Zong Huo glared at him fiercely, turned around and sat on the couch with a snort.

Ji Langzhong didn't dare to delay, and soon came, when he saw Zong Huo's face, he almost choked his chest in one breath.

"Childe, how did you become like this..."He carried the medicine box in disbelief, and at this moment, even if Zong Huo was sluggish, he had already realized that something was wrong, and he stared at Ji Langzhong tightly without making a sound.

The leader of the dead looked cold: "Don't talk nonsense, Ji Langzhong, when Gongzi needs you, shouldn't you let Gongzi know your value?" ”

Listening to this threatening words, Ji Lang hated it in the center, but he was really frightened by Zong Huo's appearance, only to see him gritting his teeth and sitting next to Zong Huo's bed with the medicine box.

Zong Huo's current appearance, the evil ghost is a little better looking than him.

Ji Langzhong held Zong Huo's pulse with one hand, only to feel that it was as hot as fire, and Ji Langzhong couldn't help but tremble with his fingertips.

Zong Huo remained motionless this time, and unexpectedly cooperated with Ji Langzhong.

This pulse diagnosis took an extremely long time, and everyone was frightened by Zong Huo's appearance, and there was silence in the air with their heads down.

Ji Langzhong's trembling fingertips finally left Zong Huo.

Zong Huo stared at Ji Langzhong, waiting for him to say something. The leader of the dead looked at Ji Langzhong and said coldly, "How is the son?" ”

Ji Langzhong's hands were still trembling, he reached into the medicine box, took out a hand towel from it, and slowly wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead: "Childe, how much liquor did you drink last night?" ”

In order to prevent Zong Huo from going out, the dead soldiers almost responded to his orders, including buying the strongest liquor in Wuzhou, and there were many beauties in the wine every day.

Zong Huo stared at him fiercely: "How much wine does this son want to drink, what does it have to do with you?" ”

Ji Langzhong's face turned pale, he looked at Zong Huo's face and said: "Childe, as early as a month before Childe left Chang'an, Childe was locked underground, and the uncleanness of the diet and the harsh environment have hollowed out Childe's body. And this more than a month has been on the road for days... Childe on the road no

With the restraint of wanton wine, coupled with the fear of fleeing for his life, the son has been under extreme pressure, and he can be on the verge of breaking out at any time, and when he arrives in Wuzhou... Childe should have been able to recuperate, but unfortunately, Childe, Childe, you..."

As Ji Langzhong said, everyone in the house is naturally in danger, and it seems to have gone through a cycle.

The leader of the dead looked cold, and gradually grasped the knife.

Zong Huoyang smashed Ji Langzhong's head with a teacup in his hand: "Don't recite your medical book here and say, how do you treat this son!?" ”

From Zong Huo's bloodshot eyes, he could also see his madness.

The water flowed down the top of Ji Langzhong's head, and he looked distracted and depressed.

"The small one will prescribe a recipe for the child, and the son must drink a bowl before each meal, and should not be too full during the meal, and must remember to quit meat and wine and meat, this matter... It's best to leave it to Childe's most trusted person to supervise Childe. ”

Zong Huo stared at Ji Langzhong with a gloomy face, but he didn't go crazy or act as irritable as usual.

At this time, the leader of the dead soldiers on the side finally stepped forward coldly, "Childe, if you need it, we will naturally be obligated to do it for the safety of Childe." ”

They are dead soldiers, and they can give their lives at any time for Zong Huo's life.

But at this time, Ji Langzhong squinted at them, and his hands were slowly clenched in his sleeves.

This group of dead soldiers is as cold as emotionless corpses, and they are not trustworthy at all...

Zong Huo stared at Ji Langzhong: "What else do you have to say?" ”

It can be seen that Ji Langzhong was full of courage when he said what he said just now, and when the leader of the dead soldiers stood up, he had already swallowed back the rest of the words in fear.

At this moment, Zong Huo stared at him and asked, wondering what else this Lang Zhong was hiding.

When Ji Langzhong came into contact with Zong Huo's eyes, he was subconsciously startled, stood up from the side of the bed, and then slowly knelt down and said, "Please son, you can't touch wine again for at least three years,... And women. ”

Zong Huo's eyes widened suddenly.

The leader of the dead looked at Ji Langzhong gloomily, and Ji Langzhong closed his eyes in resignation.

"What if this son can't do it?" Zong Huo stared at him.

Ji Langzhong clenched his palms and said: "Childe's body is still close to running out of oil, and the old man will do his best to take care of his son's body, but if the son does not cooperate, even if the old man is reincarnated Hua Tuo, it will be difficult to maintain it for the child." If, if the son can insist on three years without touching the wine, the old decay, the old decay can also guarantee the son... Live a long life, and there is no danger. ”

Ji Langzhong was arranged by Zong Huo's side by Zong Chuke, if Zong Huo didn't live long, he wouldn't be able to live. So he can only say these words to Zong Huo, he is not like Zong Huo who has a good father to rely on, he still has a wife and children, if he is taken to hell by this gentleman, he can't even die.

At this time, the leader of the dead soldiers actually stared at Ji Langzhong and said, "You Fanglangzhong, who can only practice medicine in Chang'an City by relying on Lord Shangshu, dare to be so bold as to threaten our son?" ”

Ji Langzhong couldn't hold back the tone in his heart, turned his head to stare at the leader and said: "The heart of the doctor's parents, the old man wants to ask you, you don't restrain your son's indulgence in wine, what kind of heart do you have?" ”

The eyes of the leader of the dead were cloudy: "Look for death!" ”

I saw the long knife pulled out and slashed directly at the Tianling Gai in Ji Lang.

