Chapter 17: Good Intentions
Zhaoyang's cold gaze fell on Zhou Xiaoli, "Don't jump, you wait for me!" ”
Zhou Xiaoli was suppressed by Zhaoyang's momentum.
Mrs. Jiang continued to poke Zhaoyang's nose and scolded: "What are you waiting for? Yu Zhenzhen even killed her own father, why don't you arrest her and send her to the county office? Such a slut should be punished with capital punishment, and five horses should be divided into ......"
At this moment, a muffled snort interrupted Mrs. Jiang's scolding.
Everyone saw Yu Shuqing, who was originally lying like a dead man, and suddenly moved.
Then, he slowly opened his eyes.
Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.
Yu Shuqing spoke weakly, "Am I dead?" ”
Zhaoyang said calmly: "No, you will live a hundred years old." ”
"Really, what's wrong with your forehead?" As soon as Yu Shuqing saw the wound on his daughter's forehead, he was eager to sit up and ask what was going on, but he pulled the wound, and the pain made him break out in a cold sweat and almost faint again.
"I'm fine, you lie down first. Uncle Zhao, could you please see how he is? Zhaoyang held down Yu Shuqing and looked at Zhao Boheng.
Zhao Boheng came back to his senses at this time, and hurriedly stepped forward, and the No. 1 pulse was shocked by Yu Shuqing's pulse and was speechless.
"How is that possible?" He muttered to himself.
As if remembering something, he immediately went around and grabbed Yu Shuqing's other hand to check the pulse.
Fang Cai's pulse is clearly powerless, but now it has suddenly improved, and there is no danger of his life!
"The sky opened his eyes, and the third child actually came back from the ghost gate...... I'll prescribe medicine to you right away, so that you can take medicine and dressing, and you can be alive after a month or two of recuperation! Zhao Boheng was a little excited.
"Really, what did you eat for your father?"
Zhaoyang pursed his lips and looked at the young man leaning at the door of Zhao Boheng's house: "When I rescued him, he asked me to feed him the medicine I took from him and gave me a pill. ”
Hearing this, everyone followed her gaze.
It was a strange man, but he was the same as Yu Shuqing, his face was pale and covered in blood.
Zhou Xiaoli's heart trembled, and her whole person seemed to be sucked into her soul, staring at Pei Xuan's face and couldn't take her eyes off.
Pei Xuan was very happy that Zhaoyang dragged him out as a shield, but his face was not obvious, and he was still cold: "The girl has a good heart." ”
"Is the third child really okay?" Mrs. Yu only reacted at this time, and asked in a trembling voice, "Alive?" ”
"I really gave him a life-saving pill, this is a blessing to save people!" Zhao Boheng sighed, "If it weren't for the kindness of saving people, I'm afraid that the third child would have to confess today." ”
"I knew it was really a lucky star for our family!" Mrs. Yu wiped her tears, and she really couldn't stand the ups and downs.
Luckily, people are fine!
"Old lady of the Jiang family, what are you running for?" Zhaoyang Liangliang spoke, "We haven't settled the account yet!" ”
Old Mrs. Yu found that Mrs. Jiang wanted to slip away quietly, and immediately rushed up to grab her hair: "The old man wants to run? If I don't beat you today, your Jiang family won't recognize you, so I won't be called Hu Juan! ”
While beating, Mrs. Yu called the eldest daughter-in-law and the second daughter-in-law to come up and help.
Mrs. Jiang was pressed to the ground by the third mother-in-law and daughter-in-law of the Yu family, and she screamed and screamed.
Zhou Xiaoli took the opportunity to run in front of Pei Xuan and took the initiative to talk: "My name is Zhou ...... Yu Huilan, can you tell me the name of the child? ”
Pei Xuan's eyes became colder, he hadn't forgotten that this woman had just scolded him for being the eldest princess spirit.
Zhou Xiaoli was very proud that she had crossed the halo of the heroine, and she really met such a handsome guy, and her mind was full of the future of living and flying with him.
Pei Xuan glanced at her, and cherished the words like gold: "Ugly refusal." ”