Huang Shilang nodded, "At first, my son didn't know what it was for, but he saw the sign of Xinglintang on the bottle, so he quietly sneaked into De'an to investigate." ”

"The victims on De'an's side said that the plague had been controlled, and that Mu Niangzi had made a medicine to restrain the plague, and the son asked someone, and the description should be almost the same as this. ”

Nannan Hou clenched the glass bottle in his hand with a calm face, and the expression on his face was obscure.

Mu Jin made an antidote to the plague, but his eldest son died on the way to De'an, still holding a bottle of Xinglintang's medicine in his hand before he died.

What does this mean?

Didn't his eldest son die of the plague? And his death had something to do with Xinglintang?

Nan Nanhou's expression kept changing, but the hand holding the glass bottle was getting closer and closer, and finally he heard a crisp bang, and the sound of the bottle shattering.

Shattered glass shards fell, and the liquid inside spilled onto the floor, and soon onto the carpet that lay on the floor.

"Father!" Huang Qilang, who had been secretly observing the Southwest Hou, shouted out and stepped forward to check the Southwest Hou's hand.

Southwest Hou waved his hand, his face had calmed down, "You two go out, I want to be quiet." ”

Huang Qilang paused, and went out with Huang Shilang one after another.

Walking to the door, there was a deep voice from the Southwest Hou behind him, "Since Mu Jin has made a medicine to restrain the plague, fourth, spread the news and let the Han Governor go to Mu Jin." ”

Huang Shilang respectfully agreed, and Huang Qilang's face changed slightly.

The two walked out of the study in silence.

"Fourth brother is a good method!" After the two walked out of the study for a distance, Huang Qilang turned around and looked at Huang Shilang with a smile.

"I don't understand what the seventh brother is talking about!" Huang Shilang looked around cautiously.

The corners of Huang Qilang's mouth floated with a hint of ridicule, "Why does the fourth brother have to pretend to be confused?"

Huang Shilang glanced at him, "The seventh brother's means are not far behind, each other!"

"You!" Huang Qilang's face changed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth dissipated.

"I still have something to do, I won't accompany the seventh brother, if the seventh brother is fine, you might as well go back to Shinan first." Huang Shilang flicked his sleeves and left happily.

Huang Qilang looked at his back as he walked away, his eyes narrowed coldly, and after a while, he snorted coldly, "Who can laugh until the end, hum!"

Nannan Hou himself sat quietly in the study for a while, and ordered someone to call his henchmen and soldiers in.

"Go check, check carefully, I want to know how the son of the world died?"

The soldiers took the order and left, leaving the Southwest Marquis to sit alone in the gradually dim study, with an unknown expression.

When Mu Jin returned to Dongshan Temple, it was already dark.

There was silence in Dongshan Temple, and the victims all looked at her with worried faces when they saw Mu Jin coming back.

They already knew that Mu Jin and Song Yanzhao were about to get engaged, and now Song Yanzhao's whereabouts are unknown, Mu Jin is looking hard every day, but there is no trace.

Mu Niangzi must have been very sad in her heart, right? But when she heard that the evil was time-consuming, she still chose to give them medicine first.

Mu Niangzi didn't give up on them!

They can't do anything for Mu Niangzi, the only thing they can do now is to take care of their bodies and help Mu Niangzi to find someone.

Mu Jin went directly to the pharmacy to dispense the medicine and waited quietly.

She didn't know if Song Yanzhao would come, but it had been four or five days since he left, and when the news of the death of Hou Shizi in the southwest came, Mu Jin intuitively felt that he should come back.

As soon as the hour passed, the Dongshan Temple gradually quieted down, and the candle flame was extinguished, leaving only the lamp under the corridor emitting a dim light, swaying quietly with the wind.

The heavy rain that had been falling for many days finally stopped three days ago, and the air was overcast and the air was stuffy.

The door of the back window made a soft sound, Song Yanzhao jumped in gently, raised his eyes and saw Mu Jin's bright eyes, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, "Waiting for me?"

Mu Jin nodded with a smile, and then stepped forward to check the injuries on his body.

This kind of feeling of being cared for and worried about all the time is really good, Song Yanzhao looked at the girl who came to his shoulder softly and hurriedly reapplied the medicine to him, muttering that he should pay attention not to touch the water, and his heart was a soft mess.

After taking the medicine, the two sat down to talk.

Song Yanzhao habitually took Mu Jin into his arms, "You've worked hard these days, are you tired?"

He kissed Mu Jin's smooth forehead with pity.

Mu Jin adjusted his posture in his arms, bent his eyebrows, and said nothing without pretentiousness, "When I go back and sleep well for three days and three nights, I guess I will rest." ”

Song Yanzhao tightened his arms and hugged her tighter, "Soon, I'll be able to go back soon." ”

The plague in Dongshan Temple has been controlled, in fact, Mu Jin can go back, but now that Chengdu Mansion is closed by the southwest, it is not a good time to go back.

If he wants to go back, he has to bring down the southwest Hou in one fell swoop, otherwise, once he shows up, it is estimated that he will not be able to return to Chengdu Mansion.

Mu Jin leaned comfortably on his chest, his eyes slightly closed, "Do you know that the prince of the southwest is dead?"

Song Yanzhao stroked her jet-black hair and hummed softly.

Mu Jin opened his eyes and looked at him, "How did he die?" When he left Dongshan Temple, he was obviously fine, and Mr. Shen also fed him anti-sepsis medicine, it is impossible for him to die of sepsis!"

Song Yanzhao's hand was stunned, and his expression was strange, "You said that Mr. Shen fed him anti-sepsis medicine?"

Mu Jin nodded.

Song Yanzhao frowned, he had quietly infiltrated Chengdu Mansion in the past few days, secretly investigating Southwest Hou and Yin Zhiheng, and when he heard the news of the death of Southwest Hou Shizi, he didn't pay too much attention to it, but he naturally trusted the medicine made by Mu Jin.

"In this way, the death of the Southwest Hou Shizi is indeed strange, I will let Peng Zhongchun investigate this matter, it seems that I also have to go to the Southwest Hou Mansion to find out the truth. Song Yanzhao said thoughtfully.

After that, he lowered his head and saw Mu Jin looking at him with a pair of dark apricot eyes, and couldn't help but smile, "I'll just worry about these things, just make medicine with your peace of mind, if I guess correctly, Governor Han will send someone to you tomorrow to get medicine, the plague on Jianyang's side can't be controlled, and many people have died." ”

Mu Jin blinked, "You can't take this medicine indiscriminately, I have to go to Jianyang to see it in person." ”

"No!" Song Yanzhao's face changed slightly, "Where is the territory of the Huang family in Jianyang, I don't worry about you going." ”

Most of the doctors in Heshuntang are in Jianyang, and Mu Jin went over, in case he was stumped by them.

"There are many kinds of bacteria that can be infected with sepsis, and the patients in Jianyang are not necessarily the same as those in De'an, and I have to see them for myself to know. Mu Jin frowned slightly, pulled down Song Yanzhao's sleeve, and said words with a hint of softness and glutinousness.

Song Yanzhao had no resistance to such a Mu Jin at all.

He thought about it for a while, and then reluctantly agreed, "Wait for tomorrow, I estimate that King Fu will arrive tomorrow, and when the time comes, King Fu will preside over the overall situation, first let him transfer the people from Heshuntang from Jianyang, and then you take Weizong and Shi Hu and them over again." ”