Chapter 101: People have been dead for days, how can they help?

"Old-fashioned, pretentious!" Xuanyuan Yu snorted lightly.

She didn't like this pretentious woman.

Thinking of this, Xuanyuan Yu hugged Xia Ruyan's arm and shook it a few times.

"Shen Gongzi, something happened. ”

A guard dressed in auction house clothes hurried into the apse, arched his hands, bowed his head and said, "The people of Tan Cheng have sent the body of their young master and placed it in front of our auction hall." ”

Chu Yue lowered her eyes, and her thick eyelashes hid the cunning light at the bottom of her eyes.

The main event, here.

Whether or not he can make a name for himself in Chang'an City depends on this half-dead young master of Tan Cheng.

Song Shu frowned, and then sighed, "Let's go and have a look." ”

The young master of Tan Cheng is a thirteen-year-old boy with the poison of ice sacrifice in his body, and his limbs are like ice cubes.

Song Shu used to be an alchemist, and once he was seriously injured and was rescued by Lord Tan.

At that time, he accidentally ingested the antidote to the ice sacrifice poison, so he swore to the sky and promised to cure the young master of Tan Cheng.

"Miss Ye, you rest in the apse first, and Gongzi Song and I will go over to settle the matter of the young master of Tancheng. "Yun Ji is like a ritual, and her voice is like a charm.

"I know a lot about medicine, so I might be able to help. Chu Yue smiled slightly.

Yun Ji: "......"

People have been dead for days, how can we help? dig up a grave on the spot, or do you have a funeral right away?

......

Night.

The autumn wind is blowing everywhere, and the frost is thick.

The streets of the underground market are crowded and lively at midnight.

Looking at the front of the auction hall again, there was even more congestion.

A corpse, lying across the marble floor.

The corpse's body, eyebrows and eyes were all congealed with heavy hoarfrost.

So much so that this small piece of heaven and earth is as cold as winter snow.

A gray-haired, aged slave knelt on the ground, tears sliding out of his cloudy eyes.

"My poor young master, you are only thirteen years old, and if someone hadn't accidentally ingested your antidote, you would be in high spirits by now. ”

The house slaves wept and were full of pain.

Every word is a complaint against Song Shu.

The surrounding spectators are also sorry:

"It's pitiful, only thirteen years old, such a young age. ”

"I heard that this young master of Tan Cheng, before he was poisoned, was a genius of the famous vassal states, and he was also exceptionally admitted to the Divine Xuan Academy. ”

"It's a pity, God is jealous of talent. ”

"This is to blame, and it has to be blamed on that Song Gongzi. ”

Song Shu strode out, and when he heard those voices, his eyes dimmed a little.

Song Shu walked over and helped the house slave who was kneeling on the ground up: "Uncle Zhang, Song will give Tan Cheng an explanation for this matter, you get up first." ”

Uncle Zhang shook off Song Shu's hand, "Song Gongzi is a person who has no faith in his words, the old slave can't believe Song Gongzi's words, he only hates the young master of my family, and he died unjustly!"

In the carriage behind, out of a middle-aged man wearing a python robe, majestic and high-spirited.

"City Lord Tan. Song Shu nodded.

City Lord Tan's eyes were a little swollen, and there was a heavy dark blue under his eyes, which showed that he was tired these days.

"Song Shu, my son is dead, is this your explanation? If I knew that my son would die so tragically, I shouldn't have rescued you, a white-eyed wolf, back to the mansion in the first place. City Lord Tan said angrily.

Song Shu took care of the loss and lowered his head.

In this matter, he could only be scolded by Lord Tan on the ground.

Although he was proficient in the art of alchemy, he was powerless in the face of the strange poison of the Ice Sacrifice of the Young Master of Tan City.

"City Lord Tan, I'm sorry, my medical skills are not good enough. ”