Mr. Di’s words and deeds are heartbreaking.

It invisibly hurts Wang Langjun's nerves, and takes the opportunity to pass by the wall and goes straight to the second floor of Yunyin Pavilion.

When I entered the boudoir, I found Xianghe lying on the ground and spasm slightly.

It looks on the verge of death.

Testing that the breathing is extremely weak.

This is troublesome.

If Xianghe dies, Yun'er will be heartbroken and no one will accompany her, just afraid that she will lose weight day by day...

What should I do?

I am afraid that Xianghe will die of pain after moving.

It's too late to hire a doctor.

Damn it...hey, something seems wrong?

Why look for a doctor?

That old stubborn person always sticks to his brother and is silly.

Every time I rubbed, I was so excited that my face was full of redness.

Wouldn't it be...try? Wang Langjun was suspicious and leaned his hand against Xiang He's abdomen, which was curled up on the ground, covering her, thinking about healing and healing her wounds.

Just think about it and try the effect.

But a warm current gathered into the right palm and penetrated into Xianghe's body.

Respond, is it really amazing?

What kind of energy is this?

"Ahem, it hurts, it feels so comfortable..."

Dead? How is the lady? Xianghe moaned in confusion, soft and coquettish.

It was so tempting that Wang Langjun couldn't help but imagine, shook his head and shook his imagination, and whispered: "Don't move, I'm treating your injuries..."

"Ah, oh, is it the young master? Save the lady quickly, the lady is being bad..."

Healing, healing his wounds, but not dead, Xianghe quickly came back to her senses, enduring the pain and struggling to open her eyes, staring at the blurry shadows of the moonlight under the window, and said hurriedly.

No wonder Yun'er feels sorry for you, such a sweet girl. Wang Langjun was mixed with emotion and whispered: "Don't quarrel, be careful that it will be troublesome if the people in the village are alarmed.

Don't worry, your lady is safe and sound.

Yun'er is waiting outside in the woods.

Let's go when your injury is ready to move.

Leave Dijiazhuang together.”

"Leave? How can that work?

The lady is the daughter of the Di family, and she must be justified in getting married.

Otherwise, even if the lady is willing, she will not be able to let go of her mind.

Over time, depression will inevitably lead to knots.

If the lady hears a few words from outsiders that are insulting, unfaithful, or even more unpleasant, I am afraid that the lady will die of depression.

The lady has been in a miserable life since she was a child. I hope the young master will cherish the young master, and the Xianghe is a cow and a horse to repay the young master..."

Will the young master agree? Xianghe said with hope and praying.

What kind of pedantic etiquette is this? Wang Langjun was stunned and felt uncomfortable. He enjoyed the kindness of the beauty and poured a basin of ice water on it, but he couldn't bear to refuse and said, "Okay, you can supervise your brother to get close to Yun'er in the future, right?"

If Yun'er wants to be justified, then it is justified.

This matter is still difficult, don’t you feel at ease?"

"Well, yes, thank you for your pity...

There is another thing to report to the young master. Xiaoyun told her to the aunt that the maid who had the same color as the cousin was told.

My aunt was curious and watched.

Somehow it reached the old master's ears.

The old man asked the maid to come and ask for it, claiming that the strange flowers and treasures should be presented to the emperor, so as to gain some imperial aura and to shine the ancestors.

It is unquestionable to say it with confidence.

The lady forced her to send out the lotus with tears in her eyes, and then she fainted from crying.

After waking up, he sought death and said he was sorry for the favor of the young master.

The young master didn't know that the lady was really affectionate, which forced the cousin to go to the front yard to reason with the lady.

The lady then calmed down a little.

Who would have thought that the flower-picking thief would come unexpectedly and arrest people strongly?

In desperation, I pulled the police bamboo pole..."

I hope the young master doesn't mind. Xianghe looked at the young master's narration with shyness and worry.

This world is too difficult.

It always makes the poor and poor struggle to survive, and it never stops.

People in this seemingly peaceful and prosperous era have experienced the exploitation of powerful people and cannot turn over.

And the powerful are insatiable.

Use the interests of the people to bribe the dignitaries and nobles, climb higher and go further.

This is a deeply rooted worldly style.

Even though the Di family has now cut off the male lilac fire, they are still plundering the people and gathering heavy gifts to bribe the nobles.

Catching up with the appearance of the colorful lotus on the tongue, it induces the most primitive desire.

I want to cling to the royal family and reach the sky in one step.

Only care about glory and not family affection.

It's really terrible.

Are people crazy?

Why?

shock!

Xianghe couldn't figure it out. Wang Langjun saw through it and didn't want to stay in Dijiazhuang for a moment. He carried the shy Xianghe on his shoulders and left.

Nothing said.

Go straight to the woods, and escort the man in black tied into rice dumplings, and returns to the Eight Immortals House with Yun'er and Xianghe.

After settling down the female family, Wang Langjun walked into the lobby, looked around Qin Qiong and the old stubborn man in black and said, "How is it, has he confessed?"

"You guys, you're thinking too much.

Fifteen men in black lying on the back hillside, all of whom knew they could not do anything to commit suicide by taking poison.

From this point of view, they are by no means ordinary people.

It is likely that it is a dead soldier trained by a certain force.

Every time they succeed, they live, and if they fail, they die.

But this man in black is an exception.

But he wasn't dead, and he didn't say a word."

It was about to be in chaos inside and outside Chang'an City. Qin Qiong sat upright on the chair of the Grand Master, so beautiful that he could not bear it. But when he thought of these men in black, he said worriedly.

Those killers have very strange martial arts skills.

It seems to be from that person's work.

But that man didn't need to target a little person secretly.

This is weird.

Could it be... Qin Qiong thought of something, but it was inconvenient to say it to the young man clearly.

Isn't it easy to deal with it without saying a word? Wang Langjun didn't reply, walked straight to the man in black, dropped him on the beam of the lobby, and went down on his head and feet.

Then he pinched the golden hook on the silver-screwed fishing line, aimed at the Baihui point on the head of the man in black and hooked it in and said, "The golden hook is quite thin.

Fishing is the most suitable, and you will bleed when you catch the fish.

The blood flowed, and the fish slowly died.

Only fish understand the taste.
To be continued...