Jimo Qinghe followed, but saw Zhou Zong shaking twice and spitting out two mouthfuls of blood and sitting on the ground, Jimo Qinghe immediately supported Zhou Zong, and was about to call Yicheng when he opened his mouth, but Zhou Zong grabbed him.

"Scream, come at night, don't be public."

Jimo Qinghe looked down at Zhou Zong, his eyes were slightly dark, and he helped Zhou Zong to sit down.

"Master Wang, wait a minute."

As he spoke, he went out of the room and called for a servant to invite the prince of the night.

The night came quickly, and as soon as he entered the door, he shouted loudly: "Master Wang, are you feeling unwell again?" ”

"Ahem." Zhou Zong deliberately coughed twice, signaling to look at Jimo Qinghe at night.

The night was dumbfounded, and then an embarrassed smile.

"Lord Jimo is also here, just now the servant said that Chen Qiandian asked me to take a look, I thought it was Master Wang'......"

That is, Mo Qing and Qing shallow nodded.

"It's true that Master Wang is unwell."

Su Ye's face changed suddenly, and he took two steps forward to check Zhou Zong's pulse, and the more he diagnosed, the more anxious he became.

"At the beginning of the rising sun, the poison of the king master was obviously solved, but now it seems to be unharmed." Jimo Qinghe stood aside and asked.

"This ......" Su Ye put down his hand to diagnose the pulse, but Zhou Zong grabbed Su Ye and signaled him not to speak, and looked at Jimo Qinghe seriously.

"Master Jimo, now that I am old, Haotian Imperial Hall, I will soon be handed over to you young people, now can you tell me, who are you?"

Instant ink and lowered his eyes,

"Below is the disciple of Master Yanquan, that is, Mo Qinghe."

Zhou Zong's eyes were like torches.

"You know I won't believe you're just a simple academic master."

"Although I have something to hide, but just because I have some hardships, once I have entered this Haotian court, I will never bear the people of Haotian and the eldest princess."

Ji Mo Qinghe said in a low voice but firmly.

Zhou Zong smiled slightly.

"What guarantees do you have?"

Jimo Qinghe turned around and took two steps forward, looking at Su Ye with burning eyes.

"There is a witch doctor clan in the easternmost part of Haotian, I think the prince of the night should know about it."

A sparkle appeared in the eyes of the night.

"Your Highness does know that this clan has some secret techniques that are not passed down to the outside world, which are very wonderful."

Jimo Qinghe nodded.

"The minister once passed by this witch doctor clan when he traveled all over the world, and because he helped a little bit, the witch doctor patriarch gave me a gadget." Jimo Qinghe took out a small square box from his sleeve. "The name of this thing is called Relief Gu, with your own blood and her hair as Gu, the two will be connected to each other, if the person who gave the hair is in danger, the person who gives the blood will bear all the physical injuries on behalf of the other party."

Immediately Mo Qinghe gently placed the square box on the table.

"With this guarantee, Master Wang is still satisfied?"

Zhou Zong didn't expect Jimo Qinghe to make such a move, he squinted slightly, but he frowned, although he loved his sister, but this kind of thing that made people protect their lives was a little too unkind.

"Lord Jimo, what does this mean?" Zhou Zong said loudly.

Jimo Qing and extremely beautiful eyes picked it out, as if it wasn't a big deal, and bowed gently.

"This is my guarantee to Master Wang, and it is also my guarantee to the eldest princess."

"This Gu is so strange, it's not possible." Late at night.

Zhou Zong lowered his head in contemplation, and raised his hand for a while.

"If Lord Jimo is willing to do this, I think it might as well be a method."

Seeing Zhou Zong all night means agreeing to act like this, and he is a little anxious at the moment.

"If my sister knew about this, she would never agree!"

"Then don't let her know!" Zhou Zong raised his voice suddenly, coughed twice more because of the emotion, and hurriedly supported him all night.

Jimo Qinghe looked at Zhou Zong: "Since I say so, I must have been ready, Master Wang can rest assured." ”

"I'll leave this matter to Lord Jimo." Zhou Zong returned the gift.

"That," Ji Mo Qinghe lifted his sleeves. "The matter of the eldest princess's hair, you need to worry about the prince of the night."

Sigh all night.

"You ......"

Zhou Zong stared at the night, his old eyes were full of firmness and pleading, that is, Mo Qinghe was just standing there lightly, and no one could see what he was thinking.

"Okay, tomorrow I will send what I need to Lord Jimo's mansion."

When Mo Qinghe heard this, he bowed and saluted, and Zhou Zong was both relieved and sad, and he was infinitely sad for a while.

"Master Wang, now can you tell me, what happened to your body?"

Jimo Qinghe asked.

"It's just an old disease." Zhou Zong replied, this secret, the less people know, the better.

Jimo Qinghe saw that Zhou Zong only said that it was an old disease, but looking at the nervous appearance of the prince of the night, it may not be more than that, but the king master didn't want to say it at the moment, so just wait.