"Lu Lang!"

"Sir!"

Seeing Lian Fu Tao carrying Lu Yanqing into the courtyard, Mo Wanyan and Li Sisi, who had been waiting for a long time, hurriedly greeted him.

"Lu Lang, are you okay?" Mo Wanyan said with concern towards Lu Yanqing.

Looking at Mo Wanyan's slightly puffy eyes, Lu Yanqing couldn't help but smile bitterly, and said with relief: "Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm just a little weak." ”

Lu Yanqing thought that his response was seamless, but he didn't expect to fall for the barbarian trick in the end.

If Fu Tao hadn't stayed to eat at noon, I'm afraid he would have returned to the West long ago.

Although there is a certain probability that Lu Yanqing will return to the previous world after returning to the west, Lu Yanqing does not dare to gamble with his life, and he is still alive.

Lian Fu Tao put Lu Yanqing on the stone bench and sat down, and then arranged for Mo Wanyan: "Lu Yanqing's body is very weak, you take this prescription to the hospital to grab the medicine, and after boiling it, give it to Lu Yanqing." ”

As he spoke, Lian Fu Tao took out a prescription from his sleeve pocket and handed it to Mo Wanyan.

Seeing this, Mo Wanyan wanted to take it, but Li Sisi on the side suddenly spoke: "Miss, let me go and grab the medicine, you stay at home and take care of the master." ”

"It's fine."

As Lu Yanqing's wife who has not passed through the door, Lu Yanqing naturally has to be taken care of by Mo Wanyan himself.

Even Fu Tao still had important business to deal with, so he didn't stay any longer, and Li Sisi was also in a hurry to grab the medicine.

After the two left, Mo Wanyan helped Lu Yanqing back to the room to rest.

After almost experiencing life and death, Mo Wanyan said a lot of heartfelt words to Lu Yanqing, which made Lu Yanqing feel very warm.

After a while, Lu Yanqing fell asleep, and Mo Wanyan saw this and covered Lu Yanqing's abdomen intimately, so as not to catch a cold.

The qi and blood in Lu Yanqing's body were sucked up a lot by the devouring lice Gu, which is why Lu Yanqing was so spiritless.

After Li Sisi came back from grabbing the medicine, Mo Wanyan left the house and helped Li Sisi boil the medicine.

It took more than half an hour to boil the medicine.

At this time, it was already sunset, and while Mo Wanyan went to feed the medicine, Li Sisi was busy with dinner again.

Because he wanted to replenish Lu Yan's body, Li Sisi slaughtered the last chicken to make soup.

During the period of learning to cook, Li Sisi had learned a few medicinal diets with his master, so when he grabbed the medicine, Li Sisi grabbed a few medicinal herbs alone and used them to make medicinal food for Lu Yanqing.

Among the medicinal diets, the soup soup is the most classic, and the chicken soup is delicious, which can well neutralize the bitterness of the herbs, and is considered a relatively delicious medicinal diet.

When people are weak, they have little appetite, and if they are making something unpalatable, they will have no appetite.

And this chicken soup is delicious and can nourish the body, I have to say that Li Sisi is very thoughtful.

After drinking bitter Chinese medicine, Lu Yanqing asked Mo Wanyan to help him go to the courtyard to breathe.

Mo Wanyan couldn't resist Lu Yanqing, so he had to follow Lu Yanqing's wishes, but he still approved a piece of clothing for Lu Yanqing.

Even if you don't wear short sleeves in the summer, you have to wrap it so tightly, which makes Lu Yanqing smile bitterly.

But in the face of Mo Wanyan's kindness, Lu Yanqing couldn't refuse, so he could only bless himself with a Confucianism, which made his whole body cool.

As soon as he walked out of the room, the aroma of chicken soup came to his face, which made Lu Yanqing swallow his saliva.

Stewing chicken soup is the same as boiling medicine, it is very time-consuming, and when the chicken soup is stewed, the sun has sunk into the western mountains, and only the clouds on the horizon are still stained with the red glow of the setting sun.

