"Young Master Xu, our lady said she wanted to see you." The little maid saw Nan Qiang grabbing his sleeve and crying.

Nanqiang raised his eyebrows: "Your lady is sick?" Nanqiang whispered: "Last night was fine, it was not windy or rainy, and the weather was not cold." ”

"Childe, go in and see our lady."

Nanqiang was pulled into the room by the maid, and Nanqiang saw Yan Yujiao lying on the bed covered with red bumps, her face was dead white, and her eyes were empty and she looked at Nanqiang panting.

Nanqiang covered his nose and looked at the maid: "What kind of disease does your little lady have?" ”

"The slave didn't know, the slave and maid invited in early this morning, and saw that the little lady was covered with these red spots, and her clothes were soaked with the sheets and bedding behind her, and the little lady kept her mouth open like this, and she couldn't speak."

The maid was sobbing and crying as she spoke, and Nanqiang took a step closer: "Have you invited Langzhong?" ”

"Please, Lang Zhong doesn't know what the disease is, some Lang Zhong also said that our little lady is afraid of a sudden illness and will not live long."

Nanqiang twisted his eyebrows, Yan Yujiao stretched out his hand to look at Nanqiang, Nanqiang glanced at the maid: "I have something to say to you little lady, you go out first." ”

Nanqiang sat on Yan Yujiao's bed, Nanqiang watched Yan Yujiao's lips squirm, and Nanqiang frowned closer.

Nanqiang only heard Nanqiang spit out one or two words weakly, and Nanqiang lowered his head.

"Strict ......"

"Strict ......"

"Song......

"Yan Song?" Nan Qiang's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand to probe Yan Yujiao's breath.

"He poisoned you?"

Yan Yujiao's eyelids moved, and she didn't spit out a word for a long time when she exhaled through her mouth.

Nanqiang took out an antidote pill from his arms and stuffed it into Yan Yujiao's mouth.

In the middle of the sound, Yan Yujiao gradually regained a little look.

Yan Yujiao groaned for a while, and the skin on her neck had already been scratched.

Nanqiang We soothes the scar glue on Yan Yujiao's wound, Yan Yujiao looked at Nanqiang, her eyes were confused and complicated.

When Nanqiang got up, he called the maid in: "Let her swallow it every two hours, and apply this ointment outside." ”

The little maid looked at Nanqiang and was stunned for a moment, and rushed to Su Su to see Nanqiang's back in a hurry, her eyebrows tightened.

Nanqiang rushed back to the yard and kicked Huaiqing Door, Huaiqing was teasing the birds, Nanqiang shouted as soon as he entered the door: "Stinky Taoist, bring all your medicine and powder made under the Yin Damage, I won't lift the roof of his house today, I can't swallow this breath." ”

Huaiqing watched Nanqiang rummage through the cabinet and put down the birdcage: "Don't turn it over!" Here, here! ”

Huaiqing took it out of his arms: "Didn't you go to Zuixianglou to visit your delicate jade petite lady, this murder is the same, which son's brother robbed you of the Oiran."

I can tell you, this is at the feet of the Son of Heaven, don't keep using your rogue tricks, this is really a stab into the hornet's nest, and the Daluo Immortal can't save you. ”

Nanqiang stopped, Huaiqing's face was suddenly frightened, Nanqiang looked at the sword behind Huaiqing: "What about the knife, give me 0 for the knife, I will chop that grandson today." ”

Nanqiang picked a handful, and Huaiqing followed behind: "After talking for a long time, which son offended you?!" ”

Huaiqing pulled Nanqiang: "No matter who it is, you can't go out now, Yan Song, the secret spy department, has been dismissed from his post and thought about it, Yuan Wangchun is all over the street about the fire in Baiteng Pavilion last night and the two lawsuits of the secret spy department, Yuan Wangchun has already set his sights on us." ”

Nanqiang looked back at Huaiqing: "You don't go out of the door, where did you hear all this news?" ”

Huaiqing proudly raised his shirt: "Even if I sit at home, I can do everything in the world." ”

Nanqiang's eyes lit up, and Huaiqing coughed dryly: "As the saying goes, money can make ghosts grind, and the news will naturally reach your ears when you have enough silver." ”

Huaiqing covered the teacup: "I also know one thing, Yan Yujiao's poison last night was under Yan Song, this poison is called Thousand Worms, this thing is much more poisonous than my poison on King Yu."

