In the backyard of Willow Garden.

As soon as Wen Qingzhu followed Xiaoping to the door of Wen Qinglian's room, Aunt Ding appeared.

"I've seen Miss Seven." Aunt Ding greeted her.

"No courtesy." Wen Qingzhu raised his feet and approached the room, the pungent smell of medicine was mixed with a faint smell of blood.

lifted the curtain and went to the inner room, where He was changing Wen Qinglian's dressing.

"Miss Seven." Mama Bao wiped her tears and saluted Wen Qingzhu.

Wen Qingzhu nodded, then stepped forward and glanced at Wen Qinglian.

Wen Qinglian, who was lying on the bed, her face was already dark, her eyes were closed, her thin lips were pursed, and she looked extremely painful.

"Second uncle, who prescribed this medicine?" Wen Qingzhu looked down and found that the medicine in He's hand was actually applied externally.

What worries her the most is that the taste of this prescription is very familiar.

"It's Dr. Song, but he said that this medicine was prescribed from Baoding Hall, and it is very effective against this poison." When He spoke, his voice trembled.

Wen Qingzhu felt strange in his heart, Dr. Song actually had a relationship with Baoding Hall.

After He finished changing the medicine, Wen Qingzhu sat down to check Wen Qinglian's pulse.

After a while, Wen Qingzhu got up: "Second uncle, the third sister's situation is very bad, but there is no other way at present, let me use the medicine of Baoding Hall for the time being." ”

Hearing this, He finally despaired, but she was still very grateful: "Thank you Miss Seven, the taste here is strong, Miss Seven will go outside, Xiaoba will come over later." ”

Wen Qing walked out just in time to see Aunt Ding get up.

"Miss Seven, what's wrong with the junior?"

"No way." Wen Qingzhu couldn't see through Aunt Ding's disguise, and said casually.

When she sat down, Aunt Ding sat down with her, as if she had something to say.

After a cup of tea, Wen Qinghe came over, and the tears on her face had not yet dried.

"Seventh Sister." When Wen Qinghe spoke, his voice was still twitching.

Wen Qingzhu was also very helpless in his heart, the Wen family was already terrible.

Coupled with an aunt and grandmother who is quite deep in the city, the second room seems to be unlucky.

"Sit down and tell me about Xiaoman's situation." Wen Qingzhu beckoned Wen Qinghe to sit down.

The two of them chatted in front of Aunt Ding.

About two quarters of an hour later, Mama Guo's voice came from outside.

"Auntie, the young master wants to see you." Mama Guo originally wanted to come in, but when she saw that Wen Qingzhu was also there, she finally stopped her feet.

Aunt Ding could only get up and say goodbye and leave with Mama Guo.

Wen Qingzhu saw that they were far away, so he whispered to Wen Qinghe: "Eighth sister, you take me to see Xiaoman." ”

A quarter of an hour later, Wen Qingzhu was in the wing room and saw the unconscious Xiaoman.

After checking Xiaoman's condition, Wen Qingzhu asked Lu Tao to take a half-finished golden pill.

Wen Qinghe felt very sorry for Xiaoman, poured a bowl of water himself, and hugged Xiaoman, who was unconscious.

took the semi-finished golden pill in Lu Tao's hand, fed it to Xiaoman's mouth, and slowly fed the water into it.

Seeing Xiao Man swallow it with his own eyes, Wen Qinghe carefully put Xiao Man lying down.

After getting up, Wen Qinghe chattered about things related to Xiao Nan.

"Xiaoman is already very powerful, there are many servants in the house who are not as good as her, but she was still assassinated, I think Sister may not wake up......"

Wen Qingzhu looked at Wen Qinghe with pity, in fact, she had a way to save Wen Qinglian.

But now she can't make a move, and once she does, she falls into a trap.

After waiting for about half an hour, Xiao Man finally opened his eyes slowly.

She was in good physical condition and sat up as soon as she woke up.

Xiaoman was the first to see Wen Qingzhu, and hurriedly asked, "Miss Seven, is Miss Third okay?" ”

"It's okay, it's okay, you lie down first." Wen Qinghe hurriedly stepped forward and told her not to worry.

Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the bed.

It's just that she was silent for a while, and suddenly turned her head to Wen Qingzhu and said, "Miss Seven, the person who wants to assassinate the third miss, the slave maid has seen it at the wedding of the third miss!" ”

"Who is it?" Wen Qingzhu was waiting for this news.

Xiaoman said with some incomprehension: "I don't know who the slave maid is, but that maid must have come to the side of the young lady of the Wen family's guest, and the slave maid saw her go to Fushoutang with her own eyes." ”

Wen Qingzhu still wanted to speak, but suddenly heard Xiaoping's voice outside.

"Mama Guo, why are you here?"

Wen Qingzhu immediately instructed Xiaoman: "Lie down and close your eyes, and pretend that you haven't woken up yet!" ”

"Yes!" Xiao Man immediately lay down and returned to his previous unconscious appearance.

Xiao Ping outside pulled Mama Guo and talked for a while before he came in.

Wen Qingzhu turned around and looked at the visitor with a smile: "Mama Guo, isn't there something wrong with Thirteen?" How do you always have time to come here? ”

Mama Guo hurriedly lowered her head and explained carefully: "The old slave came to invite Miss Seventh to come over, and the young master will see you if he wants." ”

"You want to see me?" Wen Qingzhu was slightly surprised.

It's not Aunt Ding, it's actually Wen Mingqi.

Since Aunt Ding found out that Wen Zhong had never counted on her, she put all her hopes on Wen Mingqi.

It's just that at this time, Aunt Ding actually agreed to let her go to see Wen Mingqi.

In this case, of course Wen Qingzhu wants to go.

"Then it's troublesome for Mama Guo to lead the way."

How do you know that Mama Guo pointed to a maid outside: "Miss Seven, come with her, the old slave still has something to do here." ”

"What can't be said to your face?" Wen Qingzhu was reluctant to let Mama Guo stay, in case she tried to find out that Xiaoman woke up, it would be bad.

Mama Guo raised her head and looked embarrassed: "Miss Seven, it was my aunt who ordered the old slave to take care of Xiaoman, do you want to ...... here?"

"Mama Guo!" The smile on Wen Qingzhu's face faded, and his eyes were like torches, "I'm not familiar with Liuyuan yet, can't you let you lead the way?" ”

"The old slave doesn't dare, Miss Seven, don't torture the old slave!" Mama Guo immediately knelt down, she still remembered what happened to Xi'er before. V3 Academy

Since Xi'er's accident, although Yan Yuan has not died again, there are not a few who have been seriously injured and sold.

After a moment of silence, Mama Guo personally led Wen Qingzhu and Wen Qinghe to see Wen Mingqi.

When she arrived at a small courtyard in the middle of nowhere, Mama Guo stopped.

"Miss Seven and Miss Eight go in, the young master is inside."

Wen Qingzhu glanced at the silent courtyard and said with a smile: "Why don't you go and call Shuqi out?" ”

"This ......" Mama Guo hesitated.

Dissatisfaction began to appear on Wen Qingzhu's face: "What? You don't want to? We'll see it next time. ”

With that, she turned to leave.

Mama Guo finally made a decision and called Wen Qingzhu: "Miss Seven, wait a minute, the old slave will go in." ”

After seeing Mama Guo enter, Wen Qinghe was very uneasy: "Why did Auntie and Grandmother put Shuqi in this place?!" Here—"

After saying that, Wen Qinghe subconsciously stopped.

Wen Qingzhu was a little curious: "What is it doing here?" ”

"It turned out to be ...... Yes, it's used to place a woman that his father doesn't want......" Wen Qinghe's voice became smaller and smaller as he said this.

Wen Qingzhu stared for a moment, looked up at the small courtyard, and found that after Mama Guo entered, there was no movement!

"That's not right! Xiaoman! ”

Wen Qingzhu came to his senses and pulled Wen Qinghe to hurry to the side room.

As soon as I arrived at the gate of the courtyard of the wing, I saw a man being thrown out of the house.

