Yang Yanzong knelt for a whole day.

From early morning to noon and evening, from sun rising and moon setting, until the end of the next morning court session.

The place where he was kneeling was right next to the palace gate. The ground was made of hard, cold, water-polished blue bricks with no carpet. It was raining heavily, and the ground had long been damp from the palace servants and eunuchs coming in and out. Kneeling on the ground, his knees must have been as painful as being pricked by needles, right?

Su Ci stayed next to the large square tripod with charcoal burning inside. She half-knelt and half-sat on the thick carpet in the same position as at the beginning. But even so, after a long time, she still felt the ground was hard and cold, and she was shivering all over.

But Yang Yanzong kept his eyes on three feet in front of him, his back straight, and remained motionless.

Not long after Yang Yanzong finished speaking, the suffocating silence did not last long. A young eunuch hurriedly lifted the curtain and came in, hurriedly reporting that the imperial envoy Huang Shilong had an urgent letter to return to the court, and the man was currently waiting outside the imperial study.

Huang Shilong is the Right Prime Minister, the Second Assistant of the Cabinet, and the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. He is currently in the Northeast to quell disasters and provide relief to the people in accordance with the emperor's order. The important things that the old emperor had to deal with after recovering from his injury, in addition to counterattacking the various princes' palaces that were fighting each other in full swing, were the severe droughts in Pingzhou and Hanzhou. Huang Shilong was quite reliable, and the urgent news must be no trivial matter, so the old emperor got up and went immediately.

No one paid any attention to Yang Yanzong and Su Ci, who were left alone in the main hall of Shangyang Palace.

This is actually no different from the previous situation where the old emperor was facing the impending storm. Both are unresolved and very tormenting.

There is a butcher's knife hanging over your head, and you don't know whether it will fall or when it will fall.

It was too exhausting. If it hadn't come to this, you wouldn't have known how it felt. Every day felt like a year, and she was still hungry. Su Ci hadn't eaten three meals a day, not even a sip of water. The high mental tension couldn't offset the body's instinctive consumption. When she was so hungry that her chest was sticking to her back and she couldn't sleep, she couldn't help but think, should I kill him or not? If I was going to kill him, could I do it faster and let him die quickly?

It was difficult for her to change her posture and she only dared to shift her center of gravity slightly. Although her posture was much better than Yang Yanzong's, in fact she was just sitting, but her knees and calves were on the ground, and if she didn't move for a long time, she would feel numb and itchy as if ants were on her body, which was very uncomfortable.

She quickly moved while no one was paying attention, and then she felt much better.

After enduring a whole day like this, the results finally came out after the morning court session the next day!

Sun Shiping lifted the curtain, stood condescendingly in front of the jade steps, and said coldly: "General Yang, go to the imperial study immediately."

The Imperial Chamberlain, the barometer of the Emperor's preferences, had lost his usual friendly attitude towards Su Ci, as if that had never happened. He was neither positive nor negative, neither cold nor hot, and had returned to his initial arrogant attitude.

Yang Yanzong was called to the imperial study. He stood up slowly. His blood circulation was extremely poor. When he finally stood up and took a step, he staggered. Su Ci hurried over to support him.

She looked up at him. His face had turned a little blue after being blown by the cold wind at the palace gate all night and all day, but his expression remained motionless. His deep eyes were so dark that no one could see the bottom. He squeezed Su Ci's hand imperceptibly, then let go and followed Sun Shiping.

He walked a little slowly at first, but soon his steps became steady.

It was not until the two of them lifted the door curtain and their figures disappeared that Su Ci breathed a sigh of relief. Oh my god, even though she had previously given up on herself and complained about wanting to kill faster, when it actually came to this, her heart was still beating wildly.

Amituofo, Hallelujah.

Please!

She couldn't help but think, since the old emperor didn't just order them to be executed, could it be a sign that things were looking up?

Right?

Is that really true? !

The answer is: Yes.

…

That morning, it was still raining heavily, and Yang Yanzong Su Ci received the old emperor's oral order: "Let them go back!"

The wet and cold rain in early spring and the blowing wind made people shiver from the heart to the lungs. Su Ci supported Yang Yanzong and pressed his left forehead with a handkerchief with one hand as they boarded the carriage leaving the palace.

When they came, they were led by a large group of eunuchs and followed by imperial guards. When they left, there were only two people.

Su Ci didn't take any of the rewards that he had left in Deqing Palace.

Of course, she didn't care.

She has endless money to spend, and she will never be short of money anyway.

It's good to be able to leave.

Yang Yanzong won the bet! ! !

