The bitter north wind whistled across the land again, blowing off the yellow leaves of the ground, leaving dry branches, abrupt and dry.

The man has a long and slender body, and his body is not stained with dust. Dressed in plain Confucian robes, he was tall and gentle. The auspicious cloud hairpin will be black hair on the head, but it is noble, and the waist is equipped with auspicious clouds and Tian jade, and the carving is meticulous but natural.

"Is that you?"

The deep voice came from behind him, and the man turned around, shocked by the heavenly man, with a fairy-like temperament, and his voice was very textured: "Mr. Lu, I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you doing lately?" ”

"If you are not satisfied, Lu is rude." Lü Buwei gave a slight salute. When he heard Zhang Jian come to report, he was a little unconvinced, but now when he sees this person again, he still feels in a trance.

"I won't say much to you, I just advise you, you can afford to take it and put it down." The man's expression was faint, his speech was flat, and he said things that had nothing to do with him.

"I don't know what you mean, sir?" Lu Buwei was puzzled, "Mr. Zeng said, eight daughters, twins, dragons and phoenixes are extraordinary. Now that someone Lu has urged, it is when the world is changing, why does Mr. say this? ”

"Exploring the way of heaven is not the way of heaven." The man sighed and turned to leave.

"Mr. stay, Lu still has something to understand, please stay with Mr." Lu Buwei followed the man's footsteps, but in the blink of an eye, the figure in front of him disappeared, "Zhang Jian, have you seen how Mr. Wumo left?" ”

Seeing the figure leaving in front of his eyes, Lu Buwei was helpless.

"Mr. Wumo is an extraordinary person...... Zhang Jian replied, but it was also expected by Lu Buwei.

"That's it!" He said so on his lips, but he didn't think so in his heart. What Wu Mo said, I think it has a deep meaning.

"Sir, there's news from Gao, and it's expected." Zhang Jian unveiled the topic. Although the news came slowly, Gao still planned to betray the old master for Zhao Chan's sake after all.

"Hmm." Lu Buwei calmed down and nodded. The doubts in my heart suddenly had an answer at this moment, "Wang Jian broke Pingyang City so quickly, if it weren't for his own ability, someone rushed to Pingyang City before us and sent the army deployment map of Pingyang City!" ”

"If it is Wang Qian's strategy, then this person is really terrifying, and he can break through the city that has been re-defended in such a short time; But if someone preemptively sold the favor to Wang Jian first," Zhang Jian suddenly realized the strict nature of the problem, and when he sent the defense map to the day, the Qin army had already broken through Pingyang, "Among our own people, there are fine works!?" ”

"No, it should be Wang Qian's person!" Lü Buwei immediately denied Zhang Jian's judgment, and the people he cultivated could never have a problem. "In the Zhao Palace, Wang Jian must have put a lot of eyeliner."

"My subordinates will check it now!" Zhang Jian immediately took action.

"It's too late!" At this point, it was too late. Presumably Zhao Chan's matter, Wang Jian must have also learned about it. Lu Buwei closed his eyes, and his heart gradually sank with this thought.

"Sir, Mrs. Huayang......" Zhang Jian reminded in time.

"Take out the ancient beads hidden deep in the house." Lu Buwei opened his eyes, and his eyes were already clear. That ancient pearl is handed down by the ancestors, about the size of a baby's fist, the whole body is black, the color is round, but it can't see any fame, except for being rare, it seems to be useless. All day long, being placed in the house is just to save face for the whole ancestor. Now for the sake of strangers, it is also worth the money. Thinking like this, Lu Buwei was relieved in his heart.

"No." Zhang Jian was ordered to leave, knowing that Lu Buwei was planning to continue to bribe Mrs. Huayang. This Mrs. Huayang is quite favored by An Guojun and likes such rare ornaments. It's a pity that there has been nothing to do, so there is a stepchild called Inhuman. Now that the situation is in the situation, Wang Jian already knows that Mr. has not kept the contract, and the appointment with him is probably not worth it.

