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

Chapter 83 Found to tamper with the prescription

Su Jiuer tentatively said, "I know Xiaoxiao is the best, so I will definitely tell me."

Yan Yunxiao blushed, turned his back, and stopped talking.

But he hid under his sleeve and laughed foolishly.

The laughing shoulders trembled, and he thought he was hiding it well.

Su Jiu'er thought to herself, children are really innocent.

This should be the most sincere and lovely feeling of Yan Yunxiao's childhood.

But in the process of growing up, such sincere emotions were obliterated by the cruel reality, and finally a little bit was left, which was hidden deep in Yan Yunxiao's heart.

As a result, the grown-up Yan Yunxiao became indifferent and ruthless, but at a certain moment, such sincere emotions would still erupt in the middle of the night, and finally turned into a childish personality.

After lunch, both of them leaned on the rocking chairs and took a nap for a while.

When Yan Yunxiao woke up again, the sky had already turned yellow.

The setting sun was slanting, and the ambiguous light and shadow hit Su Jiu'er's face, making the shadow of her eyelashes very long.

He stared at this comfortable picture for a while, but his mind was dark and empty.

When he touched the thread of memory, the picture in his mind changed. Su Jiu'er was standing on the wall of the imperial capital, her gauze skirt fluttering, begging him firmly for mercy, begging him to let go of the child who abused him.

When he thought of this, his brain started to ache again, and the picture turned backwards, he was pinching Su Jiuer, he was pulling Su Jiuer's hair to make her watch the executioner beheading him, he saw corpses piled up in mountains, he saw people on the street Blood flowed like a river.

No matter how turbulent, cruel, bloody, and nasty the memory was, when his gaze finally fell on Su Jiuer's face, he felt that the whole world had quieted down.

Even he subconsciously held his breath, for fear of waking up this sleeping face.

He spread out his palm, and saw the small mottled wounds on his palm, which had obviously been treated with medicine.But he didn't know how these wounds came from, he only knew that he lost his memory for a while.

Looking around again, he is now in Su Jiuer's Fuyang Palace.

He got up very lightly, then frowned and rubbed his swollen temples.

Zhaoshun just came to report, and whispered, "Your Majesty, the blueprint for the reconstruction of Yinhua Hall has been handed in, can you take a look?"

Yan Yunxiao took the blueprint and opened it, asking, "What's the number today, and what time is it?"

Although Zhaoshun was strange, he still explained everything.

Yan Yunxiao's hand froze, has it been a whole day and night since what happened on the tower?
He silently looked at the blueprint of the Yinhua Palace in his hand. Although he was puzzled and didn't understand why it was rebuilt, he had already realized that something should have happened and he had forgotten it.

So he tentatively asked, "How's the situation?"

Zhao Shun said, "Fortunately, the burned area is not large, and the study room is intact, it's just the sleeping hall."

When it came to the point, it stopped.

Zhao Shun always thought that Yan Yunxiao and Su Jiu'er had a quarrel, and they accidentally set the bedroom on fire.I don't want to continue talking because I don't want to mention the quarrel between Yan Yunxiao and Su Jiu'er, lest His Majesty be overwhelmed.

Yan Yunxiao's brows were tightly furrowed, he couldn't imagine that it was only a day and a night, how could even Yinhua Hall be burned down?
He threw the drawing back to Zhaoshun, and then strode towards Yinhua Hall.

Sure enough, the sleeping hall of Yinhua Hall was already in a mess, almost burned to the ground.

Yan Yunxiao took out a list from a burnt-out drawer, which was the prescription Song Xingshi gave him.

Later, when he went to Tailing Temple, he left this list here and did not take it away.

After he came back, with Su Jiu'er by his side, he slept soundly for a few days, and he didn't think much of taking that prescription.

He shook the ashes on it, and found that a corner of the list had been burned, it was the words that Su Jiuer had added a few medicinal materials privately, and only one word remained on it after being burned.

He put it away, then turned around and found an old locked jewelry box.

Open it, inside is a pair of jasper jade bracelets, which are his mother's relics.

Fortunately there was no damage.

He picked up his things and turned around.

"Bangdang."

Yan Yunxiao unintentionally kicked a small jewelry box that had been smudged black. After rolling out for two laps, it was kicked open.

A jadeite hairpin with double flowers and pedicles fell out of it.

He stared blankly for two seconds, then slowly squatted down, and picked up the flower hairpin with twin flowers.

It was the one from Wanbaoge, the one left behind for Su Jiuer when he was going to the execution scene.

But he just put it on her dressing table and didn't give it to her personally.

He wiped the dust off with his fingertips, then tucked it into his sleeve.

He said to Zhao Shun again, "Prepare a carriage."

Xu had seen Yan Yunxiao's obedience to Su Jiu'er during the day, so Zhao Shun subconsciously asked, "What about Concubine Su?"

Yan Yunxiao frowned, and glanced over coldly.

What does he have to do with Su Jiu'er since he left his palace?
Zhao Shun was so frightened by this knife point that he immediately responded, "Yes, yes, this servant is going!"

Yan Yunxiao couldn't help being more puzzled, what did he do when he lost his memory?
Moreover, Zhao Shun, they seem to be unaware of his abnormality.

What about Su Jiuer?
He thought of the bag of silver needles that Su Jiuer carried with him, and he was uncertain.

Yan Yunxiao went out of the palace alone in a carriage, stopped the carriage in front of several jewelry pavilions in a disguised manner, and then quietly sneaked into Baixing Tower by himself.

"Bang!"

Yan Yunxiao kicked the door of Linglong Pavilion open as if he had known each other before.

In the bamboo tube in Song Xingshi's hand, there were three copper plates shaking.

"Brother Yan, what are you doing?"

"I didn't touch your woman!"

Song Xingshi showed a startled expression and teased him.

Yan Yunxiao stepped in swiftly, wanting to get straight to the point and forget about what happened to him last night, but in the end he took out the burnt and mutilated list and handed it to him.

Song Xingshi looked at the list in surprise, and said, "Why did you burn it?"

"Okay, you just don't cherish what I gave you, I'm sad."

As he took it and said something joking, he shook the list and looked at it.

Then frowned.

Something seems wrong.

He remembered that there seemed to be only nine medicinal herbs in total, why there are words under this.

Although there is only one word left now, there must be other words under the original burnt.

He said to Yan Yunxiao, "What did you write later?"

Yan Yunxiao frowned puzzled.

He handed the list to Yan Yunxiao, pointed to the extra word and said, "Didn't you add this?"

However, Song Xingshi also felt that this word did not look like Yan Yunxiao, and it was obvious that someone added it in anticipation of his own notes.

Seeing that Yan Yunxiao shook his head, Song Xingshi said solemnly, "No, this prescription has been tampered with."

"How long have you been taking it?"

Yan Yunxiao also shook his head, basically he didn't drink much, and was often too busy to remember to drink.

Song Xingshi breathed a sigh of relief, "I don't know which medicinal materials are written below, and whether they are harmful to your body."

"It seems that they have sent eyeliner to you a long time ago. Can you vaguely guess who it is?"

Yan Yunxiao lowered his eyes, and Su Jiu'er's face appeared in his mind.

　This is today's update.

　　ps: The real double-faced personality disorder is almost incurable, and there is currently no effective drug-targeted treatment. The content of this story is purely fictional and necessary for the plot, please do not believe it.

　　
　
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