Chu Yuanchen was dressed in a moon-white robe and a white jade belt around his waist. He had a brilliant smile and his cheeks were a little thin, but his aura was clear and peaceful and he looked energetic.

Sheng Xiyan was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked in and closed the door of the small study room with her backhand.

She looked at him and asked a stupid question: "Did you sneak into the capital again?"

Then the second sentence: "You won't get hurt again, will you?"

Chu Yuanchen chuckled, stood up from behind the desk and walked towards her.

One step, two steps, three steps.

The distance between them was getting closer and closer, so close that Sheng Xiyan could see every one of his eyelashes.

When she met his sparkling peach blossom eyes, Sheng Xiyan's mind went blank for a moment, and even her breathing stopped.

"I'm back."

Chu Yuanchen said these four words with a smile on his face.

He restrained his usual nonchalant look, and these four simple words revealed his extreme seriousness.

Sheng Xiyan's heart beat faster. Feeling his warm breath so close to her, she avoided his gaze uncomfortably.

After a while, she raised her little face and looked at him again, smiling and saying, "Welcome back."

Chu Yuanchen's eyes were bright.

He calmed himself down and said seriously, "Ayan, would you mind going out of the city with me?"

What is Ah Yan? Sheng Xiyan blinked. No one had ever called her that before. If it weren't for the fact that she and he were the only ones here, Sheng Xiyan would have almost thought he was calling someone else.

She reacted a little slowly: "Now?"

"Now." Chu Yuanchen said directly, "Someone is sick, I'm afraid he's not doing well."

He sighed, somewhat helplessly: "I have consulted several doctors along the way, but none of them worked. The people from the Ministry of Rites did say that we could ask the emperor to send an imperial physician, but I don't believe him."

When I was in Yizhou, officials from the Ministry of Rites came to contact me, and it was inevitable that I would know that someone was seriously ill.

Sheng Xiyan only asked: "Is the person outside the city?"

Chu Yuanchen nodded: "For the time being, they are placed in a manor near the capital."

They were supposed to stay at the post station, but Chu Yuanchen took a few people and went ahead to the outskirts of Beijing.

After settling the people, he came to find Sheng Xiyan.

Sheng Xiyan hesitated for a moment. It was curfew now and she shouldn't just walk around. But when she thought about it, Chu Yuanchen had managed to get to her study room silently, so there probably wasn't anything that could stump him.

Sheng Xiyan put the silver needle into her sleeve pocket, poured herself a glass of water, and said, "Let's go. But, let's make it clear that I'm not very good at treating external injuries." She hadn't studied this part yet.

"It's a fever. It's been almost seven days. The fever is very high, and the cough is constant. Some people even cough up blood." Chu Yuanchen briefly described the condition and raised his eyebrows. "I thought, Ah Yan, you are so smart and have good medical skills, you must have a way, so I came to find you."

Sheng Xiyan was happy, with eyes narrowed.

Chu Yuanchen said pitifully again: "I'm thirsty, is there any water?"

Without thinking, Sheng Xiyan handed over the cup of water that was about to touch her lips: "I put plums and honey in it. It tastes sour and sweet. It's delicious and thirst-quenching."

How could his little girl be so cute! Chu Yuanchen took it and drank it in one gulp.

There must be mint leaves in the water, which made it refreshing and cool, and relieved a lot of the thirst from the long journey. He handed the cup back to her and said, "Let's go."

Sheng Xiyan blinked, looked at the empty cup, and almost wanted to slap herself. Her hand was too disobedient. Why did she give the cup away when she hadn't even drunk it yet?

She put the cup away depressedly, and quickly left a letter for Xigui. Just when she was about to ask how to get there, Chu Yuanchen had already climbed out the window skillfully, and then stretched out his hand to her.

Sheng Xiyan stared at the half-open window. She had never done anything so outrageous in her two lifetimes combined. Her heart beat fast and her eyes showed a hint of eagerness.