"Fuck you!" Just watched an angry curse come from the couch, and then Zong Huo kicked out viciously, and the leader of the dead subconsciously wanted to hide, but after his eyes sank, he took this kick hard.

After Zong Huo finished kicking, he scolded, pointed at the nose of the leader of the dead soldiers, and squirted: "You dare to draw a knife before my son speaks?" Are you looking for death!? ”

It is better to say that Zong Huo was disobedient to this dead leader several times before, and he was already angry.

At this moment, he listened to Ji Langzhong's words, and was worried and angry in his heart, so he watched the leader of the dead suddenly draw his sword, and wanted to kill Ji Langzhong without even saying a word.

Zong Huo's anger was completely provoked, "Didn't Lang Zhong say that you dead people have long had two hearts for this son?" ”

Otherwise, why would you pull out a knife and kill Ji Langzhong?

Zong Huo was already suspicious, and at this time, he looked more and more unpleasantly at the leader of the dead soldiers.

The leader of the dead immediately knelt down: "We are waiting to protect the heart of the son, but the sun and the moon, besides, we are all personally elected by Lord Shangshu, how can it be unfavorable to the son?" ”

Zong Huo's hand pinched the horns of the quilt tightly, and he also knew that there would be no problem with this group of dead soldiers, but the action of this person pulling out the knife just now still planted a knot of doubt in his heart.

"Get out of here for Ben Gongzi!"

The leader of the dead men kowtowed, then slowly stood up with his knife, turned and left the door step by step.

Ji Langzhong knelt on the ground like a wood carving clay sculpture, and at this time, Zong Huo's irritable eyes looked at him coldly, and said for a while: "Write out the recipe you want to give to my son." ”

Ji Langzhong stumbled up from the ground, slowly walked to the table, picked up a pen and paper and began to write prescriptions.

People like Zong Huo, no matter how lawless, are still cowards who are afraid of death after all.

He stared gloomily at Ji Langzhong's back to write the formula, and his eyes were constantly bloodshot and red, which was very terrifying.

After Ji Langzhong prescribed the prescription, he was quickly taken by his personal servant, and after examining it, he handed it to the slave in the house and went to the street to grab the medicine.

And after this patch was boiled out, it was immediately served to Zong Huo, who drank a bowl in a rough voice, and was personally protected by the two dead soldiers to sleep.

After another night, getting up on the second day, Zong Huo quickly kicked a maid to get him a mirror, the bronze mirror shone in front of his eyes, and everything on his face disappeared, except for the excessive paleness, it was still the same son Zong Huo.

Zong Huo was "satisfied" at this time, threw away the bronze mirror, and began to pant and shouted: "Come on, this son is thirsty!" ”

When he saw the ginseng tea with a hint of bitterness that his subordinates had brought over, Zong Huo's eyes flashed with a cold light.

But in the end, he still picked up the cup of ginseng tea and drank it cleanly.

Three years, three years can not touch women, wine.

Zong Huo's eyes were cloudy, "This son asked you, the situation of this son here, did anyone tell me about my father?" ”

A dead man lowered his head: "Back to Gongzi, on the day I arrived in Wuzhou, I sent a letter to Lord Shangshu to inform Gongzi that he was safe." Childe's affair in the past two days... We'll have time to tell you yet. ”

Zong Huo stared at him and sneered: "It's too late?" ”

It was only a matter of a moment to write a letter to the carrier pigeons they raised.

The dead man bowed his head and said, "In the past two days, we have been worried about the safety of my son, and I have been patrolling Wuzhou City, so I will definitely have time to send a letter to Lord Shangshu. ”

Zong Huo's eyes were still bloodshot: "Okay, bring the pen and paper, and my son will personally reply to my father." ”

How could an unfilial son, who only knows his own pleasures, think of writing this road in person if he does not really feel that his life is threatened.

The dead man brought Zong Huo a pen and paper, Zong Huo stared at him coldly, and then stared at the letter in front of him and squinted his eyes.

——

At night in the Shangshu Mansion of the Chang'an Military Department, the staff walked into Zong Chuke's study with their heads down. According to the date of the last letter from the dead man, Zong Huo should have arrived in Wuzhou at this moment. In the hearts of the staff, they are also proud of their success at this moment. After this incident, in Shangshu Mansion, he must have been under one person.

Gently pushing open the door of the study, Zong Chuke was standing in front of the window with his back to him.

"In the past, the unfilial son liked to toss the black smoke miasma of Shangshu Mansion at this time."

Zong Chuke himself is a person who is not close to women, in the past, how could there be such a quiet night.

The look in the staff's eyes moved slightly, and he said quietly: "After this time, Huo Gongzi will definitely be able to understand the hardships of the adults." ”

Zong Chuke's eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned around coldly from the window: "Are you sure Huo'er has arrived in Wuzhou safely?" ”

If Zong Shangshu was a ruthless tiger in the past, now he is a cold-blooded viper who has no emotion.

The staff smiled faintly: "The subordinates are here to inform Lord Shangshu that since the son is fine, my lord... Naturally, you can do it with peace of mind. ”

Zong Chuke's hand in his sleeve was clenched, and his eyes were gloomy, and he was ready to move.