They say it's sick

Chapter 9

The end of the year, the end of the year, the end of the year, the old and the new, and the family reunion.

Everywhere in Youzhou City is festive and peaceful, with bright red Spring Festival couplets pasted outside every house, fiery red lanterns swaying in the wind, and the sound of firecrackers resounding through the streets and alleys.A family that has been busy for a whole year is rarely free, sitting around the fire and chatting to watch the new year.

It's a rare good time.

The residence of the Marquis of Zhenyuan was deserted and bleak, which was incompatible with the festive atmosphere—the endless stream of visitors who came to express their condolences finally stopped this year, and only a few close relatives and the close relatives of Marquis Zhenyuan for many years remained, as well as Li Shut up this foreigner.

Li Liang's original intention was to return immediately, the form of mourning had been completed, and Li Xuan's personal letter had been handed over, there was absolutely no point in delaying in the Hou Mansion.

As for whether Li Yan is still ill, it is not within the scope of his consideration and concern.

Unexpectedly, before he could say goodbye, Yun Ye first sent a message, asking Li Yan to take good care of himself and wait for a year before returning.

The tone is firm and cannot be refused.

Li Liang had no choice but to change the return date to the first day of the junior high school.So I avoided the situation where I was still running on the road on New Year's Eve——

Although it doesn't make any difference to Li Yan where he spends the day, going back to Pingzhou to spend New Year's Eve with the whole family of Li's family is not as good as bumping around on the road, at least he still has a sense of freedom.

In comparison, staying in the Hou Mansion for the New Year's Eve can indeed be regarded as the best choice.

It was very early in the winter in Liaobei, before the curfew time, the sky had already darkened, and the sparse stars hung in the sky, emitting a faint light.

The streets and alleys were empty except for a lone figure.

Li Yan lay on the sickbed for two days, eating delicious food and rare medicinal materials every day, and soon recovered most of his recovery. Thinking that he might never come to Youzhou again in this life, he took advantage of the evening to wander around the city , I want to feel the excitement of the New Year that he has never experienced in his life since he was a child.

As a result, there was a sense of excitement, but they were all in other people's homes. Except for the occasional sound of firecrackers heard across the courtyard wall, I didn't even see anyone.

Li Yan walked around in a big circle, feeling quite bored, seeing that it was getting dark, he turned around and went back to the Hou Mansion.

The concierge was standing at the gate of the mansion looking around, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Li Yan's figure turning around the street corner: "Mr. Li, you are back! Li Yan glanced at the half-opened mansion door behind him, knowing that it was time to close the door, but because After delaying for a while, I apologized: "Excuse me for waiting for a long time. "

"It's nothing to wait for a while..." The concierge waved his hands again and again, leading people to go in, "It's just that there is a curfew, I'm afraid you won't be able to make it back and meet the night watchmen again. This New Year's Eve will not be a good one."

"I just walked around and didn't go too far." Li Yan entered the door with a smile, turned around and found the porter was still standing at the door, and asked casually, "Is there anyone else who hasn't come back?"

"Oh, I'm not thinking about New Year's Eve..." The concierge sighed, "Maybe young master..."

Suddenly there was a rush of horseshoes in the empty alley, the concierge stopped talking abruptly, and stared blankly at the street.

Li Yan looked around and saw a horse galloping towards him, stopping in front of the gate of the mansion.

He was taken aback for a moment, and then he recognized that the blood-stained face that could hardly be seen was the young master Yun who was missed.

The concierge had recovered and greeted him, his voice was full of joy: "Young master! You are back!"

Yun Zhi didn't respond, just looked up at the mourning banner hanging high at the door, lowered his eyes for a long time, turned around and unloaded a heavy-looking bundle that was still dripping blood from the horse's back, and threw it on the ground expressionlessly.

The porter's eyes widened, and he wanted to pick it up, but felt that the blood on it was really scary: "This, what is this?"

"Head..."

After Yun Zhi finished speaking, she gently closed her eyes, and fell off the horse with the porter's exclamation as if exhausted.

"!!" Li Yan wanted to see what was going on with this young master Yun, but he didn't expect to catch up with such a scene as soon as he stepped out of the mansion. Under the horse, covered in blood, unconscious.

It was the time when the sky was freezing, and there was still unmelted snow on the bluestone bricks. Just standing on them, one could feel the bone-chilling chill.

Li Yan stepped forward a few steps, helped the man sit up and leaned against him.

Yun Zhi's body exuded a strong smell of blood, and there were a few cuts on the snow-white fox fur that were clearly cut by sharp knives, mottled and heavy with blood.

Li Yan frowned, pulled aside the fox fur and checked. There were wounds on his left arm, right shoulder, and back, which looked very hideous, and there were traces of hasty bandaging on several places.

But fortunately not fatal.

The concierge was completely shocked by the sudden change, but he dared not stretch out his hand even though he was in front of him. He squatted in front of him helplessly, watching helplessly: "Young master! What's going on!"

"Don't call someone yet!"

Li Yan stretched out his hand and pushed him, and the concierge ran towards the mansion yelling as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Yun Zhi was still asleep, unconscious.

