By decree and pro

Chapter 14 Usman

Helian Wuluo didn't have time to say "I want to chew" when he saw Yan take the medicine.

Yan took a deep breath.Not to mention that this medicine is quite effective, I feel better in my stomach after swallowing it.

"Don't eat so much next time." Helian Uro said.

"Don't you eat a lot too." Yan glared at him.

"I have a big appetite." Helian Uro sighed, "That's why the tower of priests kicked me out."

"what?"

"I am a crow spirit warlock, the lowest priest," Helen Uro said with a smile, "At least I can eat enough to come here."

"You have been deceived." Yan shook his head, "The canteen here is not open every day."

"what?"

"But the meal you ate just now can last for three days, no problem." Yan straightened his waist and said, "Okay, I'm going back to the dining hall."

"Do you still want to eat?"

"Go to take a seat for Ilya." Yan waved his hand, "I don't have any appetite right now."

When Yan returned to the dining hall, Ilya had already arrived and was looking for him everywhere.

"Yan, why is your face so ugly?" Ilya worriedly held Yan's hand, "The palm of your hand is also cold, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm just full." Yan looked at Ilya, "Sit down and eat quickly, and leave me alone."

"You..." Ilya was still about to say something, when he saw Helian Uro walk in, heading straight for Yan.

"Yan, Ilya." Helian Uro also took the initiative to say hello.

"Why are you still following me?" Yan said, regretting that he was too kind before, seeing him lost, no, he didn't get lost, how did they catch up in the first place.

Yan suddenly lost his memory.

The only thing he remembered was that Helian Uro helped him wash his hair with water.

So the kind person is Helian Uro?

"They asked me to find a place to sleep by myself." Helian Uro looked embarrassed, "But I don't know where to go? There are people in every tent."

"Go to my place." Without waiting for Ilya to refuse, Yan Bin said, "It's not that there is an empty tent in my place, it's just that it's badly broken."

"It's better to have a tent than not to have one," Helian Uro nodded happily, "Finally, I don't have to sleep in the open air."

Sleeping in the open air, waking up in the morning is either covered in frozen sand, or some drunkard urinated on me.

Ilya gently pulled Yan's arm, and whispered dissatisfiedly: "What's the matter with you? You are so kind to a warlock. You didn't even give him a good face when Hua Peacock came to you before."

"Hua Peacock has no good intentions in looking for me. He's different. I think he's just here to make a living." Yan said, "It's better to have many friends than many enemies in this kind of place."

"Do you really think so?" Ilya felt that Yan was taking this person too lightly, it was completely unlike what he would do, it was almost like... possessed by a demon.

However, the Crow Spirit Warlock is very good at communicating. To put it bluntly, he is very good at watching people order food. He is very good at talking. I don’t know what he said, but he said it in Yan’s heart, otherwise Yan would not know Less than half a day and people are so friendly.

Elijah resisted the uneasiness in his heart, and decided to follow Yan every step of the way.

When the group returned to the camp, Yan pointed to the half-collapsed tent on the opposite side and said, "That's it, you can tidy it up yourself, it can still be used."

"Thank you." Helian Uro went over there.

Yan and Ilya returned to their tent. When they first arrived, the roof was also crooked, and it looked like it was about to collapse. The beams they erected again made the tent look good.

The furniture in the tent is very simple, a charcoal stove with a pot for boiling water, and two bunks on the left and right, with two sheets directly spread in the sand.

Elijah also found a lot of hay to pad the ground with.

"You vomited after dinner, it's not good for your stomach, let me boil you some water to drink." Ilya lit the stove, Yan sat on his bed, flipping through a crumpled Xiliang children's book.He had to learn Xiliang characters in order to understand the obscure scrolls about Shiqi.

A dead tree branch, a piece of sand, after a few glances at the book, Yan picked up the branch and learned to write Xiliang characters.

"The sheep on the hillside are like clouds in the sky, white..." This is a nursery rhyme, and it's quite interesting for Yan to read it.

Ilya opened the curtain when the water boiled, and secretly looked at the opposite camp. Unexpectedly, Helian Uro's movements were quite fast. The collapsed tent had been opened again, and there was faint candlelight inside.