She hesitantly held the hand he extended to her. His palm was rough and covered with filaments, and it rubbed against her delicate palm, making it a little itchy. It was a hand that often wielded swords and guns, broad, thick and warm.

"Come down, you won't fall."

Such a simple sentence dispelled the last trace of doubt in Sheng Xiyan's heart.

She took his hand and stepped decisively over the window.

Chu Yuanchen used his palm to support most of her weight, and placed his other hand on her waist, helping her land safely on the ground.

Sheng Xiyan's heart suddenly dropped to the ground, and she asked eagerly, "And then?"

"Excuse me."

Chu Yuanchen grabbed her slender waist with his right hand and jumped up with her.

"rest assured."

Before Sheng Xiyan could react, her feet had already landed on the roof, and the next thing she did was leap into the air and run on walls.

The sky is bright and the stars are sparse tonight. A cool breeze blows across her face, ruffling her hair. The hem of her skirt also moves in the wind, and the corners of her clothes flutter.

Her almond-shaped eyes were wide open, but there was no panic in them.

Even though she had never been in a situation like this before, with her feet not touching the ground, the words "don't worry" made her believe from the bottom of her heart that Chu Yuanchen would not let her fall.

As if sensing her gaze, Chu Yuanchen turned his head and looked over. What he saw was unconditional trust in her eyes.

The corners of his mouth curled up, and he was about to speak when he suddenly realized that his right palm was holding her soft waist. His palm froze at that moment, his palm felt hot, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

He almost stumbled and quickly turned his head away, focusing on his luck.

If he really fell down, he would be so embarrassed.

Sheng Xiyan tilted her head, showing a little confusion.

It was quite quiet, so quiet that her mouth felt dry.

It was all his fault for drinking up all his water. Sheng Xiyan thought about it for a while and asked for something to talk about: "Why are you waiting for me in the study?"

"The light in the study is still on," Chu Yuanchen said, "There are some unorganized transcripts on your desk. I think you will be here soon."

He had stayed at the Sheng family for a few days and had some understanding of her daily routine and habits. She didn't like to make a mess on her desk and had to tidy it up before going to rest every day.

"What if you guessed wrong?" Sheng Xiyan asked.

"will not."

Chu Yuanchen said it with certainty.

He brought her to a rooftop. In front of them was the city wall. There were always people patrolling the wall, so Chu Yuanchen needed to observe it.

He turned around and saw her staring at him curiously, her almond-shaped eyes clear and bright, as if she could see through all the filth in the world.

In front of her, I, a man who had crawled out of a mountain of corpses and bones, struggling for a glimmer of life, looked a little miserable.

Chu Yuanchen raised his left palm and gently covered her eyes. He could feel her eyelashes trembling slightly under his palm, making his palm itchy.

Sheng Xiyan didn't move, but just asked, "What's wrong?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt as if she was floating in the air. After moving for a while, she finally felt grounded again.

Chu Yuanchen released the hand covering her eyes, smiled as if nothing had happened, and said, "We are leaving the city."

Sheng Xiyan turned her head to look at the tall city wall behind them. They were now under the city wall and could see soldiers walking around on it. Their position should be in a blind spot, so they were not discovered.

Originally, she wondered if there might be a secret passage or something, or if it would take some effort to get out, but she didn't expect it to be so easy!

Too, too, too awesome!

There seemed to be a light in her eyes.

"Where to go next?" she asked.

Chu Yuanchen put his fingers to his lips and made a slight whooshing sound. In the dark night, the whooshing sound was like the buzzing of insects.

A black horse with four snow-white hooves came from not far away. It walked close to the city wall, with its entire body hidden in the shadow of the wall.

"Wu Ti, come here."

Chu Yuanchen waved his hand, and the horse ran faster when it saw its master, but the sound of its hooves was still almost inaudible, and its steps were light and steady.

Sheng Xiyan looked at the horse with burning eyes and asked, "Its name is Wuti."

Chu Yuanchen nodded and touched the horse's head.

