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Chapter 140 Reincarnation (30)

Ning Qingyan opened his eyes. His eyes were the same as Li Wenshui's, but the expression in them was completely different.

He stared at Chen Ye as if he was staring at an insignificant object.

"My legs are already bad, and you're trying to fool me? You think my legs are already healed, and I'm just pretending now."

Chen Ye's heart skipped a beat. He had used his spiritual power to investigate at night, so he knew that Ning Qingyan's legs could still walk, but not for a long time. However, Song Yao couldn't possibly know that!

Thinking rapidly, just when Chen Ye was embarrassed, Ning Qingyan changed the subject, "You said you would treat my leg, when will it start?"

Chen Ye immediately said, "I will make medicine for the prince when I get back."

In the second half, Chen stopped talking because he was afraid of making more mistakes if he spoke too much.

After returning to the palace, Chen asked the servant for the medicine furnace. He pretended to take some herbs from the palace storehouse, all of which were for treating his leg injury.

After the medicine was ready, Chen Ye brought it to Ning Qingyan, and Su Ye brought an old man with white beard.

The old man first smelled the medicine, then used a silver needle to test the poison. Finally, he told Ning Qingyan, "It is non-toxic. It is indeed a medicine for treating leg injuries. However, according to my speculation, this medicine cannot cure the prince's leg."

He looked at Chen Ye and said, "Where did you get this prescription? Although it is a good prescription, it can only help the prince's leg injury, but it can't cure it."

Chen Ye lied with his eyes open, "I learned it from my master. This medicine can't cure the disease, but I also have the massage techniques passed down from my ancestors. When combined with the medicine, the prince's leg will be cured."

The original owner, Song Yao, lived in the backyard for a long time and seldom went out. Chen Ye made up a story, betting that Ning Qingyan didn't know about Song Yao's past.

The old man's eyes were full of suspicion. "What's your technique? Show me how to do it."

"I've already said it's an heirloom, so I can't let anyone else see it."

In ancient times, no matter if they were craftsmen or doctors, anyone with skills would not reveal them to outsiders.

The old man stroked his beard and didn't ask any more questions.

Ning Qingyan stared at the medicine for two seconds, then picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking the medicine, he was stunned. He thought it would be very bitter, but it turned out to be sweet.

He looked at Chen Ye and found that Chen Ye winked at him.

I added licorice, so of course it’s not bitter anymore, Chen Ye thought to himself.

At night, Chen Ye asked the guards to bring in a basin of hot water. He wet his handkerchief and squatted in front of Ning Qingyan, "My Lord, please take off your pants."

Ning Qingyan didn't move, so Chen Ye was about to do it himself.

"Wait." Ning Qingyan asked, "Can't you press it through your pants?"

Chen Ye raised his head, staring at Ning Qingyan with a pair of beautiful round eyes, as if he was looking at an ignorant child, "Of course not, Your Majesty."

Ning Qingyan took his hands off his pants, and Chen also lifted up his trouser legs.

Chen also placed the warm handkerchief on Ning Qingyan's calves. Although he didn't do much exercise, Ning Qingyan's calves were well-proportioned and strong, with smooth muscle lines.

After pinching it gently with his hand, Chen Ye asked, "Do you feel it, Your Majesty?"

Ning Qingyan sneered, "What do you think?"

Chen Ye pursed his lips, took the handkerchief, and began to massage Ning Qingyan's legs.

The white and slender hand held Ning Qingyan's calf, the hot palm and the strong calf were tightly pressed against each other, and Ning Qingyan felt a burst of heat flowing along the leg to the top.

Ning Qingyan's legs were not completely numb, but this slight sensation was now tormenting him a little.

Chen Ye's hand moved up along his calf, and when it was about to touch his thigh, Ning Qingyan held him down.

Chen stared at him in confusion, "Can't I press it here?"

Could it be that Ning Qingyan has a ticklish spot?

Pressing his calf made Ning Qingyan feel uncomfortable, and if he pressed his thigh, Ning Qingyan's eyes darkened.

"No need for that. My leg is poisoned, and the poison is only accumulated in my calf."

Chen also took his hand back, "Well, Your Majesty, go to bed early today, and you will see the effect when you wake up tomorrow."

After cleaning up the basin on the ground, Chen also went to the couch in the outer room.

His eyelids were almost glued together, but Ning Qingyan's breathing in the inner room had not yet calmed down. In fact, his breathing was becoming more and more disordered and heavy.

Finally, Chen couldn't stand it anymore, so he asked the system to set an alarm for him and take a nap.

At three o'clock in the morning, Chen was also awakened by the alarm clock. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked into the inner room.

Ning Qingyan lay on the bed with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed. His usually cold face now looked a little softer.

"Little fox..."

Ning Qingyan's lips moved, and his mumbling made Chen Ye stunned.

"I'm coming."

Chen Ye sighed and sat down beside the bed, transferring his spiritual power to Ning Qingyan to heal Ning Qingyan's leg injury.