The man rolled on the ground several times, the hairpin ring on his head fell off, and his coat was untidy.

Strangely, the man's hair fell out.

Wen Qingzhu fixed his eyes and saw that this person in a girl's clothes was actually a petite man!

Wen Qinghe was frightened, and hurriedly shouted: "Someone! There are thieves! There are thieves! ”

This sound was very sharp, and it instantly shocked the main courtyard next door.

After a while, several maids and servants came next door.

"Catch him! Get him! Wen Qinghe immediately commanded the servants to step forward.

The thief who came to his senses turned his head and was about to run.

But at this time, Xiaoman dragged another thief out.

Without hesitation, she pulled something out of her waist and threw it at the fleeing thief.

It hit the thief right on the knee, and the thief was unsteady and rolled to the ground.

Seeing this, the servant woman rushed up and suppressed the thief to death!

Xiao Man dragged another thief dressed as a maid over.

She directly threw the fainting death in front of her in front of Wen Qingzhu and Wen Qinghe.

"Miss, Miss Seven, it's good that the slave is awake, otherwise the slave and maid will really die!" Xiao Man patted his chest with palpitations.

Wen Qingzhu squatted down and turned the fainting thief over.

I found that it was a petite man with fair and delicate skin.

After looking up and down, Wen Qingzhu didn't find anything abnormal.

But when she got up, she found that the little man in front of her didn't have an Adam's apple.

Wen Qingzhufu squatted down again and pinched the thief's chin.

He was about to lift his chin when the man in front of him suddenly opened his eyes.

A pair of eagle eyes flashed with fierce light, and he grabbed it with his backhand, and at the same time, the carp stiffened, stood up and buckled Wen Qingzhu's neck.

"Stand back!" The thief was covered in injuries, grabbing Wen Qingzhu and retreating step by step.

Wen Qinghe's face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly said, "If you have something to say, say it well!" ”

Wen Qingzhu frowned, raised his hand, and was warned by the person behind him: "You'd better be honest with me!" Otherwise, your little life—"

"Stop!" Wen Qinghe tried to calm down, pulling Xiaoman to prevent her from moving.

Wen Qingzhu put down his hand, but his sleeves also trembled.

Green Tao was still a little nervous, but after seeing Wen Qingzhu's movements, he calmed down.

"Go and prepare a carriage! Put it in the back of the small yard over there! The thief who held Wen Qingzhu pointed to the remote courtyard where Wen Qingzhu had just gone.

Wen Qingzhu was thoughtful, it seemed that there was something wrong with that courtyard.

Wen Qinghe immediately instructed Xiaoping: "Quick! Do as he says! ”

"No, you don't." Although Wen Qingzhu's neck was pinched a little uncomfortable, he could still speak.

"Shut up!" The thief who was holding Wen Qingzhu was in a hurry, because he found that his body was getting stiffer and stiffer.

What's even more terrifying is that he found that the more luck he had, the faster his body stiffened.

Feeling that the hand on his neck was already stiff, Wen Qingzhu said kindly: "You'd better not try to exercise repeatedly, otherwise you will be faster and unable to move." ”

"You...... You poisoned ...... The thief behind him already felt his throat, and seemed to be about to lose his voice.

At this time, Wen Qinghe also found out that something was wrong.

Green Tao pulled Xiaoping back and looked at the thief with sympathetic eyes.

Last time in such a dangerous Zhuangzi, my own young lady still quietly let the enemy be hit.

Not to mention this little thief who has no skills.

After a while, Wen Qingzhu slowly raised her hand and removed the hand that was clasped on her throat.

Wen Qingzhu turned around and looked at him with a smile: "I know who your master is, so I don't need you." ”

After saying this, Wen Qingzhu waved his big sleeves.

The thief, whose body was completely stiff, only felt a gust of wind, and then from his nose, a sharp pain that spread to his lungs.

In just five or six breaths, the thief bled and fell down like an old and rotten old tree.

Lu Tao and the others hurriedly caught up: "Miss, are you okay?" ”