On the eighth day, the assassination of the second prince had spread in the palace.

This kind of thing can be called a palace scandal, either because of a riot caused by a disaster, or someone deliberately plots to murder the prince. No matter what the cause of the assassination is, the royal family does not want the news to spread.

But there were too many princes and ladies who went to Qiu Yanshan to hunt that day. Although they were all silent on the surface and did not leak any news, they had already spread in private.

The emperor was furious about this, and he speeded up the speed of sending the Imperial Guard to investigate and sent an imperial physician to treat the second prince.

When the imperial physician was diagnosed, he dipped his fingers in some medicine powder on the second prince’s chest, put it under his nose and sniffed it carefully. He felt very suspicious in his heart and had a look of indescribability on his face.

The second prince lay in bed for a few days, and the wounds on his chest that were almost pierced by his heart were almost healed, but he still looked weak and asked, "Doctor Xu, what did you find?"

Doctor Xu said: "Your Highness, I'm going to tell you that the ingredients of this medicine powder and the Jinchuang medicine in the Imperial Hospital should be similar. They are made of hibiscus leaves, borneol and other substances, but I don't know why this Jinchuang medicine has such a miraculous effect, which actually makes your injuries recover so quickly!"

"I have never seen a medicine that has such a recovery effect. I think there must be any other secret recipe in this medicine powder, but I am incompetent and can't tell it."

"That person who treats you must be a miracle doctor!"

Even if he didn't say it, the second prince felt very strange. The moment he stabbed the arrow himself, it had already penetrated into the flesh and blood. If he had a little deeper, he might have to see the King of Hell. According to his original plan, the wound would take at least three to five months to heal.

But now, because of the grass-roots who came out of the autumn Yan Mountain for some reason, he was able to get out of bed in just a few days!

Although the second prince’s plan was destroyed, he was a little angry, but he was more suspicious.

Who is the one who saved him? Why should he save him? The one who can bring out this magical medicine is not an ordinary person.

"Doctor Xu, you are well-informed. Can you guess who did this Jinchuang medicine?"

Doctor Xu said: "I am ashamed and have no clue. However, some time ago, I heard that someone in the capital was treating the people in Yong'an Temple, and many people with cold weather were cured overnight. I think, is it the same person as the miracle doctor who saved people in Yong'an Temple?"

The second prince also heard about this, but just this bottle of gold-creation medicine cannot connect the person who saved him with the Yong'an Temple.

He frowned and told Doctor Xu: "You go back first, by the way, I'm almost cured, don't let it go."

Doctor Xu was the party branch of the second prince. He responded and then stepped out.

The second prince lay in bed and complained about his illness, while the emperor's conventional hall was full of trouble.

Court officials are arguing over the frost disaster on the northern border.

Frost disasters at the end of this year were spread throughout Yan State, and the capital city only had the rise in grain prices, which did not affect people's livelihood. Beizhou is already cold, and it would be even worse for such disasters to be encountered again.

Not only that, the soldiers stationed in Beizhou yesterday rushed to report, saying that due to the lack of food, no rain in March, drought, etc., the violent army that gathered uprising became stronger and stronger. If they were not dealt with, the violent army would really approach the garrison of Beizhou.

The emperor was in a panic and for a moment he put the assassination of the second prince behind.

The current crisis is - the three chasms of frost disaster, drought and riots in Beizhou are intensifying. Who will deal with it? How to deal with it?

The Minister of Revenue and the Fifth Prince's faction naturally stood up and recommended the fifth prince. Seeing this, the queen's faction immediately stood up and recommended the prince. The prince was sweating coldly. When he thought of the rioters, he was afraid and refused the third company. He was so angry that his uncle was so angry that he was the second prince's faction. In addition, General Zhenyuan was the second prince's faction. Now that the second prince is sick, he was unwilling to let the fifth prince make this contribution again, so he took the initiative to stand up and volunteer.

Seeing that these people had their own thoughts, none of them really wanted to manage the disaster. For the sake of the people, he was troubled by the quarrel, and couldn't help but say angrily: "Shut up, who will go? Let me make a decision before making a decision."

In this way, after some chaos, he retreated.

Many things have happened in the palace, but the Ning Prince’s Mansion has been in turmoil these days.

The old lady has been busy choosing clothes and jewelry these days. Two days later, there will be a banquet held in the palace for hunting for Qiuyanshan. At that time, Lu Huanjiang, who killed the Snow Wolf King, will meet the saint. The old lady and Princess Ning, as family members, will also enter the palace together.

This is the first time that the old lady was able to attend a banquet after the decline of the royal mansion of the Ning Palace in recent years. She was naturally very happy. Not only did she ask the nanny around her to send many arrangements to Lu Ao, but she also rewarded the servants in the Ning Palace.

...

These plots took place within these eight days and Suxi was not online, so the system took the initiative to call them out and let her watch them quickly.

But now she looked at the baby on the screen and had no intention of seeing what happened in the Eight Heavens Palace and the Ning Prince's Mansion, so she drew the animation to the upper right side of the screen and narrowed it down.

