned his face awkwardly and continued to shake the three copper coins in the bamboo tube.

Yan Yunxiao took the list, glanced at it, and accepted it.He opened the small window on the side of his body a small slit, and looked into the street through the slit.

During the national mourning period, the market was cooler than usual, and soldiers and horses could be seen from a distance in uniform, patrolling the city with high spirits.

They are patrols in name, but in fact they are the best eyeliners for King Qi and the Queen Mother, but if there is any disturbance in the city, they can hardly hide it from their eyes and ears.

At the age of 12, Yan Yunxiao was sent to the border battlefield by the empress on the grounds that "the eldest son of the royal family can exercise his will on the battlefield". No matter how his mother and concubine cried, his father and emperor did not change his mind. five years.

For five full years, the emperor never issued an edict announcing his return to the palace.

It wasn't until he was seriously injured on the battlefield that his life was dying, and then there was an edict to take him back to the imperial capital to recuperate.

That year Yan Yunxiao was 17 years old, but the battles in the palace were no less than those on the battlefield. The flames of war here were far more vicious than the swords on the battlefield.

His father went out of the palace to pray, and the queen was left in the palace to preside over the overall situation. The queen asked a mage to do it for him on the grounds that he was seriously ill. Putting up the tent, a big fire broke out in his palace like this.

His mother and concubine were also in his palace, and the two were trapped in the fire, which soon became uncontrollable.

This was obviously the empress' game, and she had made a cruel decision to kill both mother and son!
But it must be that God couldn't see it anymore, the sky suddenly began to rain lightly, and seeing that the fire was slowly receding, the queen's people suddenly broke in, strangled all the servants in their palace, and finally threw them into the fire Here, forging the illusion of being burned to death.

This scene was caught by Yan Yunxiao's mother, so she hid Yan Yunxiao, who was injured and unable to move, in a remote servant's room, but she was caught by the queen's people, strangled by her throat with a ribbon and dragged all the way to the fire After struggling for breath, he was thrown into the fire.

Yan Yunxiao watched from behind the door, her mother and concubine were gesturing to tell him not to make a sound or to come out during the last moment of struggle.

His fingers were dug into the door frame abruptly, and he was bleeding from the wood, but he didn't even feel it.

It was the most helpless moment of his life.

He just felt that this imperial city was so strange. When he was a child, no matter how much the queen suppressed, bullied and tortured them, it was just doing small tricks behind the scenes. He didn't expect that the queen's desire to get rid of them was already so strong.

Because the father's health is getting worse year by year, the queen is anxious to pave the way for his son.

Later, the emperor returned to the palace in time, and the rain also extinguished the fire that covered up all the sins.

Yan Yunxiao was the only survivor in the fire. Everyone praised him for his fate, the heavenly family blessed him, and his blessings were profound.

But no one can experience the pain he endured.

Yan Yunxiao's body trembled uncontrollably, his hands had already been clenched into fists, and the rain and fire were playing back again and again in his mind. He tried his best to restrain himself, but the picture in his mind turned into Another fire.

Fragments of memories overlapped, and he had a splitting headache. He only felt two voices in his head, one was her mother and concubine, telling him not to come out, and the other was the queen, laughing that he couldn't even protect his closest relatives, saying that all of this was He caused it, he is guilty!
"what!"

Yan Yunxiao screamed almost collapsed, he was covering his head in a panic.

"Calm down! Brother Yan!"

Song Xingshi frowned, knowing that he might have thought of something bad, so he rushed forward and clasped his wrist to persuade him.

Yan Yunxiao's arm suddenly exerted force, and he threw Song Xingshi about a foot away. Finally, his fist landed on the small case, and the table fell apart on the spot, breaking into a pile of waste wood.

This violent explosion pulled Yan Yunxiao's thoughts back a little bit, he gasped for breath, closed his eyes and tried hard to adjust his restless thoughts.

Master Song stared up while clutching his sore butt, looked at Yan Yunxiao and sighed helplessly, then shook his head again.

For Yan Yunxiao, life in the imperial capital was indeed much more difficult than on the battlefield in northern Xinjiang. Here are all his painful memories.

He turned around and lit some elegant incense. This smell was very refreshing, similar to the smell on Yan Yunxiao's body. After a while, he regained his senses.

Song Xingshi pointed to the broken desk and said, "The best iron pear wood, lose money."

Yan Yunxiao frowned and rubbed his brain, and then glanced at Song Xingshi, who saw Song Xingshi's scalp numb with that low and depressed gaze, he quickly changed his words, "Forget it, pretend I didn't say it."

The atmosphere seemed relaxed, but Song Xingshi had already realized the seriousness of the problem. Yan Yunxiao had been oppressed by this painful memory for too long, and it was even more difficult to control his emotions.

He said sternly, "Brother Yan, don't think about the past anymore. The reason for your illness is more likely to be a knot in your heart. Don't worry, I will definitely find a cure. It's just that you have to be more active. It depends on the future. Don't dwell on the past."

The soldiers and horses on the street had already gone away, Yan Yunxiao closed the window, and responded with a low mood.

"Ah."

"Let's go, keep in touch."
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In the imperial palace, whether it was the former dynasty or the harem, the reputation of Su Jiu'er as the "Demon Concubine of Disaster" has spread.

Interested people even added more details about the "intercourse details" in which, what Concubine Su seduced the new emperor by unscrupulous means, she tried her best from time to time, and her behavior was unsightly.

Needless to say, it must be the rumor made by King Qi's envoys to put a black hat on Yan Yunxiao.

These people are white and black, as if they have seen it with their own eyes, and the Queen Mother believed it.

She rolled her bad eyes around, and she had a plan in her mind again, so she got up and went to Fuyang Palace.

Although Su Jiu'er was restraining her feet, at least she still held the title of Concubine, and no one dared to stop the Queen Mother if she wanted to see her.

As soon as the palace door was opened, Qingzhi was pushed out, Su Jiuer saluted decently, the face of the queen mother sank, she twitched at the corner of her mouth, "Su Shi, you are really useful!" Good method!"

Su Jiu'er's mind was spinning rapidly, and she went through the personality of the empress dowager in the original book.

(End of this chapter)