The north wind is still blowing, blowing away the dead leaves and cooling people's hearts.

"Chan'er, are you feeling better?" Knowing that Zhao Chan was sick, Yiren frowned, full of concern.

"Gongzi Xie cares, it's no big deal." Zhao Chan sat on the couch, her tone was still lukewarm, and her face was sickly pale, but she was forced to hold on.

Yiren sat opposite Zhao Chan, looking embarrassed, he didn't understand why Zhao Chanzhi's attitude towards him was still so cold after Xiao An slipped the child, but he was already asking, "Chan'er, what are you still dissatisfied with?" Why do you do this to me? ”

"You forget, it's your child." Hearing the meaning of the other person's words, Zhao Chan's expression was still cold, her lips opened lightly, and although the words she said had no confidence, they went straight to the hearts of the people.

Yiren was stunned, and he didn't expect that Zhao Chan had already guessed everything. But even if he guessed everything, the result still didn't seem to be as good as he wanted.

"Childe, Zhao Chan never said that as long as Xiao An has no children, his attitude towards Childe will change." Zhao Chan ignored her weak body and her strange look, and insisted on speaking, "On the contrary, Zhao Chan once interceded for Xiao An and asked the son to treat Xiao An well." ”

After saying this, Inhuman was already speechless. He no longer knew how to face the stubborn woman in front of him. Originally, he thought that it was Xiao An's reason, but now it seems that Zhao Chan has given up on him. But he was so unwilling, he didn't want to......

"Girl! Chenchen seems to be a little wrong! Aunt Li was holding the child in her hands, her face was anxious, and she appeared in the house very unwell.

"What's wrong with Chenchen?" As soon as Zhao Chan heard that her daughter had an accident, she immediately got up from the couch and took the child from Aunt Li's hands. But as soon as she touched her daughter's forehead, Zhao Chan broke out in a cold sweat, "Chenchen, what's wrong with you?" ”

Chen Chen's forehead was so hot that Zhao Chan immediately panicked.

Seeing this, the stranger on the side shouted to the door: "Gong Li, call the imperial doctor, quickly!" Then he walked to Zhao Chan's side, took the child with him, and hugged Zhao Chan in his arms, "Chan'er, don't be afraid, Chen Chen will be fine!" ”

Zhao Chan calmed down a little, pushed away the stranger, and put Chen Chen on the bed in three steps and two steps, "Chen Chen, Chen Chen......"

Yiren looked at the empty embrace, and his heart finally sank to the bottom, and he turned around to leave. At this moment, he felt that there was no place for him here.

The imperial doctor came quickly, and he was still the same old man with gray sideburns. The technique is skillful, but he grabbed Zhao Chan's hand first and prepared to take the pulse.

Zhao Chan shook the old imperial doctor's hand, a little angry: "The imperial doctor is confused, it's Chenchen who is sick!" ”

The old imperial doctor was stunned, then turned to look at the child on the bed. The child's cheeks were flushed abnormally, and when he reached out and touched it again, the imperial doctor knew what the reason was, and although he smiled amiably, it was really annoying in Zhao Chan's eyes.

"What the hell is going on!" Zhao Chan asked angrily.

"I'm not in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry, I'm just a little cold, I found it in time, and it's not a big deal." The imperial doctor stroked his beard with a faint expression. "It's safe, just take a few doses of medicine and then breastfeed your child."

Someone outside the house who was reluctant to give up his daughter, heard the news, let go of his hanging heart, and turned to leave.

Zhao Chan breathed a sigh of relief, but lifted it again in the next moment.

"However, Zhao Ji, your body is really not good." The old imperial doctor continued to stroke his beard, saw the tea served, and drank a few sips, before he slowly spoke again, but it was extremely strict, "Zhao Ji, your body is very weak, if it is like today, the old man asserts that his life is only five years!" ”