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When Gou Liang and his party were about to arrive in Yangzhou, Wang An also said goodbye to the refugees and set off on the road to return to Beijing.

Ten miles away, the people knelt on.

The scene of King An's departure was sent to the emperor's desk, and the Nine-Five Years Lord gradually tightened his brow in the swaying candlelight.

Chao Ye's eyes were staring at An An. Everyone knew that when he returned, the capital city would change.

East Palace.

Li Yan was pale and anxious, and he had lost a lot of weight. It looked like he was really sick.

"Chonghui, this is the end of the matter. Do you have any countermeasures?"

The outside news channels were all blocked. As the Prince of the East Palace, not only was he imprisoned by the emperor, but the people who accompanied him were also replaced by the emperor's hands. Now, except Zhong Yue, he has no one to trust.

One month is about to pass, and he doesn't even know how much of the party feathers that he collected himself are left.

Or maybe those people have betrayed him.

Thinking of this, Li Yan was like being boiled by fire, and his eyes were full of suffocation.

Zhong Yue coughed before she spoke, and for a long while, she coughed and said, "Yanlang doesn't have to be so anxious, the less anxious you are, the more irritable you are."

Compared with Li Yan, Zhong Yue's face was even worse-the first night he moved to the East Palace, the Zhongjia secret medicine he had carried with him was stolen.

He knew that this must be a good thing for the emperor, but now he is not even allowed out of this palace, let alone who to ask for an explanation, but can only endure this sorrow. Without the secret medicine in his clan, his loss-making body could not be nourished and treated, and his heart and mouth pain was difficult, making him sleepless every night and suffering.

Li Yan couldn't calm down. "When is this not considered desperate? Chonghui, I know you have a back road in your hands. When will you wait to come out and help me!"

Zhong Yue heard that the anger was born from her heart, but before she could refute, she coughed again.

There was a hint of impatience in Li Yan's eyes, but he got up and walked to him, absently helping him with the gas and pouring water.

He said, "Chonghui, I know what I said offends your taboos. But now Wang An is back. This time, the Zhang family led the disaster relief, and he has made great achievements. Do you want to look at them both like this? Is it pacing? "

If Li Yan was still the king who was suppressed everywhere by the fake prince who was standing in the righteousness of the day, he would not be as restless as he is now. However, ascending and falling, and having tasted the supreme right again lost, much more tormenting than not.

His patience was exhausted during the short rise and fall of imprisonment in the East Palace.

"Ahhhhhhh ..."

Zhong Yue closed her eyes tightly, hiding deep disappointment and hate in her eyes.

Where did Li Yan know that the Zhong family did not dare to give him any help in order for him to succeed in life and death.

Even if he had a back road, at this moment, he would not give Li Yan his hands foolishly.

This month's confinement was not only by Li Yan sobering from the hot rights, but also by Zhong Yue. He finally saw the true face of the man, lost that glamorous appearance, lost his prince's identity, and no one admired and followed by Li Yan, became selfish, incompetent, and ugly.