Yan Song was dismissed from his post by the head of the department, and he also risked the punishment of violating the rules of the secret spy department and secretly sneaked into Yan Yujiao's room in the middle of the night to poison him, indicating that Yan Song had been forced to the point where the dog jumped over the wall.

Didn't you set fire to Baiteng Pavilion last night just to provoke a dispute between Baiteng Pavilion and the Secret Spy Division? Let Yan Song be aggrieved and take advantage of it.

This time, let you fight crookedly, Yuan Wangchun, the secret spy department, is Yan Song's fellow brother, Yuan Wangchun worshiped under Jiangbei Zhimen earlier than Yan Song, and is Yan Song's senior brother.

Although Yuan Wangchun is a senior brother, he can investigate and solve cases, but he is not good at it, and he is inferior to Yan Song, a junior brother.

Jiang Beizhi will return to his hometown in a few years, and the head of the department can only choose one of his two apprentices.

In my opinion, this time, as long as you add fire between Yuan Wangchun and Yan Song, this matter will already get twice the result with half the effort. ”

Nanqiang approached Huaiqing: "Then what did you mean when you just said that Yuan Wangchun had been eyeing us?" ”

Huaiqing sighed lightly: "Yan Song can't be blamed for this, Yan Song didn't please you, so he clearly pushed Yuan Wangchun to suffer."

Wait, Yuan Wangchun won't come to you today, he will come tomorrow, you go to Yan Song now to ask for an antidote, and Yan Song is in Yan Song's arms.

The more you don't care about this matter, the less embarrassed Yan Song will be, Yan Yujiao Besides, now Yan Song has been grounded. ”

Huaiqing took out the bottles and jars from Nanqiang's hand: "These are all good things, and they will be very useful in the future." If we can outwit it, why waste the money on the pill. ”

Huaiqing took out the last jar of eye pills: "Besides, with your strength, Yan Song is not enough to stuff his teeth, the coming day is long, we will slowly kill him and put him to death!" ”

Nan Qiang squinted his eyes and pondered for a moment: "You mean, this Yuan Wangchun still hasn't gone up to Yuan Wangchun?" ”

Huaiqing said a lot, Nanqiang was still in front of him, and Huaiqing was disgusted and didn't dare to show it.

"It can't be said that it can't be compared, it depends on which aspect."

Nanqiang looked at Huaiqing's crotch, and Huaiqing brushed his clothes: "Look?!" I mean that this Yuan Wangchun is not capable enough, but when it comes to being insidious and vicious, Yan Song is definitely inferior to Yuan Wangchun. ”

"It's easy to dodge open guns, but it's hard to defend against dark arrows." Huaiqing elongates the tail.

Nanqiang glanced at Huaiqing: "If you want me to say insidious and vicious, you dare to admit the first, no one dares to recognize the second." ”

"Sit down for a while and take a sip of tea to cool off."

Nanqiang glanced at Huaiqing, who was dressed in a Taoist robe, and was carrying a shabby cloth bag.

Nanqiang circled around Huaiqing: "Why do you want to go out to set up a stall today, you are not afraid that the princess will come out and catch you into the palace as a concubine." ”

Nanqiang reached out and pulled Huaiqing's robe, and Nanqiang pulled the robe back.

"Get up, don't think I don't know, when you look at the princess, that hara is about to flow out."

Huai glanced at Nanqiang innocently, Nanqiang looked at the scorching sun outside, and the flowers in the courtyard were all wilting.

Huaiqing sat back on the stool: "Poor Dao pinched his fingers, this day is an auspicious time in the West Mountain." ”

Nanqiang was bored and crossed Erlang's legs: "Bai Zhi, go and make a pot of peach blossoms." ”

Bai Zhi was holding a bamboo pole and beating cicadas on the tree outside the door, and when she heard Nanqiang's call, Bai Zhi used a force in her hand to beat a summer cicada to the ground.

Bai Zhi heard the noise, trampled the cicada to death with a big fat foot, and then responded weakly: "It's coming." ”