Xue Shu returned to his room and took out the jade ring from his clothes.

The jade ring rolled down the collar and stuck the tightened belt in the middle of the abdomen. When Xue Shu took it out, the cold jade ring had been stained with slightly warm body temperature. Although he knew it had nothing to do with Yin Chengyu, he still felt emotional when he held the slightly warm jade ring and thought of the white jade hands and sparkling eyes.

He slowly lowered his head and lightly touched the jade ring with his lips.

The ring surface was moist, smooth, and slightly warm, and felt like delicate skin. Xue Shu closed his eyes, and only the cold face remained in front of him. Sometimes it was cold and distant, and sometimes it was intimate and ambiguous, making it hard to understand, but he became more and more addicted to it, wanting to see another kind of charm hidden under that noble and cold face.

"Your Highness..."

Xue Shu called out in a low voice, feeling that some emotion in his heart had swelled to the extreme and was about to explode at any moment.

It made him happy and impatient, and also made the desire in his heart continue to grow.

I want to get closer, closer.

I want to possess him as my own and keep him safely.

That night, Xue Shu strung the jade ring with a red rope and hung it around his neck, close to his chest.

He never wore extra ornaments, and the slightly hard touch of the jade ring on his chest made him feel a little uncomfortable. But this discomfort reminded him all the time that His Highness treated him differently.

Hence, even from this discomfort, there was a hint of joy.

Xue Shu went to bed at dawn, but slept very soundly that night.

It was just that he hadn't had the dream for a long time.

The Yin Chengyu in the dream no longer had the noble glory of the Crown Prince of Dayan. He wore coarse linen clothes and looked thin and haggard. Only his upturned eyes still retained his innate noble pride.

He was dressed in a brocade robe, and was at the side of Emperor Longfeng. He was seen among the crowd, bowing his head and worshipping, and shouting "Long live the emperor".

His clothes were extremely thin, and his thin body was wrapped in a large and ill-fitting robe, which made him look even more ethereal. His long hair was tied up, and the loose hair that fell in front of his forehead was blown by the wind and snow, blurring his expression.

But in those black eyes that occasionally raised, something very deep and profound sprouted.

Xue Shu noticed that he glanced at him.

His heart was beating uncontrollably and his blood was boiling like never before.

He stared at him closely, but Yin Chengyu lowered his head again, as if he was just glancing at him casually and not paying any attention to him.

Xue Shu felt a little disappointed, but also secretly excited.

He couldn't help wanting to see him, to be closer to him.

He went to look for him in the deserted side hall, and Yin Chengyu seemed to be waiting for him.

He seemed to have deliberately changed into a more respectable set of clothes, but the pale color still revealed his unconcealable desolation, and every detail showed that he was no longer the prince who was once rich and noble.

Especially Xue Shu's noble and bright scarlet dragon robe made his situation even more miserable.

After many years, the two finally stood together, but things and people had changed and their circumstances were reversed.

The proud son of heaven fell into the dust, and no one came to ask questions.

He climbed out of the abyss of the mire, was ruthless and merciless, and finally held great power. He became a powerful and treacherous person in the eyes of the world. One day, he died a miserable death.

He tried his best, traveled through mountains and rivers, and finally walked step by step to him. Everything seemed to have changed, but it seemed that nothing had changed.

There was still a huge gap between them, and they could not see each other clearly.

Even the way Yin Chengyu looked at him was no different from the way he looked at others.

In his eyes, he is a treacherous and corrupt official who abuses his power, a despicable and dirty member of the eunuch clique, and a knife that can be used.

He was looking forward to meeting an old friend without knowing him. Yin Chengyu was alone and offered him all he had: "As long as the governor can help me return to the court, I will agree to any condition."

Xue Shu was hurt by his resolute look of desperate gamble.

The anger kept gushing out of his chest, making him want to kill someone.

But how could he hurt him?

So he laughed and deliberately asked him: "Any conditions are fine?"

Yin Chengyu hesitated for a moment, nodded, and personally released the beast that was imprisoned in his heart.

The ferocious beast broke out, bit his neck, tasted the blood, and accepted his conditions.

The bright red bite mark on the snow-white neck is like a contract.

From then on, he accompanied him to sink into the quagmire for a short time, and he became the sharpest knife in his hand, cutting off all obstacles for him, making him fall into eternal damnation and never regretting it even if he died.

…

When Xue Shu woke up, it was already bright outside.

He fumbled with the jade ring on his chest, breathing heavily.

Everything in the dream was too real. The violent and crazy emotions enveloped him and made him unable to control his desire to destroy and drag Yin Chengyu down with him.

The emotion was so strong that he was still frightened even after he came out of the dream.

He couldn't imagine what such a noble and proud person would look like after having his wings clipped and thrown into the mud.

Xue Shu held the jade ring tightly, until the cold jade ring was slightly warmed, his anxious mood gradually calmed down.

He let out a long breath and put the jade ring back carefully.

Thinking back to the lonely figure in the dream, I could hardly control my anger.

He couldn't tolerate the only color of snow being stained black, even if that person was himself.

When Xue Shu packed up and went to look for Yin Chengyu, he found out that he had already left the city.

