Jing Yan sent someone to thoroughly investigate the Xianlin Palace from inside to outside. There were signs of fighting in front of the window of the bedroom. The underground secret passage had been entered and was destroyed by groundwater. Now Emperor Yuande has become a demented deaf and mute man, and it is useless. The palace is Jing Yan's world, so there is no need to hide anything. Just send the guards to find clues.

He didn't sleep all night, put everything else aside, went to check several exits in the secret passage, not letting go, and they all had to carefully find out if there were any traces. Unfortunately, the palace change yesterday, even if there were many clues, nothing left after the chaos night. What's more, Changle deliberately burned the imperial kitchen and couldn't find anything.

On the other side, Jin Fu was seriously injured, and had a breath left. She was rescued by the imperial physician. She hurriedly wanted to speak as soon as she was conscious. She roughly told everything she knew. There were several very secret mechanisms outside the Xianlin Palace, but those people fell from the sky. No mechanism was triggered at all. It was like there was an internal agent who knew the Xianlin Palace very well.

Jinfu's face was pale, she clenched her fists and coughed a mouthful of blood, "There must be an internal force in the palace. My subordinates saw a man in black rushing into the bedroom. I don't know who it is..."

Jing Yan stood in front of her bed, still wearing the mysterious clothes of yesterday, wearing a string of blood-stained Buddhist beads on his right hand, dyeing his wrists a circle of dark red, and he looked like a shackle of sin. He turned slightly, his phoenix eyes half closed, his eyes drooping to Jinfu, his eyes were full of sin and coldness, and then he moved his fingertips. Sheng Hai, who was beside him, immediately knelt on the ground, raised the paper and pen properly, and Jing Yan picked up the pen and wrote, "It's Xiao Shisi, his body has been found."

He still couldn't speak, his throat couldn't make a sound, and he didn't even have the ability to see an imperial physician seriously. He could only take his pulse while walking, but he couldn't see anything. He said to the outside world that he was plotted against on the way back to the Xianlin Palace, and his throat was temporarily damaged and could not speak, and it would be cured after a while.

But no one knows how long this period is.

Even Jing Yan himself didn't know, he didn't care about this matter, and he didn't care about it. His voice and his throat were nothing. Not to mention that he couldn't speak, even if his bones were broken now, he would have to find Qiao Yu back in person.

For him, Qiao Yu is even more precious in the world.

When Xiao Shisi's body was salvaged, Jing Yan understood that the traitor, who was supposed to be Xiao Shisi. In fact, he did not expect that, or Xiao Shisi had always been too loyal, enough to deceive him. Others also had bad luck and were not dead. Jing Yan pulled the person into a dark prison. The so-called loyal minister was not as good as torture and forced confession, and the man told the truth.

It was Chen Sang. His thoughts had long hit Qiao Yu, but Jing Yan didn't keep paying attention to them, but kept attracting them without causing any trouble. Even though he bribed Xiao Shisi, he still endured it until now.

Jinfu was stunned. In fact, who is the one who is the one who is in the inner world now has nothing to do with her. She has a heavy burden and has not been able to protect Qiao Yu. She should have apologized for death. Being able to wake up and say this sentence is already a luck to atone for sins. She shouldn't have asked for anything more.

She looked up at Jing Yan, and saw him turning around and leaving, struggling to get up, but without any strength, she fell heavily to the ground and rolled several times, even the wound was cracked. She gritted her teeth and stood up, barely kneeling, full of determination, "It's because my subordinates are incompetent and powerless to protect them, and I just want to apologize for death."

Jing Yan walked out of the house, and finally stopped at the threshold, but didn't even look at Jinfu. He took a pen and wrote a sentence, kneaded it into a ball of paper, and threw it behind.

It says - "When I find Xiaoyu, it will not be too late to die."

Jinfu held the paper and tears suddenly fell down and dripped in front of her knees. Before she woke up, she seemed to hear outside saying that Young Master Qiao was missing and could not find anyone, but she only thought she was dreaming and could not be true. It was not until she saw Jing Yan that she felt a little vaguely. If Qiao Yu was really gone, she probably wouldn't have survived to wake up.

But after all, it was her own useless and she was unable to protect Qiao Yu well.

Jing Yan walked to the study. He was completely adapted to being unable to speak. He replaced everything with paper and pen, and did not feel any inconvenience. He leaned against the window, looked at the fallen leaves outside through the window frame, counting the Buddhist beads on his wrist one by one. He picked up the Buddhist beads in total from the house. There were 107 pieces, and there was one that he couldn't find no matter how hard he looked for. He didn't know where he rolled down, just like Qiao Yu who had just disappeared and disappeared. He had to think so, and forcefully embed the words on the Buddhist beads into his palms to force himself to think about these things calmly. He used to think that he would never have a panic one day, but he was just self-righteous.

He could roughly guess the whole story of this matter. Xiao Shisi took advantage of the palace transformation to lead people to Xianlin Palace. He was Jing Yan's confidant and was very familiar with the mechanism of Xianlin Palace. He came in easily without any soldiers and soldiers. Then Chen Sang's people dragged Jinfu outside. Xiao Shisi came in. He was scratched by New Year's Eve and stabbed by Qiao Yu, and was unable to kill him in the bedroom...

Jing Yan couldn't even think about the word, so he jumped over and continued to think. His Xiaoyu was very smart. He seized the opportunity and entered the secret passage. Xiao Shisi followed him, but now the secret passage was destroyed, Xiao Shisi was also dead, but Qiao Yu disappeared.

Taking advantage of Jing Xu and Feng Nannan's name of rebellion yesterday, the entire palace was only three feet away from being dug. As long as Qiao Yu is still in the palace, it is impossible for him to find him.