Sheng Xiyan: “…”

A horse with a pitch-black body and snow-white hooves is called Wuti Taxue. The name Wuti is really convenient.

She looked at the horse's sleek mane, rummaged through her purse, found a piece of maltose, and handed it to him, "Do you want some?"

Chu Yuanchen was about to say "yes" when she found out that the maltose was for horses. The key point was that her silly horse turned its head away, not only refused to eat it, but also snorted at her.

"You don't want to eat it?" Sheng Xiyan looked disappointed. "I made it myself."

The green-eared one I made for Yange'er, he loves it so much!

"Eat!" Chu Yuanchen said affirmatively, patting the horse's head gently twice.

It doesn't even have anything to eat, and it still doesn't appreciate it, what a stupid horse!

Wu Ti looked at his master with his beautiful eyes, then sniffed the maltose on Sheng Xiyan's palm, rolled the candy into his mouth with his tongue, and began to chew.

Sheng Xiyan carefully raised her hand and touched her head, and was immediately satisfied.

"Let's go."

Chu Yuanchen said something, and he once again grabbed her slender waist, put one foot on the stirrup, and jumped onto the horse's back with her.

Chu Yuanchen pulled the reins and lightly pinched the horse's belly. The black-tied horse immediately understood its master's intention and quickened its pace.

Chu Yuanchen took advantage of the gap when the patrol was on the city wall. He first rode his horse close to the wall and then used trees to cover his figure.

Not until they were some distance away from the city wall and could see pedestrians on the road who were hurrying on their way overnight did Chu Yuanchen pat the horse's head, and the black hoof immediately quickened its pace, leaping up on all fours like a flash of black lightning.

The speed of Wu Ti was fast and steady. Even though Sheng Xiyan had never ridden a horse before, she didn't feel too bumpy. The cool breeze blowing on her face made her squint her eyes comfortably.

Above her head has always been the square wall of the inner house. She never knew that climbing over eaves and walls, and riding a horse at full speed, could be so unrestrained and enjoyable.

Sheng Xiyan's hands were itching, and she quickly touched Wuti's mane.

Along the way, Chu Yuanchen told her about the patient's condition.

He was a general of the Northern Frontier Army, and this time he came to the capital with Chu Yuanchen.

"A few days ago, when we were on the road, it suddenly rained heavily. We couldn't find a place to take shelter. Later, many people had a cough. It would have gone away after a few days, and no one paid much attention to it. Unexpectedly, Ji Mingyang suddenly developed a high fever, which could not be stopped, and it became more and more severe. Later, he was already a little confused due to the fever. When it was serious, his hands and feet were twitching."

"In addition to the fever, he also had a persistent cough and later coughed up blood. Since yesterday, he has been wheezing even more. We were all worried that he would suffocate and never be able to catch his breath again."

Chu Yuanchen frowned in thought and said, "We have consulted several doctors along the way, and they all said it was lung heat."

Knowing that it would be dangerous for him to rush when he was so sick, Chu Yuanchen had no choice but to take a chance and go ahead to bring him to the capital.

"Lung heat?"

Sheng Xiyan raised her eyebrows and asked seriously, "How many days has he been burning?"

Chu Yuanchen said with certainty: "Six days. He started to twitch on the fourth day, and by yesterday, he was confused."

If he had no other choice, he would not have run to find Sheng Xiyan at night and brought her out secretly.

"If it's lung heat, it's troublesome." Especially since it's been so many days, and it sounds like the condition is very serious. Sheng Xiyan frowned even more, and carefully recalled the contents of the medical book. Suddenly, he remembered something and asked hurriedly, "What was the name of that person you just mentioned?"

"Ji Mingyang." Chu Yuanchen raised his eyebrows, "Do you recognize him?"

He just asked casually. Ji Mingyang had been in the northern border. It was said that he had only been to the capital once before. It was impossible for Sheng Xiyan to recognize him.