At this moment, Lu Huan naturally didn't care about thinking about those things.

He looked at the vegetables in the box left by the man, and the steam slowly rose. It was shrouded in white mist on the winter night, real and warm, reminding him that all this was not a dream.

After the guess appeared in his heart, his heart beat very quickly and blood all over his body also rushed very quickly - not because he seemed to have finally cleared away the layers of clouds and mist and approached the man's true identity...

This is extremely important to him.

Lu Huan suppressed his rapid breathing, tried his best to calm down, and carefully sorted out everything that happened after the man appeared beside him.

It was from the time when the man could unknowingly send all kinds of things to his house, long boots, charcoal basins, sewn robes, and chickens, crops, and cold-proof sheds to his yard.

But at that time, Lu Huan only thought that man was a very powerful, free-spirited and skilled in martial arts.

Later, Yong'an Temple used wind and cold medicine to save people. He got the house and farm from Zhongganping. He met with the Minister of Revenue. He was ordered by the old lady to go to Qiuyan Mountain to hunt. The man actually knew all these things as if he was always by his side, and he knew clearly!

But although I had doubts at that time, I was unwilling to think about the strange power and chaos. I only thought that the person had a very wide source of information, and was full of spies in the capital, and knew everything big and small in the capital.

In addition, the man sent more than 200 chickens to the farm overnight. Without knowing it, he left patterns in Mrs. Ning Wang's room to tease her, which was something that ordinary people could not do.

...If you think about it carefully now, no matter how powerful the supernatural powers are, it is impossible to do these things that mortals cannot do at all.

so……

Is that man really a god or a ghost?

Although the man responded to the notes he left every night, he never left a single word. He asked the man if he could not leave any words for some reason, and the man said 'yes' - it turned out that it was because of this reason!

Can ghosts and gods leave their handwriting?

...

Lu Huan recalled everything from beginning to end, looked at the dish in front of him, and blood rushed to the top of his head, almost completely confirming the guess in his heart.

That man was actually a ghost and god who appeared beside him...

etc--

So, is that person still by my side now?!

After this thought came to Lu Huan's mind, his dark eyes immediately condensed, and his fingers subconsciously clenched.

The boy was tense, his eyes were pitch black and bright, and he could not tell what was the subtle emotions he himself was. Perhaps he was delighted, expectant, nervous, nervous - he subconsciously looked around, but the room was empty, and the rabbit lamp under the eaves was quietly lit up with candlelight, as if no one was around him, but what if?

What if that person is inside the house?

Lu Huan's throat was a little dry, and he suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart. He raised his head, but didn't know where to look. His eyes had to fall on the swaying lamp and opened his mouth softly.

"are you still there?"

This time it was not the white bubble that appeared, nor the inner thoughts of the baby, but the pop-up dialog box.

Su Xi's eyes widened outside the screen, and his heart was already swept by the words "fuck" in his heart—

Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Damn Da

The little boy on the screen looked up through the window and looked under the eaves. His vision was clearly not on him, but Su Xi felt that he seemed to be looking at him through the screen. The eyes on Baozi's face were clearly black and white, beautiful and clear.

Su Xi instantly got goosebumps.

She really came into being. This was no longer a game, but the feeling of two time and space converging across a screen.

Su Xi's heartbeats very fast.

Almost before she could react, the baby on the screen asked again.

"Are you here?"

"If you are still there... can I know...?"

Line by line of subtitles pop up on the screen, as if they are directly talking to Su Xi.

He held his breath, his whole body tensed, looking at the endless night sky, the lights fell on his face, bright and dark, like the traces of the intersection of two time and space.

The expression on his face had some traces of hope and desire, but this seemed to be just the tip of the iceberg. The surging emotions in his heart could only be seen from the fingers on his side that were tightly held and almost white.

After waiting for a long time, no one answered.

Lu Huan opened his mouth again and said softly: "You can't speak out, right? If you are still there, please hold my sleeve, okay?"

After his voice fell, he lowered his head and waited nervously for his sleeve to be moved.

His snow-white sleeves were shining with candlelight, and a shadow fell on the ground.

But the shadow was quiet and silent.

A second passed.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

...

Lu Huan's heart could not help but feel disappointed. He pursed his lips and couldn't help but think, is that person - wrong, or is his ghost not here at this time? So, when will the next time come?

Su Xi just hesitated in front of the screen. The baby is so brave. Are you really not afraid? Then can he really touch him when he is awake?

After hesitating for a while, Su Xi reached out to move the fingers of the baby.

Lu Huan was still staring at his sleeves.

But at this moment, his fingers hanging beside him seemed to be touched lightly.

Lu Huan: "..."

It was a very gentle, unprecedented feeling, without the touch of the skin, without the temperature, but like a slight wind, touching his hand, and then it was fleeting.

But then, the wind seemed to be trying hard to control his strength, so as to hurt him, and then carefully touched the back of his hand-
To be continued...