When Diewu left before, Feng Wu quietly followed behind her, followed her all the way back to the Taishou Mansion, and arrived at Miss Lu Wu's boudoir. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Butterfly Dance explained to Miss Lu Wu that all the experiences of Lin Wan's consultation here today, including Lin Wan's dress, veiling, and the people around her, were not left behind, including what Lin Wan said, how to infect others.

Finally, Butterfly Dance mentioned the thousand-year-old snow reishi that must be obtained in order to detoxify this poison. But from beginning to end, she never mentioned that Lin Wan gave her a small pill to stop itching.

Miss Lu Wu was not too surprised at the time, as if she had heard of the thousand-year-old snow lingzhi. She comforted Butterfly Dance for a while, and then said, "Butterfly Dance, you go back and rest first, I'll figure out a way to do the thousand-year-old Snow Lingzhi." ”

Diewu nodded, left Miss Lu Wu's boudoir, and obediently returned to her room.

Not long after, outside the door of Miss Lu Wu's boudoir, a slender man in black suddenly appeared, in his early twenties, and with a tall posture.

The man's complexion was slightly dark, but he had thick eyebrows and big eyes, a small red mole in the center of his eyebrows, bright eyes, red lips and white teeth, although he was not a peerless beautiful man, but he could also be regarded as a handsome young man with extraordinary martial arts.

The man pushed open the door of Miss Lu's boudoir, walked in on his own, and then closed the door. Obviously, he is already familiar with the road, and this is not the first time he has done such a thing.

Miss Lu Wu has been half-leaning on the bed and has not shown up. Feng Wu didn't know what she looked like now, but he only heard her low voice coming out of the layers of bed tents: "Is it Big Brother Weixin?"

The man replied softly in a low voice, "It's me, Xinluan." As he spoke, Zhuo Weixin had already walked to Lu Xinluan's bed, and reached out to open the layers of bed tents.

"Don't, don't come in!" Lu Xinluan hurriedly pressed the bed tent and stopped him repeatedly.

Zhuo Weixin withdrew his outstretched hand and asked with concern, "Xinluan, what's wrong with you?"

Lu Xinluan on the bed began to cry in a low voice, sobbing and replied: "Brother Weixin, I am very sick now, I don't want you to see it, don't look at me......"

Zhuo Weixin frowned, and asked suspiciously: "Xinluan, I saw you yesterday, and I was still fine, why did you suddenly become so sick today? What kind of illness is it? Have you seen it with a doctor?"

Lu Xinluan said sadly: "I've seen it, but the doctors said that they couldn't do anything, and they prescribed prescriptions and boiled medicine to drink, but it was completely useless, but it became more and more serious." ”

Zhuo Weixin asked in disbelief, "How did you get this strange disease?" What are the symptoms?"

Lu Xinluan replied squeakily: "I'm covered with rashes all over my body now, and the doctor said that I may have eaten something that shouldn't be eaten, or touched something that shouldn't be touched, but I didn't go anywhere today, and I didn't eat anything different from usual." ”

Zhuo Weixin was silent, thinking carefully, and always felt that something was wrong.

Lu Xinluan looked at the majestic and hazy figure outside the tent, and said faintly: "Butterfly Dance is now the same as me, with a red rash all over her body, I don't know, did she infect me, or did I infect her?"

Zhuo Weixin thought for a while and comforted: "Xinluan, since you don't want to see me, I'll come back tomorrow, I'll bring a military doctor to help you see tomorrow, how about it?"

Lu Xinluan shook his head and said anxiously: "Brother Weixin, it's useless. I've already asked Diewu to go to the Amu girl from the Medicine King Valley for treatment. Miss Amu said that if I couldn't find the thousand-year-old snow lingzhi, there would be no way to cure my illness. ”

"Millennial Snow Lingzhi?" Zhuo Weixin asked in surprise.

Lu Xinluan nodded and said, "Yes." Brother Weixin, last time I heard you say that there is a thousand-year-old snow lingzhi in the southwest snow mountain, can you send someone to look for it again?"

Zhuo Weixin nodded, shook his head again, and said, "I can send someone to find it, but there are many people who go to the Southwest Snow Mountain these days, but I haven't heard anyone say that they have seen a thousand-year-old snow lingzhi." Besides, what does the thousand-year-old snow lingzhi look like? No one knows!"

Lu Xinluan's heart was cold, and she couldn't help crying again.

Zhuo Weixin said a few words of comfort, and swore that after returning to the camp, he would immediately send a large number of soldiers to the southwest snow mountain to find the thousand-year-old snow lingzhi, and he would definitely find it.

Lu Xinluan finally stopped crying and instructed Zhuo Weixin to find the thousand-year-old snow lingzhi within two days, otherwise, Miss Amu would have to go back to the Medicine King Valley.

Zhuo Weixin responded, turned around and walked out of Lu Xinluan's boudoir, but did not leave immediately.

Instead, he came to a row of low rooms behind Lu Xinluan's boudoir, and quietly entered the only room with a lamp, Butterfly Dance.

Zhuo Weixin gently closed the door, and turned around to see Diewu wearing a veil on her face, sitting at the table and crying. Hearing the sound of the door closing, he raised his head, and looked at Zhuo Weixin pitifully with a pair of watery eyes, and the skin beyond the veil was indeed covered with red rashes, which made him only feel heartache.

"General Zhuo, you can come, if you don't come again, I'm afraid Butterfly Dance won't be able to see you. As he spoke, he had already stood up, threw himself into Zhuo Weixin's arms, and cried in a low voice, the voice was full of grievances and forbearance, and anyone who listened to it couldn't help but feel sad and distressed.

Zhuo Weixin gently hugged her soft waist, patted her back, and comforted her in a low voice: "Die'er, don't cry, tell me, what's going on?"

So, Diewu told in detail how Lu Xinluan suddenly had a red rash and how she accidentally infected her.

Although the words were tactful, the meaning in those words made people not have to be too smart, they could think that Lu Xinluan deliberately infected her, and then let her go around to seek medical advice.

Zhuo Weixin listened to Butterfly Dance's words, but what he thought of was, did Lu Xinluan already know about himself and Butterfly Dance? Zhuo Weixin turned his head to look out the window, feeling that someone outside was really watching him again.

Feng Wu crouched on the roof, and also saw the secret guard who was quietly following Zhuo Weixin. So, she hid on the roof and didn't dare to move.

Until Zhuo Weixin left, the secret guard also went back to his life. Feng Wucai flew away from the Taishou Mansion and returned to the Fengxiang Inn.

After Feng Wu said all this, he snorted coldly and said: "Hmph, just looking at this Zhuo Weixin's half-hearted and two-boat style, it can prove that he is not a good thing, I really wanted to kill him with a sword at that time." ”

Lin Wan chuckled and shook her head, and said, "Sister Feng, in the courtyard of the deep house, there are many such things, can you manage it?"

Listening to Lin Wan's words, Feng Wu was a little depressed, still angry in his heart, but he had to admit that what Lin Wan said was the truth.

But if there is some spare money, which family does not marry a few concubines and then accept a few more rooms? Zhuo Weixin is just that the main room has not yet married the door, and has already received the maid ring of the main room. (To be continued.) )