When Ning Qingyan woke up the next day, his eyes were gloomy.

I dreamed of the white fox again last night.

In the past, he could only vaguely see the appearance of a white fox in his dreams, but last night he dreamed that it was snowing heavily and the white fox was caught in a trap, howling in the snow.

The man wearing green clothes saved the white fox.

Ning Qingyan frowned and felt that that was not himself. He would never speak in such a gentle tone.

Ning Qingyan got up and stretched his legs. His legs used to feel heavy and weak, but now he could feel his legs becoming lighter.

He tentatively got down to the ground and stepped on the ground. He didn't feel any piercing pain in his legs.

Ning Qingyan had a puzzled expression on his face. It seemed that the "starving ghost" was really capable.

Ning Qingyan went to the outer room in a wheelchair and saw Chen Ye lying on the couch with his arms and legs spread.

The boy was only wearing a white undershirt, which was loose, revealing his white collarbone and chest, and a faint red color could be seen underneath.

The faint sunlight fell on the boy's face, making his skin look extremely transparent.

Ning Qingyan narrowed his eyes slightly and walked closer. His gaze lingered on the boy's neck for a moment. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he seemed to have seen purple bruises on his neck just now. But when he got closer and took a closer look, he found that the boy's neck was clean and there was nothing on it.

Ning Qingyan smelled a familiar and long-lost scent. When he wanted to get closer to smell it, he met a pair of clean and clear eyes.

Chen Ye, who had just woken up, said in a hoarse voice, "My Lord, why are you so close to me?"

Ning Qingyan stood up and returned to the wheelchair, "Nothing."

Chen Ye rubbed his eyes and got up from the couch.

"Let's go have breakfast then. I'm hungry."

For ten consecutive days, Chen Ye used his spiritual power to heal Ning Qingyan's legs every night. Ning Qingyan did not walk in front of him, and Chen did not know how well Ning Qingyan's injury had healed.

But Ning Qingyan drank the medicine he prepared on time every day and also asked him to give her massages, probably because she believed in his medical skills.

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After experiencing three worlds, Chen Ye's hobby of reading novels has not changed. There are no novels in this world, but there are storybooks.

He asked Suye to bring some for him when he went out.

Su Ye had a bad attitude towards him at first, but after learning that Chen Ye helped to heal Ning Qingyan's leg, his attitude took a 180-degree turn.

After Chen Ye finished reading the last batch of storybooks, he asked Su Ye to buy some for him. However, this time Su Ye was busy and couldn't come, so Chen Ye had to go to the street by himself.

When he came to this world, Chen Ye had only walked around the streets of Qingyun County and had never been to Kyoto, so everything here was new to him.

Kyoto is worthy of being the capital of Shengyang, with people coming and going and traffic on the streets.

The vendors on the street were shouting their wares enthusiastically, and Chen also stopped to buy many things.

The secret guard following behind Chen Ye conscientiously recorded what Chen Ye bought.

Before going out, Chen asked Su Ye for the address of the bookstore, so he went straight to the bookstore.

There were a lot of people in the bookstore, most of them were servants of young ladies who were helping their ladies buy books.

Chen Ye read through them and picked out a few books of strange stories and legends.

After paying and leaving the bookstore, Chen also saw a storyteller on the street.

The storyteller was wearing a blue robe and was handsome and elegant. His tone of voice was ups and downs, and the plot was full of twists and turns. He was surrounded by people who listened to his story.

"It is said that the day before yesterday, there was another case of a demon stealing people's hearts in Kyoto. It was a dark and windy night. The night watchman in the east of the city was holding a bamboo clapper and a gong. Just as he was about to strike them, he heard a scream..."

"As he got closer, he saw a bloody corpse lying on the ground. The night watchman screamed and fell to the ground. Just then he looked up and saw the murderer squatting on the high wall and trying to escape. What do you think the murderer looked like?"

A man said, "Zhao Laosan, stop keeping us in suspense and tell us now."

The storyteller called Zhao Laosan smiled mysteriously, "The murderer has a green face and fangs, his eyes are pitch black, and the head on his neck is not a human head, but a tiger's head!"

"Tsk, just blow it, did you see it?"

"I didn't see it, but I have some friendship with the night watchman, so he must have seen it. This is the tenth case in the past month. The Dali Temple and the Imperial Observatory are already investigating the case. The Imperial Observatory has even joined in, so what else could it be but a monster?"

Chen Ye listened casually for a while and then left. He was about to return to the palace, but when he passed by a restaurant, he was stopped by a man dressed as a guard.

"Mr. Song, the master invites you."

Chen Ye recognized who the guard was; he was Prince Li's confidant.

After the marriage was granted by the emperor, Prince Li never saw the original owner again to avoid suspicion. I wonder why he called him today.

Chen Ye followed the guard into the restaurant. The guard pushed open the door of a room and motioned for Chen Ye to go in.