Sheng Xiyan shook her head and said, "I don't recognize him."

But she had heard of this name!

In the previous life, after the fall of the Zhenbei Palace, it was Ji Mingyang who led some people of the Northern Frontier Army to lie in ambush, occupy the land and become the king. He also brought in a group of old subordinates of the Zhenbei Palace, forming a considerable force. They opposed the court in everything. The emperor issued orders to suppress them several times in the name of suppressing bandits, but each time he returned in vain.

Later, he captured Jiang Ting, cut off Jiang Ting's limbs one by one, and threw him into the wilderness to feed the wolves while he was still alive. Jiang Ting wailed for a whole day and night before he died. Not only that, he also cut off the neck of Jiang Yunyi, who had changed his surname to Jiang at that time, and threw him into a mass grave. People said that he was bloodthirsty and cruel, and he did not care about the kindness of the Zhenbei Palace at all. He even killed the husband and young son of Princess Jingle. Jiang Yunyi was the only remaining bloodline of the Chu family.

Logically speaking, Ji Mingyang should still be alive and well in a few years, and not die so early, right?

Sheng Xiyan felt relieved, thinking that even if he had lung heat, he would not die.

However, her luck vanished after she saw the real person.

Ji Mingyang was placed in a small village near the capital. When Sheng Xiyan saw him, his whole body was burning like a stove, he was still talking nonsense, and his chest was rising and falling so fast and sharply that people were afraid that he would choke at any time. His forehead was covered with sweat and he looked very uneasy.

This doesn't look good at first glance.

Sheng Xiyan's heart skipped a beat. Before she had time to think about it, how come he could live for at least several more years in his previous life, but now he was dying and could die at any moment? Her fingers had already touched his pulse.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

Sheng Xiyan continued to do this for several breaths before stopping. With his brows tightly knitted together, he took two steps back and said, "It's tuberculosis. And it's very serious. It's not easy to hold on until now. I'm afraid..."

She shook her head secretly in her heart.

Although these words were not spoken out loud, everyone around could hear them clearly.

I'm afraid Ji Mingyang won't survive another day or two.

"Everyone got caught in the rain, but he got this sick." A young man in his twenties pounded the edge of the bed in frustration. "It's just a rain attack, how can it not be cured?"

They were in the northern frontier, fighting several times and coming back alive with wounds all over their bodies. How could he die just by being caught in the rain?

They had fought in the battlefields and died on horseback, they had long since thrown their lives behind them. However, they did not die under the enemy's swords, but instead died inexplicably in the rain. This is really hard to accept.

The young man couldn't help but glance at Sheng Xiyan. The prince had just said that he was going to find a miracle doctor, and he was full of expectations. He didn't expect that the person he found would be such a little girl.

"Do you know how to treat a disease? Don't pretend to know and talk nonsense!"

"My Lord, I will go to the capital early tomorrow morning and bring a few doctors with me."

They had already searched for doctors in nearby towns, and they all said the same thing, but he still wasn't satisfied.

Chu Yuanchen shouted in a slightly cold voice: "Han Qianzhi!"

Another older person quickly pulled him back and said, "Qianzhi, stop yelling..."

“Cough cough cough!”

Ji Mingyang, who was lying on the couch, suddenly had a violent cough. The coughing sounds came one after another, and a buzzing sound came from his chest. Every cough seemed to cough out his lungs. The more he coughed, the more he gasped, and the more he gasped, the more he coughed.

Everyone around was suddenly panicked. Han Qianzhi didn't have time to say anything. Fearing that he would convulse, he leaned over and held down his limbs.

But then, a loud "cough" was heard, and a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out of his mouth, splashing all over Han Qianzhi's body and face.

"Ming Yang!" Chu Yuanchen's breath paused for a beat.

Han Qianzhi was simply dumbfounded. He didn't even bother to wipe the blood off his face. He shouted in panic, "Brother Ji! Brother Ji! Don't die!"