After a series of psychological warfare, the old emperor considered it all night and finally accepted Yang Yanzong's hidden knife!

Fortunately, he is here this time!

After getting on the carriage, the wheels rumbled as it finally drove out of the palace gate. She lifted the curtain and saw the palace with its golden tiles and red walls gradually getting farther and farther away. Only then did she feel her back getting cold and her undershirt was soaked with cold sweat.

The imperial power is at his fingertips, and he has to face it personally. The pressure is greater than a mountain!

Su Ci was afraid that she would not be able to go back. After all, there was no reason for a good doctor to be given to the Sixth Prince even if the old emperor himself did not need him.

Fortunately, fortunately Yang Yanzong held on!

Su Ci had never considered staying in the palace. The old emperor was over seventy years old this year, and as far as she could remember, he had never lived past eighty.

It's safer to follow Boss Yang. Besides, she has her parents, sister and her whole family to support. It's obvious to anyone from both camps that it will be difficult for both sides to be well off in the end.

Of course she has to stand together with her family.

She knelt on the low couch and bandaged the wound on Yang Yanzong's head. It was caused by being hit by a cup. The Six Princes were well-informed and were not fools. In order to implement their plan, they naturally staged a drama.

Su Ci was also involved. It was similar to the previous part. She insisted on marrying Yang Yanzong and taking credit for her achievements. The emperor was furious, but he was concerned that there were six princes' mansions behind Su Ci. He could not ignore the negative impact that the other party would take the opportunity to spread the reputation of being mean and ungrateful and killing the life-saving doctor as soon as her injury healed. In the end, all the penicillin and medical equipment in Su Ci's hands were left, Yang Yanzong was beaten with the cane forty times, and the two were driven out of the palace.

I will give a brief description here, but the process is actually quite realistic. Anyway, since it has been done, there is no way the old emperor could leave any loopholes. He knew that there would be spies near Shangyang Palace, and he also had spies in the princes' palaces. They are all the same.

Yang Yanzong pressed his forehead and closed his eyes, his eyes pondering the past and the future. He noticed Su Ci's actions and asked, "What's wrong?"

"My underwear is a little wet."

The walls of the carriage were thin and the wind was blowing. It was so cold that she couldn't help but shrink her neck.

Yang Yanzong: "Take it off."

He said this naturally. They had already done that, and it was really cold. Su Ci thought about it, and finally couldn't resist the feeling of coldness penetrating into her heart. She turned her back to the end of the couch, unbuttoned her outer shirt, and took off her inner shirt and bib.

Yang Yanzong took off his coat and put it on her. Su Ci quickly pulled it together before lowering her head to take it off.

There were rustling sounds, and although she was covered by her outer coat, she could always reveal a little bit of her snow-white neck and shoulders. The carriage was not very big, and Yang Yanzong sat on the edge of the couch, quietly looking at her.

——In fact, she could choose to accept the imperial decree. The old emperor had no intention of doing anything to her. He was even kind to her at the beginning. She took the opportunity to accept the imperial decree and marry a prince. It was a simple life and she got away with it.

There is absolutely no need to accompany him on the edge of life and death.

But the girl chose to stand with him without hesitation, and Yang Yanzong didn't even give her any special instructions beforehand. Her reaction was so immediate, and she threw the baton so accurately, and she stood on the same side with him without any hesitation.

Yang Yanzong's eyes were deep.

He stared at Su Ci for a long while, unable to tell what he felt in his heart. Finally, he thought, if that was the case, he would just forgive her for being a little dishonest. Anyway, they would be married soon, and after marriage, she should be honest.

Su Ci quickly took off her wet underwear and coat, deftly packed them into a small package that made it hard to tell what they were, threw them aside, gathered her hair and clothes, turned around, and happened to meet Yang Yanzong's deep and unpredictable look. She was curious: "What's the matter?"

"Nothing, are you cold?"

Su Ci put on Yang Yanzong's coat and adjusted the overlong sleeves. The innermost piece was now a padded jacket. It was a little big because it didn't fit her body well. She always felt empty, but overall it was much better than before. "A little bit, but I'll be home soon!"

The carriage was very small, and the two of them sat next to each other. Yang Yanzong held her small hand in his palm with his backhand and slowly held it in his palm to warm it. He had just received forty strokes of the cane, but apart from his slightly slower movements, he did not seem to have any other hindrances.

Su Ci's chin was pointed, and her face was a little blue from the cold, but her eyes were still full of expectation and joy. She had long forgotten about the handsome guy, but she was still a little worried. After finally coming out, she finally remembered to worry about her family. She sniffed and asked hurriedly, "How is home? How is it?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Yanzong lifted the curtain a little and asked Azhao.

