In Wemo's room, the stove was knocked to the ground, and the curtains were ignited by scattered coals, and several fires broke out in the house.

As soon as the maids entered the door, they were frightened by the raging fire and hurriedly brought water to put out the fire. Qin'er rushed straight to the inner room and saw Wei Mo curled up on the ground, bleeding from the corners of his mouth and looking hideous.

He held his stomach and trembled and twitched on the ground, and when he saw Qin'er running in a daze, he grabbed Qin'er's hand, and the force was so strong that Qin'er felt that her bones were about to break.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you?" asked Qin'er crying.

"Martial Pulse, Martial Pulse, Martial Pulse......" Wei Mo said a few words, and his head drooped.

Qin'er hugged Wei Mo tightly, so that his cold body could be warmed, and a maid behind him heard it and ran out screaming: "Young Master Wei Mo has an accident, he is dead!"

"Shut up!" Qin'er snorted, "The young master is just practicing too much, plus he has suffered a little bit of wind and cold, it's okay! Come and help me carry the young master to the bed!"

Although it has not been long since she lived in Cuibai Garden, she knows Qin'er's authority from top to bottom, and no one dares not to listen to her.

But this time, Qin'er shouted a few times, but no one answered, let alone approached. She looked back, and several of the little ones were standing outside, looking at them indifferently. The maids retreated to the door, whispering, and the atmosphere in the room was eerie.

No one will listen to her words anymore.

Qin'er didn't speak, she carried Wei Mo to the bed and covered the quilt. She took Wei Mo's wrist and probed the pulse, and her heart was as cold as water: "Why did the young master's martial vein collapse again? This is a sign of poisoning!"

She was extremely shocked and blamed herself in her heart, and said secretly: "I am very careful, but I still let the young master fall into the way, it really shouldn't be!"

With her back to everyone, Qin'er quietly wept. Tears fell on Wei Mo's eyelashes, his eyelids twitched, and his hand gripped Qin'er's hand tightly.

Behind them, a group of people scattered indifferently.

Qin'er desperately boosted her Xuan power, wanting to use her own strength to keep Wei Mo's martial arts. But even though she was gifted, she was only a first-order three-level low-level martial cultivator, and her ability was really limited.

Doing everything she could, Jean ran to the kitchen that night and checked all the ingredients and tonics.

There is no abnormality, there is no abnormality in the ingredients, what could be the problem? Qin'er's mind was confused, and her face was pale. She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, looked around, and eliminated and analyzed them one by one.

"There is no problem with the ingredients, could it be on the utensils?" she chuckled in her heart, ran to get the bowl where Wei Mo drank the soup, and sniffed carefully, there was a faint smell of blood.

The problem was indeed with the utensils, but the smell inside the bowl wasn't enough for Wei Mo to hurt that much. Qin'er checked them one by one, kitchen knives, scissors, frying spoons, and even burning sticks, and finally she saw the silver chopstick.

The silver chopsticks had turned crimson, like congealed blood. It was deliberately still in the pyre, covered with soot. If it weren't for the excessively strong smell of blood, she wouldn't have noticed its existence at all.

"Isn't this the silver needle I used to detect poison? Could it be that someone used a silver chopstick to dip it in poison......" Qin'er became more and more painful, because of all precautions, it was actually her action that poisoned the young master in the end.

Although it is quite sensitive to toxins, it always has a reaction time. A very small number of toxins stain the silverware, and it takes about half an hour, or even longer, for them to appear. What's more, this matter was deliberately done by someone and deliberately did not let her notice.

There was a sound of grass scraping in the courtyard, and a few plopping sounds, and Qin'er quickly put away the blood-red silver chopstick, rushed out, and saw the scene that made her angry.

Wei Mo and Wei Zhong were thrown into the yard along with the futon.

Wei Fu didn't know when he appeared, he took a group of people and instructed them to throw things outside.

"Steward Fu, what are you doing?" Qin'er shouted, rushing to her father and Wei Mo's side, trying to protect them.

Wei Fu sneered: "I heard that our young master, the martial vein is ruined again!Qin'er, you also know, in the Wei family, if the young masters don't have the martial vein, what will happen to them." Come on, help Young Master Wei Mo move, well, the old stable is empty, just move there!"

"Who told you that the young master's martial arts vein was ruined?" Qin'er stared at him coldly.

Wei Fu was stunned for a moment, and his words were speechless, but then he sneered: "Oh, in short, the family can't raise waste, let alone two." ”

Qin'er was furious, and couldn't help but get up and rush a few steps towards him.

Wei Fu raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a smile: "Qin'er girl, what do you want? If so, I suggest you go and mention it to Madame and Young Master Dinghai." You know, I'm a subordinate after all, and I just do things. ”

After speaking, he shrugged helplessly, glanced at Wei Mo, and then commanded at the group of subordinates: "Hurry up, don't move these books, just get him out of the rags!"

Qin'er was angry, but helpless. In any case, she knew that her current responsibility was to ensure that the young master lived. Where there is life, there is hope. As long as you can endure it, you have a chance to turn over. If the young master can rise once, he can have a second time!

Qin'er firmly believes.

Half an hour later, on this bleak winter night full of wind and snow, Wei Mo, Wei Zhong and Qin'er left the warm Cuibai Garden and were driven into the stables that were full of wind and the smell of horse manure.

The next day, when Vermo awoke, he found himself lying on a thick, soft haystack, in the most sheltered corner of the stable. Everything that shelters him from the wind and keeps him warm.

Broken roofs, airy walls, and the creaking of rats in the corners. Here, it's a stable! Wei Mo smiled bitterly, people are really real animals. He had an accident with his front foot, and he was kicked out with his back foot. The living environment is worse now than before.

The pain was severe, but he had to grit his teeth and endure it. Because Qin'er was braving the cold wind and cooking for them in the shed.

Uncle Zhong, who was paralyzed, was leaning against the pillar, talking to his daughter. He had more words than before.

"Add a little more fire and this pheasant tastes good. ”

"In the past, I followed the patriarch and trained on the Great Snow Mountain, which is much more cruel than here......"

As if nothing had happened, Uncle Zhong was calm, and the broken stable became less cold because of this.

Hehe, going around and around, and in the end, it was Uncle Zhong and Qin'er who stayed by his side! Wei Mo grinned, gasped, and forced himself to get up.

He could feel the turbidity at the martial veins, and the Sandan Xuan Power was like a broken ball of water, floating and intermingling in the void. The chaotic mystical power caused the meridians of his whole body to be damaged.

In his body, there was still crimson poisonous blood flowing. Wei Mo felt cold, but his body was hot, like boiling oil flowing in his veins.

The spiritual veins also hibernate and cannot be felt. The original pale blue '8' circuit is also dim.

At this moment, Wei Mo deeply felt what it means to have a foot in heaven and a foot in hell.

Wei Mo practiced, went mad, and the martial veins collapsed, and the news was like growing wings, and it quickly spread throughout the entire family, and everyone talked about it.

"I know, how can a waste snack suddenly rise! It must have taken some evil way, look, retribution is coming!"

"If you want to talk about orthodoxy, it is still Young Master Dinghai to be orthodox! We must follow in the footsteps of Young Master Dinghai in the future and let the Wei family embark on a stronger road!"

The wind is howling, and the sky is getting colder and colder day by day.