Ji Mingyang's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his breath was almost cut off. His lips were pale, and the blood at the corner of his mouth was even more glaring.

He is dying...

Sheng Xiyan had already taken out the silver needle from her sleeve pocket, walked over quickly, and said, "Get out of the way."

Han Qianzhi seemed unaware, Chu Yuanchen grabbed his collar and threw him backwards: "Don't get in the way."

Han Qianzhi wanted to say something else.

Sheng Xiyan picked up a silver needle, took a deep breath and concentrated her mind, then steadily inserted it into Ji Mingyang's lung point. The silver needle moved without wind, making a slight buzzing sound, and trembled for nearly three breaths before it came to rest.

Seeing this, she breathed a sigh of relief and then got the second shot.

Each of Sheng Xiyan's injections was quick and steady. After three injections, Ji Mingyang's cough was immediately relieved.

He lay on the couch with his eyes closed. The rise and fall of his chest gradually calmed down and his breathing became slightly smoother.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Sheng Xiyan's forehead.

She had just learned this set of needlework when she was reading her grandfather's notes. If Ji Mingyang hadn't been in such a critical situation, she wouldn't have dared to use it casually. Fortunately, she didn't embarrass her grandfather!

Han Qianzhi's eyes widened in shock, simply unable to believe it.

The man who was on the verge of death just now was saved by her with just three injections.

Everyone else couldn't help but look at her. The prince said he was going to find a miracle doctor, and it turned out that he really was a miracle doctor!

Han Qianzhi almost wanted to slap himself in the face. He actually dared to doubt the words of the prince and even questioned the miracle doctor.

Chu Yuanchen passed a handkerchief to Sheng Xiyan, who took it and wiped the sweat off her forehead without thinking, saying casually, "Xigui..."

Her voice stopped abruptly, and she silently put down her hand, looking at the unfamiliar plain green handkerchief in front of her.

She thought it was Xigui, and forgot that Xigui didn't follow her!

She wiped the sweat off her face with all her might, stuffed the handkerchief into her sleeve pocket, and went to take Ji Mingyang's pulse. Her mind was so focused on him that she didn't notice that Han Qianzhi and others were looking at her in astonishment, and then at Chu Yuanchen.

Chu Yuanchen's action of handing over the handkerchief was too skillful and too natural. They all knew that the prince had just arranged a marriage in Beijing. Could it be that this miracle doctor was the future prince's consort?

Seeing what they were thinking, Chu Yuanchen nodded slightly.

Before they could recover from their shock, Sheng Xiyan had already put down the hand that was holding the pulse and frowned even more.

"Crown Prince..." Han Qianzhi almost called her Crown Prince's Consort by mistake, and quickly changed his words, "Can you save him?"

Sheng Xiyan shook her head.

Tuberculosis is the most troublesome disease, especially since he is already seriously ill. Even if my grandfather were here, I am afraid he would not be able to be saved.

The light that had just appeared in Han Qianzhi's eyes went out.

Unlike his previous doubts, after seeing Sheng Xiyan's superb acupuncture skills, he has completely recognized her medical skills.

She said it's incurable, and probably it really is incurable.

Ji Mingyang's complexion improved slightly, but he still looked dejected. The three silver needles on his body were holding on to his last bit of life.

Chu Yuanchen asked: "Is it really impossible to save him?"

He was not questioning, nor was he forcing anyone, he was just calmly confirming the matter.

No matter whether Sheng Xiyan said "yes" or "no", he believed her.

Meeting his peach blossom eyes that were full of trust, Sheng Xiyan lowered her eyelids slightly.

He was the first person to praise her medical skills and the first person to believe in her, and she didn't want to let him down.

She lowered her head and thought hard, replaying the countless medical books she had read in her mind one by one, and then tried hard to recall every word her grandfather said when he taught her medicine.

Her head was swollen and aching slightly.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she said, "There is a way, maybe we can try it!"

When she said the word "try", her eyes sparkled with light, brighter than the stars in the night sky.