Uncle, I will marry you

Chapter 9 Holy Medicine
It hurts to watch this young man grow up who has been as mature and calm as an adult since eight years ago, but Pu Yanglu has no way to change this situation.If that child hadn't been dropped by Liu Ziqin, everything would have been different, right?Thinking of that woman, the soft light in Pu Yang's eyes was replaced by ruthlessness. If it wasn't for that woman, it would be a different situation now.In order to find Xi'er, he tolerated this woman for so many years. It seems that it is time for her to pay the due price.

"When the father finds Xi'er, you will be free, Ayu." The twins have the same appearance.

"Yes." Puyang Yuren also hoped that Puyangxi would be found, after all, she couldn't be a man all her life, she is still young now, if she grows up, there are some things she can't hide.

"Xi'er is born with a totem on his back, if he sees a man with a phoenix pattern on his back, that's it." Puyang Wei said lightly, he had only seen Xi'er once.

Astonishment flashed through his eyes, a natural totem?

"You go back to rest first. Father still has some things to do. General Xuansu and Prime Minister Li will meet you." He waved his hands, propped himself up, and the eunuch who just came in dressed and groomed him.

Walking out of the palace, he bumped into the two Zhou Guoquan ministers who were waiting outside. The two hurriedly saluted, and then walked to the door with anxious expressions.

"Your Highness..." Su Qingyi worriedly looked at the boy who couldn't see any emotion.

"Su Qingyi...I'm a little sad." She didn't dare to imagine the scene of Puyang Wei disappearing. How could the person who loved you for eight years leave?
She wriggled her lips, but found that any consolation was futile, and silently followed behind the young man, watching his thin body walk in the wind.

"Your Highness... I heard that Lord Fenghua has a holy medicine that can bring the dead back to life."

Turning to look at the gentle young man under the night sky, "Is this true?"

"This is just a rumor."

Clenching his fists tightly, as if he had made some kind of determination, Puyang Yuren's mouth was cracked: "Su Qingyi, tomorrow, His Highness Pei Ben will go down to meet my nineteenth uncle whom I haven't seen in eight years!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

"Why is it cold in summer?"

Whether it is true or not, she has to find out.

"Go back and get ready, see you tomorrow at the gate of the city." After finishing speaking, he walked towards Heyue Palace.

It wasn't until the young man disappeared that Su Qingyi turned around and went out to the palace gate. In the next half month, I'm afraid it will be troublesome...

Summer nights are sultry and irritating, and the sound of insects is hidden in the bushes, disturbing the sleeping creatures.

"Your Highness, you haven't had dinner yet, and the servant has asked the imperial dining room to prepare black rice porridge." Wen Yu said with concern.

Nodded: "Yeah."

In the depths of the harem, on the Jiuqu corridor, the enchanting and beautiful woman smiled idiotically: "Puyang Wei, you haven't paid off what you owe me, how can you die? Ghost, go and send that child to Hebei tomorrow." Yuegong, I want to see what the outcome will be." If you hurt her, you will pay back a hundredfold.

The hunched black figure looked like a ghost in the dark night, and his voice was like a broken cart pulled by an old ox, creaking strangely: "Yes, master."

A wild smile swayed in the night, unspeakably terrifying.

With the laughter, the ghostly black figure disappeared into the sound of insects, and it really came and went without a trace.

The woman turned her head sideways, her gorgeous facial features distorted by a dazzling smile.

The world is always such a coincidence...

After drinking the potion to suppress the darkness, he lay peacefully on the bed and waited for the day to come.

In order to conceal her identity as a woman, Puyang Yuren has been drinking the potion that inhibits her development. You have to be covered with a thick brocade quilt to sleep peacefully.In winter, there are a few more heaters in the house than ordinary people.

Finger brushed over a hair tie that was lying peacefully on the top of the brocade box, the silk from the Western Regions, this was a gift from Puyang Fenghua on his birthday last year, it is said that this hair tie is invulnerable to guns, and using this hair tie can cure all kinds of poisons .

Every birthday, a gift will appear in the Lotus Moon Palace for eight consecutive years without interruption, each of which is a rare thing in the world.Take this mother-of-pearl as an example, it is the king of night pearls, and its illumination is comparable to a hundred days.I heard that there are less than ten in the world, but there are five lying quietly in the box.

Taking out a silk headband to tie her flying hair, and wearing a white brocade robe, she looked coldly at the flying hair tie in the mirror, never expecting that one day she would do something to please others.

On the dark red palace road, the white figure was stretched thin and long by the rising sun.

Su Qingyi, who was dressed in Tsing Yi, was leading two horses, looking at the dark red palace gate in the distance, with a warm smile on his lips, waiting for the boy's arrival.

"Your Highness."

"Call me Ayu when you are away from home." Puyang Yuren jumped on the horse, turned the horse's head, and ran out of the city.

"Ayu wait for me."

Two horses gallop on the unmanned pipeline, reflecting each other.

"My lord, His Royal Highness is coming to the post station." Lu Sheng took the letter box that fell on the white pigeon's leg on the window coffin, looked at the note, and said to the people in the house.

After a long time without asking for an answer from the people in the room, Lu Sheng looked curiously, shook his head, and was staring at the painting again in a daze.

"Lu Sheng, do you think Ayu will become more and more like Aran?" The indisputable voice came from behind the bead curtain, extinguishing the heat in the house, like a clear spring flowing through a mountain stream, like a hundred flowers blooming The sound of the flower buds bursting suddenly made the ground slippery.

The apex of the heart felt like it was being pricked by a needle, and there was a dull pain, "My lord, your highness is just your highness." It can't be Princess Yanran, who has been dead for many years, let her die.

Qingyuan's eyebrows hide a touch of sadness, he knows that Ayu will not be Aran.

"My lord..." Lu Sheng called out to the distracted man, reminding him that it was time to face His Highness the Crown Prince.

Carefully put away the picture scroll on the table, and put it in the brocade box like a treasure, gently brushing the edge of the brocade box with jade-like fingers, as gentle as touching a lover.

(End of this chapter)