Ilya turned around and poured the boiled water into a bowl, intending to make some stomach-warming tea for Yan, but when she looked up, she saw that Yan had fallen asleep holding a book.

"Again..." Yan fell asleep so fast that he fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

Maybe it's because I'm too tired during the day, Yan has much more things to do than Ilya.

Because Yan doesn't leave all the dirty work to his helpers like other beast fighters.Yan finished his work, and often helped Ilya run errands.

This made Ilya feel that Yan was really different from other princes and nobles.

Ilya grabbed some sand and extinguished the fire in the stove, put the pot away, and when he got up and wanted to go to the bedside to help Yan take off his shoes and socks, someone opened the curtain and walked in.

"You..." Ilya turned around and saw that it was Helian Uro, and when he was about to ask him why he came in without asking, a stone hit his acupuncture point quickly and hard.

Elijah fell limply to the ground and lost consciousness.

Helian Uro walked to Yan's side, knelt down, and smiled slightly as he saw Yan sleeping soundly without defense.

Helen Uro reached out to take off Yan's shoes and socks, shook off the sand inside, and put them aside.Then he covered Yan with a coarse quilt, his movements were very gentle, especially when he reached out to put Yan's head on the straw pillow, his fingers seemed to be stroking a piece of feather, without waking Yan at all.

"Yan," Helian Uro said, lying down beside Yan, looking at him, "I miss you."

The moonlight shrouded the dry riverbed, and a team of nearly 2000 horses and horses snaked a thin long line in the river.

The leading flag has red letters on a black background, embroidered with a large "Swallow" character, this is the team of Dayan envoy to Xiliang.

The convoy is not far from Danyang, the capital of the Xiliang Kingdom, even if you walk with your eyes closed, you can reach the gate of the city covered by dry clouds in less than three days.

But I don't know what kind of sorcery, the closer the convoy is to Danyang City, the troubles come one after another.

First, I got lost for no reason, and I was still in the same place in the huge river valley. Later, I found out that the compass was broken.

After walking out of the labyrinth-like river valley, for some reason, people began to vomit and diarrhea, even cattle, horses, and camels were not spared. Seeing that no matter whether they were people or livestock, they all looked like their legs were stretched, the convoy had to stop. Set up camp in the ground to find out the cause of the disease.

The three imperial physicians who accompanied them were too busy. They checked everything from food, drink, and use, but they couldn't find anything in the end, so they could only bow their heads and say: "Maybe it's because of the long journey, I'm tired."

This made Shen Fangyu, the leader of the mission, very anxious.

Shen Fangyu is 23 years old, with bright eyes and handsome eyebrows, a long sword on his waist, and an imposing manner, but he is neither a civil servant nor a general, but an iron eagle swordsman.

Speaking of this "Iron Eagle Swordsman", everyone in the Great Yan Kingdom knows that it is an intelligence department of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, which was founded by the Supreme Emperor Chunyu Huangye, and is now in charge of the Regent King Jing Tingrui.

The "Iron Eagle Swordsman" only obeys the orders of the emperor and the regent, and does not belong to the six departments. The task of escorting the princess to the envoy falls to the iron eagle swordsman. One can imagine how worried the emperor is about Ke Rou The princess is on a mission to Xiliang.

He even did not hesitate to break the conventional etiquette and let Shen Fangyu, who is both civil and military, and calm by nature, become the leader of the mission.

However, Shen Fangyu rubbed his rough thumb against the falcon carving on the hilt, and sighed inwardly: "This old hen has long since turned into a duck!"

He still remembered that day after leaving the idlers and waiting, he respectfully knelt in front of Princess Che Luan and asked her to get off the car and enter the post house. A man's foot suddenly stepped out, which really shocked him.

As soon as he raised his head, he saw Prince Yonghe smiling like spring flowers in March, extremely charming, and he patted his shoulder heavily and said: "Sorry, I scared you."

"Where is Your Highness the Princess?" Shen Fangyu's heart was pounding, he forgot to salute, and asked the prince directly.