Wen Ling was there to persuade them to reconcile, and all the patients in the land temple were sent to the leprosy hospital today. In the morning, the imperial physician and other doctors had already gone to the leprosy hospital to treat the patients.

At the same time, a relief shed was set up at the city gate. Not only did people donate porridge and rice, but a notice was also issued to recruit workers. Anyone who was in good health could participate in the construction of the pestilence shelter and the charity hall outside the city. In addition to the food they were supposed to have, each person could also receive ten cents a day in wages.

When Xue Shu arrived, there was already a long queue at the city gate.

The soldiers at the outermost circle were distributing cloths to cover their faces. All the people who came to line up had to receive a cloth to cover their mouths and noses. There were also a dozen doctors sitting in to see patients. Anyone who came forward to feel their pulse could go to the back of the line to receive two steamed buns and a bowl of vegetable porridge.

After the pulse was taken, if the person was healthy, he or she could go to the job recruitment office to pick up the list if he or she was willing. If the person was not healthy, they were divided into infected and healthy. The infected were sent to the quarantine center for treatment; those who were not infected but were sick could go to the Sian Cha Hall to get medicine for treatment, and they could leave on their own after they recovered.

It was already past noon when Xue Shu arrived, and more and more people were gathering at the city gate after hearing the news.

Some brave ones can't wait to queue up for a pulse check and to get porridge and rice, while others are still hesitating and waiting.

In order to allay the concerns of the people, Yin Chengyu also specially arranged for officers and soldiers with loud voices to shout repeatedly, trying to let all the people know that Zhou Weishan has been imprisoned, and the prince has come to provide disaster relief on behalf of the court and will not burn patients to death at will again.

Yin Chengyu stood on the city gate, watching everything unfold in an orderly manner below, with a slight smile in his eyes. He turned his head to the governor Jing Weishan beside him and said, "The disaster relief in the prefecture is now very effective. In the future, the other prefectures will follow Taiyuan's example. As long as the number of people infected with the disease does not increase, we can recruit famous doctors from all over the world and find a way to develop a cure. Then Shanxi's crisis can be resolved."

Jing Weishan nodded repeatedly, and looking at the orderly situation below, he was quite moved and looked encouraged.

During his years as the governor of Shanxi, he had no achievements to speak of, and he had no ambitions. With the powerful governor Zhou Weishan above him, good things were done by Zhou Weishan's cronies, and bad things were all done by them. They were also used to muddling through life.

But these days, he has been working under His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. The Crown Prince is relaxed and moderate in his work, and rewards and punishments are clear. I have implemented the proposed framework one by one, and now looking at the results of my hard work, I feel a little proud.

When he first entered the government through the imperial examination, who didn't have the ambition to serve the court and benefit the people? But his passion gradually cooled down in the hopeless future. Now that he followed the prince, he seemed to have regained his passion.

In fact, he was only forty-six years old, and he still had twenty-four years before retirement.

You don't have to seek to enter the inner cabinet, become a marquis or a prime minister. As long as you work diligently, it is not impossible to make further progress in the future.

After receiving the order, Jing Weishan hurried down from the city wall and ordered his men to pass the message to various prefectures.

Yin Chengyu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the people below the city wall. He cast a glance at Xue Shu who came over and asked, "Have you rested well?"

These days, Xue Shu not only ran around everywhere, but also had to take care of him. He went to bed late and got up early every day, so he must be very tired. This morning, he didn't see Xue Shu coming, and he didn't ask anyone to call him.

Xue Shu had not yet come out of the dream. Looking at him now, he could not help but compare him with the dream.

No matter how you look at it, it's still this person that makes him happy.

The noble young man of Dayan, his aura is as majestic as the clouds.

The cold moon must be in the sky to illuminate the dark night.

"Thank you for your consideration, Your Highness. I have rested well now." Xue Shu replied with his eyes closed.

"Then come with me back to the office. I'll report to you that there's urgent news from Datong." Yin Chengyu passed by him, his wide sleeves flying up, tangling with Xue Shu's robe for a moment, then quickly separated.

Xue Shu stared at him for a moment, then quickly followed.

When he returned to the office, the soldier who delivered the letter was already waiting in the hall, looking terrified and anxious.

"What happened?"

Yin Chengyu took the letter and opened it while speaking. After seeing the contents, the smile on his face disappeared completely. He threw the letter heavily on the table, his voice was cold, and he almost gritted his teeth: "Ridiculous!"

Xue Shu took the letter from the table, took a look at it, and his face turned ugly: "I will take people to chase them now. We must not let these patients flow into other places."

——An urgent letter from the Governor of Datong: There have been rumors in the past two days that the prince has sent troops to blockade the entire Shanxi Province and is preparing to massacre the city to prevent future troubles. The victims of the Datong disaster broke through the soldiers' defense line last night and fled to neighboring Shaanxi and Xuanfu, among whom there are many infected patients.

The author has something to say:

Gou Gou: I would definitely not do anything like what I dreamed of to Your Highness.

Big Dog :waste :)

PS: The original sentence of "The noble young man of Dayan, his air is as heavy as the clouds" comes from Li Bai's "The noble young man of Daliang, his air is as heavy as the clouds".