Unless, unless Qiao Yu is no longer in the palace.

Jing Yan closed his eyes tightly, and he frowned, wishing that Qiao Yu was taken away by Chen Sang's people. He knew Chen Sang's desires and wanted something, and also knew that he was not a fool. At least he would treat his Xiaoyu well, treat him well, and let him eat and wear warmth, just wait for himself to save him.

As for anything else, he couldn't think about it anymore.

But whether Qiao Yu is with Chen Sang or not, he will have to die.

Jing Yan thought to himself that he had a stronger determination to die than he had seven years ago, Jing Xu, Feng Nannan and her family.

Not only the palace, but even the capital was blocked and searched from house to house, just to find Qiao Yu, but Changle Anping had already taken Qiao Yu to change his carriage and ran all the way to a place almost a hundred miles away from the capital. He didn't dare to stay in the capital last night. He took advantage of the chaos of the soldiers' house search and stole a carriage. He left the capital and found a small clinic. The person in the hall was a kind old doctor who treated Qiao Yu in the middle of the night. He heard that they had urgent matters to go back to their hometown and could not stop to recuperate. He prescribed enough medicine for the next two months and gave them a set of medicine-boiling equipment suitable for bumpy roads.

Qiao Yu's injury is not too serious. The most important thing is excessive blood loss. In addition, he is weak, so it doesn't matter if he doesn't get rid of the high fever in the middle. After that, he will be well cultivated and take medicine on time. It will probably be fine if he has a few months left.

Changle Anping thanked the old doctor for a long time, and did not dare to stop for a moment, so he left with a carriage. If only the two of them were actually safe to leave the capital, the people in the palace would not have gone out of the capital to find two eunuchs who were powerless. However, Qiao Yu is the nephew of Concubine Feng and Jing Yan's companion. The two of them have an unexplained relationship, so they might be arrested along the way. They took great risks and made up their minds to not leave Qiao Yu anyway.

Although they had fake road guides, they did not dare to walk the official road in the end. They were all picking small paths, and they were very bumpy and uncomfortable. Qiao Yu was placed on the softest couch in the entire carriage, and he was buried in a thick quilt, revealing only a pale little face, which was white and almost transparent, and even the green tendons and veins on the neck were clearly visible. His chin was very sharp, and he seemed to lose weight in just one night. Sometimes the carriage was bumpy, and he also rose and fell, like a summer dandelion, which was so light that when the wind blew, it would float up as soon as there was movement.

Anping looked at him worriedly. Qiao Yu had not woken up. Perhaps because of the injury, his posture was very twisted and curled up in a ball. The uninjured hand was holding something tightly. Anping couldn't do anything to wipe the blood for him. Even in a drowsy sleep, he resisted others' movements, as if it was his most precious treasure that no one could touch, and Anping had no choice. He soaked the soup with gauze, stuffed it into Qiao Yu's throat, and slowly squeezed the medicine into it. With this method, it took more than half an hour to feed a bowl of medicine.

The moon sinks outside the window and the sun is born. It is a change of scenery that Anping, who was sent to the palace since childhood, had never seen before. He leaned out a little, took a breath of fresh air, and felt that he had come back to life and had some hope.

Even the palace escaped, what else can't be done?

Anping stretched out his hand and went to pat Changle who was driving the horse in front, and asked him: "Senior brother, are you tired? I'll hurry for you for a while."

Changle smiled silently and glared at him, "Sit honestly, don't fall and fall, you won't. You can go and look at Qiao Yu, take good care of him, and it's a big help."

Anping Committee refuted aggrievedly, but did not bother Changle anymore, which made him upset and retreated.

He said a lot to Qiao Yu, such as the interesting things in the past, the happiness now, and the good future ahead.

But Qiao Yu was still asleep, and he didn't react at all.

Another night, Qiao Yu's fever did not subside. Anping saw that he was dying yesterday, and he grabbed Qiao Yu's black cat, which he refused to let go. After a day and a night, he slowly recovered. He moved to Qiao Yu's side carefully, stretched out his soft tongue, licked Qiao Yu's only cheek that was exposed, and meowed a few more times.

Anping smiled, "You talk to him too, you are a little pitiful, he is soft-hearted, maybe he will wake up immediately after hearing it."

Qiao Yu couldn't wake up, he was having a dream.

In the dream, he was still in the Immortal Forest Palace, but he could not escape Xiao Shisi's assassination. The jade pendant burst out and the Buddhist beads scattered everywhere. The sword pierced his body. He saw himself dead on the bed. His soul left his body and looked at the blood dripping dripping for a long time. His body gradually lost its temperature, from soft to stiff, and finally became a cold corpse.

And he seemed to be out of the matter, without sorrow or pain, and even his memory was almost gone. This is probably because he has become a soul, and all the world is gradually fading away at the moment of death.

He waited from the moon in mid-air until it fell on the treetops.

A man in black clothes walked in. He was extremely handsome, with his eyebrows as far as mountains and his eyes were filled with stars. His face was too cold and cold, and his steps were unstable. He knelt on the fragments of the jade pendant, which should have been extremely painful.

Qiao Yu couldn't feel the pain and frowned.

He saw that the man packed up all the fragments, not even letting go of the powder, and the blood-stained Buddhist beads piled up in his hands and held them in his heart.

The man lowered his head, and Qiao Yu couldn't see his expression clearly.

The blood on the Buddhist bead at the top suddenly faded. It turned out that tears fell on the top, diluting the dry blood.

At that moment, the surrounding emotions and desires poured into Qiao Yu's mind together. He was in great pain and felt that it was even harder than the moment of death.

Qiao Yu could no longer stay and wanted to rush over, "Aci, don't cry."
Chapter completed!