Xiao Zhenting left Beijing overnight, and this matter could not be hidden from Shangguan Yan. Shangguan Yan also came. When the couple arrived at the village, they had fallen asleep. They fell asleep in Yan Jiuchao's arms. Yan Jiuchao probably never dreamed that the little bastard who was so shameless in his hands would actually be in his arms quietly, guarding him and waiting for him.

Yu Wan let the child sleep beside Yan Jiuchao. Yan Jiuchao loved them so much that he could wake up as soon as possible with them.

"Cong'er!"

Shangguan Yanren has not reached the voice.

Yu Wan was sitting by the bed and wiped Yan Jiuchao's face. Hearing the sound, he put down the handkerchief, got up and brought the basin to the shelf beside him.

Shangguan Yan walked in with a long time, her eyes were red. She wanted to cry all the way, so she made some arrangements before entering the house, but at the first glance when she saw Yan Jiuchao, she couldn't help crying in tears.

Xiao Zhenting walked in.

This room is quite spacious, but when this man, who is as tall as a mountain, has a narrow space when he enters.

He patted Shangguan Yan's shoulder comfortably: "Don't cry first, the child wants you to wake up, let me show you first."

His voice was naturally rough, and it was not light and thin if it was lowered, but his careful look reminded of the gentleness of a beast.

Shangguan Yan asked him to move, looked at Yan Jiuchao, and then looked at three sleeping little breasts. He stopped crying and was helped by Xiao Zhenting.

"Come in." Xiao Zhenting said to the door.

This sound seemed to be filled with the pressure of a beast.

A gray-bearded doctor walked in with a medical box.

He was not a imperial physician in the court, but a doctor who Xiao Zhenting found from the people. He was best at such difficult and complicated diseases. All the medicines he took to Yan Jiuchao over the years were prepared by him.

Yu Wan stood quietly in front of the shelf, and no one seemed to notice her and no one asked her to go out, so she stayed in the house motionless.

The old doctor did have two brushes and gave Yan Jiuchao a few needles. Yan Jiuchao's empty and dull eyes closed. Compared to his unblinking, he seemed to have been drained from his soul. It was more acceptable to fall asleep like this.

But Yu Wan understood that his condition was actually no different.

The old doctor repeatedly took Yan Jiuchao's pulse and finished the diagnosis. After touching his beard, he sighed long.

"What's wrong with Dr. Zhong? How is my son?" Shangguan Yan asked with sobs.

The old doctor bowed his hand and said helplessly: "Young Master's situation is not good."

"What, why is it not good?" Shangguan Yan asked anxiously.

"There is no more time." The old doctor said helplessly.

Shangguan Yan felt the darkness in front of her eyes, and the sky was spinning.

Xiao Zhenting supported her in time and prevented her from falling to the ground.

Shangguan Yan burst into tears: "...Didn't he say there are still two years left... He is only twenty-three..."

Yu Wan frowned, so it was true. Yu Zigui didn't lie. Yan Jiuchao really couldn't survive twenty-five...

The old doctor said: "That is the most ideal situation, but this 'disease' may worsen at any time."

God has been open to his eyes when he can live to this day. Of course, the old doctor dare not say this. As a doctor who has been giving Yan Jiuchao pills for more than ten years, he knows better than anyone else that Yan Jiuchao's situation is actually worsening every year. He adds the dosage once and then again, and by this year there is no way to add it again, otherwise the extreme will turn into a poison.

Shangguan Yan fainted from crying.

Xiao Zhenting carried her to the next door.

The most heart-wrenching thing in life is that white people give to black people. Yu Wan is now a mother, and she understands Shangguan Yan's reaction very well.

The old doctor lived in the house. He went to the carriage to get medicine and said that he wanted to give Yan Jiucha a bath. This was a futile struggle and just to comfort Shangguan Yan's heart.

The two of them did not bring their servants, and the water in the basin was cold. Yu Wan went to the stove to make another basin and continued to wipe Yan Jiuchao's face.

"He was cursed."

Xiao Zhenting's voice suddenly sounded behind Yu Wan.

Yu Wan turned around and looked around, confirming that he was talking to him, got up and greeted him: "Master Xiao."

"No need to be polite." Xiao Zhenting signaled her to sit down.

Yu Wan sat back on the stool. The man was too tall. She stood there, still like an innocent little pitiful person in front of him. After sitting down, she looked like a little kitten.

So, it was not that they had not noticed her just now, but that they could not greet her. The reason why they did not let her avoid suspicion was that they were willing to let her know about Yan Jiuchao's condition.

Did you treat her... as your own person?

Yu Wan pulled Yan Jiuchao's hands that were so cold that they were not a trace of warmth. Her body was hot and her hands and feet were cold. This was not a good sign. She wiped his hand with a hot cotton cloth and said softly: "Have you been hit at a very young age?"

Xiao Zhenting nodded: "When I was two or three years old."

Isn't that the same age as a small breast bag?

Yu Wan's fingers tightened: "Who is so cruel?"

"Last Emperor." Xiao Zhenting said.

Yu Wan was stunned. The late emperor? Isn’t the late emperor the grandfather of Yan Jiu Dynasty? How could he curse his grandson?

"The late emperor thought that King Yan was not his bones and blood." Xiao Zhenting said.

Think it's not? That's right? Yu Wan looked at Xiao Zhenting in surprise. Xiao Zhenting sighed: "It's a pity that this misunderstanding was so misunderstanding that he couldn't clarify it to the late emperor, but even if it was clarified, the late emperor would be unable to turn things around."