"Master Yun, Yun Zhi!"

Li Yan called twice, but did not get any response as expected.

He lowered his eyes to look at Yunzhi's face.

It has only been a few days since we met last time, this person has lost a whole circle of weight, and the original tenderness on his cheeks has disappeared without a trace. The previously fair and immature boy is now extremely weak and embarrassed.

It was probably because the impression I had when we met for the first time was too deep, and the mottled blood stains on my face were particularly obtrusive.

Li Yan had a whim, maybe he took a bronze mirror to look at it, and this person would wake up from his coma immediately, struggling to wipe off the blood on his face.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing, reached out his hand to feel in his bosom, but couldn't find the brocade handkerchief, so he simply lifted up his sleeves, and wiped away the blood bit by bit with the cuff of his jacket.Until the face that was too pale due to blood loss was revealed.

Li Yan stared at that face for a while, and couldn't help feeling emotional in his heart—this young master Yun is really born with a good skin, even with this appearance, it is still difficult to hide his exquisite eyebrows and eyes.

There were footsteps not far away, and Chen Jin, who was guarding the mourning hall, arrived first, and saw Yun Zhi, who was covered in blood, sitting unconsciously in Li Yan's arms, and stepped up a few steps to get to him, looking at the man who was full of blood. The blood on his body could not be touched: "How did you hurt like this?!"

"Most of the blood is not his..." Li Yan looked down into his arms, "There are a few injuries on his body, but they are not serious."

Chen Jin glanced at him unexpectedly, his eyes fell on Yun Zhi, and he still couldn't help frowning.

"It's better to ask a doctor to come over..." Li Yan looked up, "It's freezing cold and bring it in earlier."

Chen Jin's expression was complicated, he was worried about Yunzhi's situation after all, so he didn't say anything more, while ordering someone to invite a doctor, he led others to carefully carry Yunzhi into the mansion.

After a short period of noise, the streets and alleys returned to tranquility.

Li Yan got up from the ground, casually patted the dust and snow on his body, turned around and saw that Cai Yunzhi had dropped the

A blood-soaked burden.

The concierge was still standing at the side, followed by a glance, and said softly: "Young master just seemed to say that this is a human head..."

Li Yan looked down, but didn't answer.

He had wondered before that, at the end of the year, and such a major event happened at home, if Young Master Yun didn't hurry back to the house, where would he be going alone.

It is now clear.

You can confirm it without opening it. The head of the murderer who killed Yunji is contained in the bag. It should be quite a lot, no wonder you made it like that by yourself.

To be able to come back with all the beards and tails, it must be said that Young Master Yun is very skilled.

However, it was unavoidable that he was shocked by his determination and recklessness in risking his life to kill all the people who killed his elder brother with his own hands.

Li Yan was silent for a while, then bent down suddenly to pick up the bundle, pointed to the concierge at the blood-stained and obviously exhausted horse, then carried the bundle, and headed towards the mourning hall without looking back. .

Zhenyuan Hou's mansion was in a hurry.

The news that the young master, who had lost contact with him for several days, passed out covered in blood at the gate of the mansion quickly spread throughout the mansion, and almost everyone flocked to Yunzhi's courtyard, but the mourning hall was quiet.

Li Yan carried a heavy burden all the way over, and felt the pain in his wrist and forearm faintly, and was about to throw down the burden, when he raised his eyes and saw the small figure kneeling in front of the coffin.

Yun Shu is considered tall and long-legged among children of the same age, but he is only a five or six-year-old child.Even if he is wrapped in a thick fox fur, he is still a small one in the eyes of adults.

Kneeling alone in the silent mourning hall, no matter how you look at it, it is a bit pitiful.

Not long after Li Yan took the medicine that day, someone came to call Yun Shu away, and Li Yan spent the next two days recuperating in his room, not knowing the current situation of the Hou Mansion, and never saw Yun Shu again.

But presumably the kid already knew what was going on.

Li Yan was silent for a while, then turned back and put the burden behind the door, he was hesitating whether to turn around and leave, when Yun Shu heard the movement and looked over, his big eyes were red and swollen.

Li Yan's footsteps paused, and he simply walked over: "Why are you here?"

"They went to see little uncle..." Yun Shu sniffled, "I'm here to accompany Daddy."

Li Yan looked around, the mourning hall was extremely quiet, only two young men were standing in the corner: "Why don't you go?"

"I dare not..." Yun Shu let out a sob, "They said that my little uncle was seriously injured and was going to die just like Daddy..."

"Listen to their nonsense..." Li Yan squatted down next to Yun Shu, "Your little uncle..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly turned his head to glance at the bloody bundle placed at the door, and then continued, "Life is hard."

Yun Shu blinked, as if he hadn't fully understood Li Yan's words.

"I heard that your little uncle has practiced martial arts since he was a child. He joined the army early. He has gone through countless battles and must have suffered a lot of injuries. Isn't he always in good health?"

Li Yan reached out and wiped the tear-stained face: "What others say may not be true. When he wakes up tomorrow morning, you can go and see for yourself."