After entering the room, Chen Ye saw King Li sitting on the windowsill with his back to him.

Prince Li Ning Zhuo turned around. He was handsome and looked very similar to Emperor Ning Chen.

After seeing Chen Ye, Prince Li curled his lips and motioned Chen Ye to sit down, "Ayao, it's been a long time since we last met."

Chen did not sit down either, but asked, "I wonder why the King of Li wants to see me today."

"It's nothing serious, I just wanted to catch up with you."

Chen Ye: "I am already the Princess of Su, so I don't have much to talk about with Prince Li. If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Just after taking two steps, Ning Zhuo stopped him and said, "Yao'er, are you blaming me for being estranged from me? Are you blaming me for not asking the emperor for permission to stop this marriage?"

Chen Ye shook off his hand, "Your Highness, you think too much. I have nothing to do with you. Even if there is, it's in the past. Why should I blame you?"

Seeing Chen Ye's nonchalant look, Ning Zhuo felt a little uncomfortable.

He would never speak to me like this in the past, Ning Zhuo's eyes were a little gloomy.

But thinking that there was still something important to do, Ning Zhuo poured a cup of tea, "Then drink this tea. Drinking it means you forgive me."

Chen Ye glanced at the tea, became alert, and did not drink it. "I have something else to do in the mansion, so I will leave first."

Regardless of Ning Zhuo's reaction, Chen Ye left directly.

Ning Zhuo is being attentive to others for no reason; he is either a traitor or a thief.

After Chen Ye left, Song Yulin, who had been hiding in the dark, and a man in a Taoist robe came out. The man had shifty eyes and did not look like a good person.

"Why don't you force the magic water into his mouth, and wait for him to reveal his true form so that we can catch him right away."

Ning Zhuo glanced at him and said, "You have already said that he is a demon, but you still let me force him to drink. Do you think I have lived too long?"

Song Yulin choked and looked at the Taoist priest next to him, "Master, can you see anything?"

The Taoist sneered, "There is no evil spirit on him. According to what you said, the demon possessed the Third Young Master Song after his death, so the evil spirit should be hidden. But I saw through his trick. There is a purple mark on his neck."

Ning Zhuo's face changed. He and Chen Ye were close to each other just now, and he didn't see anything on his neck.

Song Yulin said to Ning Zhuo, "Recently, there have been cases of monsters gouging out people's hearts and killing people in Kyoto. It just so happens that Song Yao has been possessed by a monster. Your Majesty, I can guarantee that Song Yao is no longer the same person he was before. The monster must have borrowed Song Yao's body and took the opportunity to eat people."

Ning Zhuo hesitated for a moment, "Can your sister's words be trusted? She said that she had hanged herself when she saw Song Yao. What if Song Yao was not dead at that time?"

Song Yulin immediately said, "It's impossible. Yumei went in to check Song Yao's breath and found that he was indeed dead. But she didn't expect that Song Yao would appear alive only an incense stick later. There was no scar on his neck. I can't think of any other possibility except that he was possessed by a monster."

A few days ago, Chen Ye came back home. Song Yumei initially claimed to be sick and couldn't come out. Later, she heard that Song Yulin was alone with Chen Ye, and she told Song Yulin everything out of worry.

Before Song Yao got married, Song Yumei went to find him alone, but as soon as she opened the door, she saw Song Yao hanging in the room.

She was frightened and collapsed to the ground, totally at a loss.

The distraught Song Yumei wanted to find her parents and brother to tell them about this, but before she could find them, she saw the intact "Song Yao" walking out of the Song Mansion and being pushed into the bridal sedan by the matchmaker.

Song Yumei was so frightened that she developed a high fever and couldn't speak a word.

After hearing this from Song Yumei, Song Yulin immediately found Ning Zhuo.

His idea was simple, to capture the monster Chen Ye.

Ning Zhuo has a lot to consider. Chen Ye's current identity is the Princess of Su. If the crime of the heart-gouging case in the city is put on Chen Ye, Ning Qingyan will not be able to get away with it either.

If I report this matter to the emperor, wouldn't it be a good opportunity to show my loyalty?

Ning Zhuo patted Song Yulin on the shoulder and said, "I know how to handle this matter. Please don't tell anyone for now."

When Chen Ye returned to the palace, Ning Qingyan was still in the study. When he walked into the study, he saw Ning Qingyan painting.

"Your Majesty is in a leisurely mood today."

Ning Qingyan put away the brush and said, "No match for you."

Chen also walked up to him, "What's wrong with me?"

"Isn't it a pleasure to drink tea with King Li?"

Chen was not surprised that Ning Qingyan knew his whereabouts. After all, he was Ning Qingyan's only hope to cure his leg, and Ning Qingyan had to ensure his safety at all costs.

"Prince Li and I didn't say more than ten words in total," Chen Ye leaned closer to Ning Qingyan, "Is the prince jealous?"