"Is this kind of poisonous curse unsolvable?" Yu Wan didn't ask who framed King Yan. This could not be a simple misunderstanding, but some things were not what she should have known.

Xiao Zhenting was very satisfied with her tactfulness. This kind of royal secret should not have been outsiders. He took the risk when he revealed the late emperor. Then he bit his Majesty out. Do you think he had a long life or did you think that this girl didn't die fast enough?

Xiao Zhenting didn't say anything about Yu Wan's doubts: "I have been seeking a solution to the curse over the years... This is not something from the Central Plains, but a poisonous curse from southern Xinjiang, which first appeared in Nanzhao."

Yu Wan has read a lot of books during this period and roughly understood that the places south of the Central Plains are collectively called Southern Xinjiang. Most of the southern Xinjiang is the territory of Nanzhao Kingdom, and there are also several small tribes who surrendered to Nanzhao Kingdom.

Xiao Zhenting continued: "The original intention was to tame the dead soldiers of the royal family. After the irreversible toxicity, the Nanzhao royal family gradually banned it. However, its secret recipe was passed down. I didn't expect it to be introduced to the Central Plains, and I didn't expect that the late emperor would have such a vicious way to deal with the children of the King of Yan."

Yu Wan couldn't understand the actions of the late emperor, but it was said that accompanying the king was like accompanying a tiger. Those who could sit on the throne were probably not rude people. Knowing that the King of Yan was not his own flesh and blood, but because of the royal face, he could not handle the King of Yan openly. The hatred accumulated in his heart made the late emperor do inhumane things.

It was just that Yan Jiuchao suffered, and he was still so young, so this kind of contest was unfair to him.

"Since this kind of poisonous curse is so domineering, is Yan Jiuchao no more saved?" Yu Wan asked.

Xiao Zhenting paused and said, "Have you heard of the Southern Xinjiang witchcraft?"

Yu Wan shook her head.

Xiao Zhenting said: "There is a witch technique in southern Xinjiang that may be able to resolve this poisonous curse."

However, witch skills are not so easy to practice. If you want to become a real witch master, you need to raise the witch with your body. Ordinary people cannot withstand the toxicity of the witch at all, so the number of witch masters is extremely rare.

Not to mention, what Yan Jiu Dynasty needed was not an ordinary Gu master.

Xiao Zhenting said: "I have asked Xiao Wu to go to southern Xinjiang, and I believe I will soon find a good idea."

No wonder I haven't seen Master Xiao Wu during this period. It turns out that I went to southern Xinjiang to find an antidote for Yan Jiu Dynasty.

...

Shangguan Yan could have taken Yan Jiuchao back to the capital, but she did not do so. She and Xiao Zhenting lived in the village. The two were like an ordinary couple, taking care of their seriously ill son.

Everyone in the village knew that Mr. Wan’s parents were here. It turned out that he had parents. His mother was as beautiful as a flower and her father was mighty and majestic. She was so lucky.

The villagers also knew that Mr. Wan was sick and Mr. Wan was the benefactor of their village. When he was sick, they naturally wanted to visit him. Every day, villagers brought fresh vegetables or wild vegetables to Mr. Wan's house.

Shangguan Yan accepted it all thankfully.

"Get better soon," said Aunt Zhang.

Shangguan Yan took a basket of peppers sent by Aunt Zhang and felt deeply moved. She could hear such words countless times every day, but she never got tired of them. In the capital, everyone hoped that her son would die soon, but here, everyone hoped that her son would live well.

Shangguan Yan returned to the house, looked at the bronze mirror, took off the gold hairpin above her head, took off the expensive silk, and changed into a simple cloth dress.

When Xiao Zhenting returned to the house, he saw his wife, who was tall and above, holding a hoe, bent down and turning over the ground in the backyard.

Xiao Zhenting looked at her in surprise.

A hint of shyness flashed across Shangguan Yan's face: "I... I see that they are turning the ground like this, I don't know if they are turning it over right."

"I'll do it." Xiao Zhenting rolled up his sleeves and said.

Xiao Zhenting is a good player in fighting, and he is turning the ground... turning the ground is useless.

The couple spent the morning struggling in the backyard, and the land was broken...

There were more villagers coming to the door, and Shangguan Yan heard a lot about her son from them. She never knew that her infamous son was so respectful in the village.

"Young Master Wan is a good person. When we were bullied by the people from Xinghua Village, it was You Young Master Wan who came forward and convinced the county master!"

"Young Master Wan also saved Miss Yu!"

"Mr. Wan is a scholar. He is very good at studying. He is the most accurate top scholar in our village!"

Good man? Benefactor? Qualified top scholar?

Is this really talking about her son?

The villagers did not know Yan Jiuchao's identity and illness, but the Yu family got some definite news.

"Awan." Uncle came to Yu Wan's house with a crutch. His legs and feet were much more convenient, so he could walk half a mile without a crutch. But he was anxious to see Yu Wan, but he still stuck the crutch on it.

Yu Wan had just finished checking Xiao Tiedan's homework. She had something she needed to be busy with, but she didn't miss anything she should have done. Uncle didn't understand how she did it. When other girls encountered such a thing, they should have cried to death, but his Awan didn't cry, his Awan was very strong.

"Uncle, why are you here? Just let me go if you have something to do. Your legs are better and you can't walk too much." Yu Wan helped Uncle to sit down on the chair.
To be continued...