Prince Yonghe got out of the car, first stretched his arms and legs, and then said to himself: "This whip is so long, how can a girl bear this crime? The imperial sister ran away."

"Does the emperor know about this?" Shen Fangyu hurriedly asked.

"I should know by now." Prince Yonghe smiled, looking at the posthouse road that was newly arranged to pick up the princess, "I'm so hungry, let's go and have dinner together."

Shen Fangyu murmured in his heart, but he still accompanied Prince Yonghe into the post house.Shen Fangyu knew a little about this prince who was most favored by the emperor. He had no airs of a prince and liked to make friends with heroes from all walks of life.

At first glance, it seems that taking care of Prince Yonghe is easier than taking care of Princess Kerou. After all, men and women are not intimate, and there are many inconveniences in doing things.

But for Shen Fangyu, a prince who does what he wants is much more difficult to deal with than a gentle and lovely princess.

Moreover, the prince was so capable that he actually dropped the princess under his nose. If this was done by a thief, not to mention that Shen Fangyu couldn't keep his head, all these ten thousand iron eagle swordsmen would be implicated.

He broke out in a cold sweat unconsciously, and he hadn't tasted the feeling of "fear after death" for a long time.

He had lingering fears and didn't know how to eat, but this Prince Yonghe had a big appetite, and with a big plate of spicy chicken, he ate three big bowls of rice in a row.

After the meal, the prince put down the bowls and chopsticks contentedly, and rinsed his mouth under the service of his servants.

"His Royal Highness." Shen Fangyu just opened his mouth, and Prince Yonghe raised his hand to signal him to wait.

After the prince finished tidying up and the servant served a new cup of tea, Shen Fangyu continued: "Your Highness, the official document of the special envoy says that Princess Yongxin is going to Xiliang..."

"Look at it and change it." Prince Yonghe lightly flipped the floating tea ceremony with the tea cover.

"Ah?" Shen Fangyu was stunned, "You mean... to alter the official document written by the emperor's pen?"

The prince gave a slight "tsk", and then said: "I heard you say that, it's a little inappropriate. How about it, you draw up a new copy and frame it with gold flower paper."

"Re, redesign?"

"Yes." Prince Yonghe swallowed a sip of tea, his voice became clearer and clearer, "As an iron eagle swordsman, it should be easy for you to copy an official document."

"But this..." What kind of copying official document is this, is it clearly a forged diplomatic document? !

I'm going to lose my head.

"Don't worry, Brother Huang will never want you and my head. In his heart, he is really worried that Rou'er will go to Xiliang as an envoy, and if I go instead, he will be able to sleep more peacefully at night."

"Is that so?" Shen Fangyu hesitated.I think Prince Yonghe's words seem to make sense.

Everyone could tell that the emperor didn't say anything, but he was worried about the safety of the princess.

"This matter is settled." Prince Yonghe put down the celadon teacup, stood up and said, "We will go in two ways when we get outside the pass."

Shen Fangyu was still troubled by the forgery of documents. The understatement of "go separately" made him tremble as if he had been stabbed by a needle. He blurted out and asked, "Your Highness, what did you say?"

"This large group of people took a long time to get to Xiliang in the year of the monkey?" Prince Yonghe said with a righteous face, "I will walk faster by myself, I will go and say hello to the king of Xiliang first, and then I can go back home. "

"But there is only one copy of customs clearance documents and seals. How do you go separately?" Shen Fangyu's eyes have never been so wide open. If the person in front of him is not Prince Yonghe, he would have already grabbed his collar and shook it. , to shake his head soberly.

It is a ghost to break through the level without customs clearance documents, and not to be shot into a hedgehog by the guard's bow and arrow.

"I still have the prince's seal, let's make do with it for now." The prince yawned, "I'm tired, go up and rest for a while, please do what you want."

Seeing the prince going upstairs in a graceful manner, leaving only a back view for him, Shen Fangyu was dumbfounded.

And before he met Prince Yonghe, he was recognized among the iron eagle swordsmen as "not surprised by changes".

Shen Fangyu knew it, it wasn't that he was calm enough, but that he hadn't met his nemesis yet.

And this destined nemesis is Prince Yonghe—Chun Yuyan!