Yin Jingchao tremblingly handed the letter to Yin Ping's hand. After a long while, he said in a trembling voice: "Quick, go to Xiyuan."
Yin Ping glanced at the contents of the letter and did not dare to hesitate. He quickly pushed Yin Jingchao to Xiyuan, Ji Yanchen's residence.
Along the way, Yin Jingchao was extremely silent, and his heart was lifted tightly.
He didn't say a word, and there was no emotion on his face.
Arriving at Xiyuan, Yin Ping knocked on the door, and within a moment, the door was opened.
When the little medicine boy saw that the person coming was Yin Jingchao, he quickly saluted and said, "Greetings to the prince!"
"Where is your master?"
"It's inside, please, Your Majesty."
Yin Ping pushed Yin Jingchao slowly into Xiyuan.
As soon as I entered, a medicinal fragrance hit me with the breeze, which seemed to dispel the depression in my heart in an instant.
Yin Jingchao looked around and finally saw Ji Yanchen in a corner.
He was grinding the herbs with his head down, and there was a light layer of sweat on his face.
Seeing him come in, Ji Yan said without raising her head: "Your Majesty rarely comes to the courtyard, but what's wrong with you?"
Yin Jingchao shook his head, "Mr. Ji, can you do me a favor?"
Ji Yanchen has been in the palace of Prince Chu Xiang for many years, and the opportunities to meet Yin Jingchao are few and far between.
But now, he came to Lanyuan in person and spoke with this expression.
Ji Yanchen stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Yin Jingchao, "What happened to Yin Luzhu?"
Yin Jingchao closed his eyes and nodded heavily.
Before he could speak, Ji Yanchen suddenly came to his side, his expression even more serious and anxious than his father.
"But the leg is broken? Or the hand is broken? Or fell off a cliff, or was pierced by a sword?"
Listening to Ji Yanchen's series of questions, Yin Jingchao felt a tightness in his chest.
Seeing that Ji Yanchen wanted to say something else, he quickly interrupted him.
"Lu Zhu has been poisoned and is now in danger. Your Majesty is taking her back. I hope you will go to greet her. I'm afraid it's too late and even Daluo Jinxian won't be able to come back..."
Before Yin Jingchao finished speaking, the person in front of him had already disappeared, leaving only a faint scent of medicine.
Looking at the direction he left, Yin Jingchao blinked blankly, and he asked Yin Ping uncertainly.
"Did he agree?"
Yin Ping nodded, "It seems so."
"..." A faint doubt flashed in Yin Jingchao's eyes.
Ji Yanchen stayed in the Chuxiang Prince's Mansion because of the medicinal materials. If he didn't want to do something, no one could force him.
Yin Jingchao touched the box on his lap, "Then I prepared this for nothing, and I was thinking of using this in exchange for him to save Lu Zhu."
Yin Ping was also a little puzzled.
But in this case, this thing is also saved,
It’s better to keep such precious medicinal materials for future use in case of emergency.
……
On the ancient road filled with yellow sand, a dark horse is shuttled among the flying sand.
The speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye the person was gone.
Ji Yanchen covered his mouth and nose with a simple piece of cloth, but even so, in just a few days, the wind and sand blew his lips into cracks.
He walked forward as if he had never noticed it and was tireless.
Even after sunset, I didn't rest. I just put on a good horse in a populated place and traveled day and night.
Ji Yanchen frowned tightly, with displeasure in his eyes.
