Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

The cool breeze picked up at night, and after staying for a long time under the plane tree, the bright yellow figure finally moved.

Ling Youyao looked through the window and saw Fu Xiuyun walking out the door with slightly bent back, his back was like an old tree in late autumn, with infinite loneliness.

The shadow on the ground was dragged longer and longer, appearing heavy and lonely.

When the courtyard became quiet again, Ling Youyao looked up at Fu Mingjue: "What did you write that poem to tell His Majesty?"

He lowered his eyebrows, unable to see the expression in his eyes, and said, "It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly remembered that I had learned such a poem before."

Ling Youyao thought he was weird, if it was just an ordinary poem, how could Fu Xiuyun show such an expression?
The Son of Heaven, who should be admired by all people, put down his dignity and came to Zongzheng Temple today. He thought that Fu Xiuyun came with the intention of execution, but he didn't say a word, and he didn't even step through the door.

He was the one who allowed the Ministry of Criminal Justice to torture Fu Mingjue, and he was the one who ordered Fu Mingjue to be imprisoned, but now he doesn't even have the courage to meet him.

Ling Youyao couldn't understand it. Could it be that the decisive emperor would also regret his decision?

Fu Mingjue saw what she was thinking, put down his pen, and explained: "Your Majesty wrote that poem when he was 14 years old. I only wrote down two lines of it. Today, I suddenly remembered it and wrote it down."

Ling Youyao thought about it carefully: "Is it the year you came to Kunning Palace?"

"Ah."

That year Fu Mingjue was eight years old, and Fu Xiuyun was just a teenager.

Although the two lived in the palace together, their circumstances were completely different.One was born to be the favored son of the heavens, he was well-clothed and well-fed since he was a child, and he was the sought-after Crown Prince; the other was born in the middle of the night, suffered a lot of abuse, and was used to darkness and indifference.It happened that such two people have walked together for more than ten years, but now the thin layer of brotherhood has been gradually erased in the hustle and bustle of the secular world.

Recalling the days in Kunning Palace, Fu Mingjue didn't have much emotion, all the past, except for Ling Youyao, were just floating clouds.

He put the things away, with a calm face as usual, and said to Ling Youyao: "Don't worry, since His Majesty didn't come in today, it means that everything is safe, but we still have to stay here for a while."

"It's okay, as long as I can stay with you all the time."

Ling Youyao didn't care how long she stayed in Zongzheng Temple, because she knew that they would leave sooner or later.

Fu Mingjue caressed her cheek, and said apologetically, "I shouldn't have let you stay here, but the current situation, leaving you alone makes people worry. Such days may last for a long time... ..."

Ling Youyao's fair face was reflected in his dark eyes, he pursed his lips, and only said: "Sorry, this year's winter will probably be spent here."

Ling Youyao stretched out her arms to hug his waist, and there was no trace of sadness in her voice: "I know, it doesn't matter if you stay here forever."

At least in Zongzheng Temple, they are still alive.

She knew that Fu Mingjue would always go to that deserted torture room after she fell asleep these days, trying to hold the rusty sword over and over again.

Although his right hand can hold a brush and paint, every time he holds a sword, he always feels strenuous and trembling.In the past, people who roamed the battlefield and killed countless enemies, but now they don't even have the strength to hold a sword.

Fu Mingjue seemed to be in business as usual, but Ling Youyao knew that the arrogance in his heart had been smoothed away after all.

An eagle that should soar in the sky should not be trapped in a cage, and a person with a heart in the world should not be bound by cold regulations. He will go out, sooner or later.

Since Fu Xiuyun went to Zongzheng Temple that day, he was awakened by nightmares more and more times at night, and his temper became more and more irritable.

Sun Fuzhi tried to suppress the toxicity in his body through acupuncture, but it seemed too late.Fu Xiuyun refused to take the medicine, and even resisted the cold silver needles piercing his body. Whenever he fell ill, he only thought about taking Jinsui Wan.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Sun Fuzhi temporarily gave up and asked Manager Li to bring him the medicine.

Jin Sui Wan can relieve the pain for a short period of time, but taking it for a long time will make people dependent, and Fu Xiuyun is in this state now.

Days passed, and there were not many Jin Sui Wan left, but Fu Xiuyun's addiction to it did not weaken at all.

Therefore, Yao Xing was dragging his sick body, and made another batch of golden marrow pills and presented them to the imperial court. Not to mention the rewards, he was even promoted.

After Luo Qiulin learned of this, he gritted his teeth angrily: "It seems that I am being soft, and he still has the strength to get out of bed? I'm going to kill him now!" Saying this, he stood up and rushed out.

Sun Fuzhi stopped her: "Even if you kill him, it's useless. He's just a pawn. The real threat to us is the people behind him. Besides, you've already made people suspicious by poisoning him. It's not appropriate to kill him at this time." Move again."

"Then what do you think we should do now?" Luo Qiulin sat back angrily.

"I checked Yao Xingzheng's Jinsui Pill, and there was only one addictive drug in it, so I suspected that there must be something else that poisoned His Majesty, but there was nothing unusual in the Chengming Palace. After thinking about it carefully, I thought of it. a place--"

"Where?"

"Eternal Spring Palace."

Everything sent into the Chengming Palace has to be inspected, Yao Xingzheng will not take the risk of doing anything in the Chengming Palace.Sun Fuzhi checked the medical records of the Imperial Hospital, and found that His Majesty began to experience headaches after Cai Fuya entered the palace.

Associating the relationship between Yao Xingzheng and the Cai family, everything became clear.

After Cai Fuya entered the palace, His Majesty would go to Changchun Palace almost every day. Compared with Chengming Palace, it is indeed much easier to do things in Changchun Palace.

Sun Fuzhi continued: "When I went to Changchun Palace earlier, I found that the fragrance of Concubine Yu's body was very special. I didn't think much about it at the time, and I didn't realize something was wrong until today."

Luo Qiulin said thoughtfully: "The art of leaving the soul really needs Xiang's assistance. If the poison is really in Changchun Palace, it is estimated that Concubine Yu was also poisoned."

Sun Fuzhi naturally knew about this, and continued to say: "The empress dowager still has doubts about me, I can't go into the harem often, and I can't find out the source of the incense for a while, so I want to invite you into the palace—"

"No!" Before he could finish speaking, Luo Qiulin refused.

Sun Fuzhi expected that she would not agree easily, so he got up and bowed respectfully to her: "Master, you have the grace of saving my life, nurturing, and teaching me, and there is one person who is also grateful to me. In trouble, I can't stand by and watch, I owe you the kindness, I will repay it in the future, but at this moment, I want to save him."

Seeing his seriousness, Luo Qiulin couldn't help but sit up straight, pretending to be serious and said: "Then how do you plan to repay my kindness?"

"Where the master has an order, the disciple will definitely do it."

"Okay!" Luo Qiulin agreed.

Seeing her secretly delighted, Sun Fuzhi suddenly felt like he was on a thief's boat, but how could he go back on his word?