Azhao and Akang took turns driving the carriage to wait on Tongtian Street. Today was no exception. As soon as they saw someone coming out, they hurriedly drove to pick him up. Today it was Azhao. Azhao hurriedly reported: "Master, there is nothing wrong at home, and there is nothing wrong at the Su family. Captain Su and the second and third sons are stationed in the camp. Everything is normal. It's just that the master and his wife, as well as Mrs. Su and Miss Su, are extremely anxious and worried."

That's good!

Su Ci looked through the opened curtain. The palace was no longer visible and there were only unfamiliar houses nearby. "How long will it take to get there?"

But there was no need for Azhao to answer. Considering the distance traveled and the speed of the carriage, it would be good enough if we could get home in the evening.

Azhao said the same thing.

Yang Yanzong said succinctly: "Speed ​​up!"

"yes!"

…

The sound of horse hooves was rapid and loud, and the small carriage finally returned to Suiping at the end of the afternoon, returning to the garrison camp in the western suburbs.

When I got off the car, the rain stopped, the wind blew away the dark clouds, and a ray of bright light came down.

All the previous emotions in Su Ci's heart seemed to be dispelled at once. She felt down-to-earth and suddenly became cheerful.

"Mother! Sister!!"

She shouted loudly and ran over quickly.

Except for the men like Su Di, Yang Yanxin and Yang Yanzhen who were staying in the barracks for eating, drinking and sleeping, all the other family members rushed out to welcome them home as soon as they heard the news. Chen lost one of her shoes while running, and the other embroidered shoe was splashed with mud and water on the shoe surface and the hem of her skirt. She and Su Yan ran over one after another and hugged Su Ci. The mother and daughter were overjoyed, and Chen laughed and cried.

"Finally I'm back, finally I'm back!!"

Su Yan's eyes were also a little hot, but she said, "Mom, don't cry, isn't it good for your sister to come back?"

"Yes, yes, that's great. I won't cry, I won't cry." Chen wiped her eyes hard.

Su Ci hugged her mother and sister one by one. Even Su Rong nodded and smiled. After calming down her excitement, she quickly turned her head to look at Yang Yanzong.

The family members came out to greet them for nearly a mile and were now walking back hand in hand. At the door, they saw Yang Chongying standing outside the gate, supported by his personal soldiers. It had rained for more than a day and the yellow mud road in the camp was muddy. Everyone had lost their shoes and the road was muddy. They didn't even have warm coats on and were returning home to tidy up.

Yang Yanzong ordered his personal soldiers to carry Yang Chongying in quickly. He had sharp ears and eyes, and he glanced sideways at the horses galloping towards him, then retracted his gaze and looked back at Su Ci.

——Waiting outside the palace gate with Azhao were people from the Sixth Prince's Mansion. After picking up Yang Yanzong and Su Ci, some of them rode fast horses back to the palace to report.

The Sixth Prince immediately sent someone to call Yang Yanzong.

Yang Yanzong whispered a few words to his mother, asking her to go in and take care of his father. He then gave Azhao a few brief instructions, put on his coat, and walked quickly to Su Ci.

Su Ci raised her eyes and looked back at the Sixth Prince's Palace riders galloping towards them, then she turned around and looked at Yang Yanzong inquiringly.

There were so many people around that Yang Yanzong didn't say anything.

Although the Sixth Prince's Palace still had an important and tough battle to fight, it was obvious that the most difficult hurdle had been passed, and his face turned from gloomy to relaxed.

His eyes were deep but calm, and he seemed confident enough, which made Su Ci feel at ease. The slight worry that had just arisen in her mind disappeared, and she felt cheerful again.

"Are you going to the Sixth Prince's Palace?"

"Um."

Yang Yanzong responded, quickly straightened his coat, looked up at Su Ci, and patted her icy cheek: "Hurry back to the room and wait for me."

Go back to the room?

Wait for you?

What do you mean? What are you waiting for?

He's not going to come back and sneak into her room again, is he? Come on, brother, this won’t work. I’ve already gone home! ! !

Su Ci's eyes widened instantly, and Yang Yanzong finally curled the corners of his lips and smiled. Her reactions were always so energetic.

He didn't say anything more. After that, he quickly took the reins handed to him by A Zhao, jumped on the horse, and rode away with the whip.

The rapid sound of horses' horses trampled the mud. Su Ci hurriedly looked over and saw that the man came and went like the wind, leaving only his back.

Su Ci: “…”