Li Sisi served a big bowl of chicken soup for Lu Yanqing, and the two chicken legs were also in Lu Yanqing's bowl, which made Lu Yanqing a little embarrassed.

Lu Yanqing wanted to give the chicken legs to Mo Wanyan and the others, but they were rejected by both of them at the same time.

Li Sisi said that the chicken leg was specially reserved for Lu Yanqing, and Lu Yanqing's sick number had no choice but to accept the kindness of the two.

After nibbling on the chicken legs, Lu Yanqing drank two bowls of chicken soup in a row, his body gradually warmed up, and he regained some strength, and he was no longer able to walk independently, but he could only stagger and move.

After eating, the three of them sat in the courtyard to enjoy the coolness, Li Sisi also went to sell cold skins in the afternoon, if you don't sell it today and it will be bad tomorrow, it would be a pity.

Today, Li Sisi's business is also as hot as ever, but most of the people who come to buy cold skin are Lu Yanqing's students, and each of them will ask why Lu Yanqing didn't come to teach.

In order not to worry these students too much, Li Sisi did not tell the truth, but just said that Lu Yanqing had important matters to deal with, and he would come back after dealing with them.

After chatting for a while, Lu Yanqing felt a little tired, so he went back to his room to rest with Mo Wanyan's support.

And Li Sisi also went to bed early after preparing the materials for making cold skin, and got up early tomorrow to prepare breakfast for Lu Yanqing and the others.

……

At the same time, a stone chamber in the Samandilu Academy.

Da Prisoner Mu who is meditating cross-legged. Hogg's eyes suddenly widened, and then a mouthful of blood vomited out of his mouth, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Half a day ago, the Confucian luck suddenly returned to the part, which made Da Prison Mu. Hogg thought it was Vanney. Cantu succeeded.

With the blessing of Confucian luck, the prison wood. Hogg was most of his illness.

But what he didn't expect was that this situation only lasted for two hours, and Confucian luck left him again. Cantu also died suddenly.

Da Prison Wood. Hogg worked in Vanney. Cantu had a curse on his body to keep an eye on Wanni. Cantu's life and death, so in Vanni. After Cantu's violent death, he reached the prisoner. Hogg was the first to perceive it.

There are all kinds of signs that the young Confucian is not dead, and his plan has failed.

This sudden change made Da Prison Wood. Hogg was terrified, and the Confucian luck in his body was passing rapidly;

When the luck of Confucianism is exhausted, it is when he reaches the prison wood. The day of Hogg's death.

In order to stop the flow of Confucian luck, Da Prison Wood. Hogg had to use secret numbers to intercept Confucian luck.

Confucian luck embodies the will of heaven to a certain extent, how can people compete with the way of heaven?

Over time, up to the prison wood. The Confucian luck in Hogg's body suddenly rioted, and it was instantly imprisoned. Hogg's internal organs were shattered, so there was the scene just now.

Da Prison Wood. Hogg's expression was very unwilling at this time, and he wanted to say something with his mouth, but he could only let out a whimper.

The next moment, Da Prison Wood. Hogg collapsed directly on the bed, completely out of breath.

Da Prison Wood. Only three minutes after Hogg's death, he heard a "rumble" sound coming from a distance.

Under the light of the candle flame, I saw two middle-aged men walking straight to the prison wood. Hogg's bedside.

"Da Prison Wood. Hogg is dead, and this Dilu Academy is at your disposal. ”

Dangji. Valle said in a deep voice to the middle-aged man in a dark green robe on the side, his tone was quite indifferent, as if he was very interested in Da Prisoner Mu. Hogg's death was not surprising.

The middle-aged man looked at Da Prisoner Mu who was already dead on the bed. Hogg, with a grim look in his eyes, "He should have died a long time ago." ”

Just after the words, a slight "rustle" suddenly sounded at the feet of the middle-aged man.

Dangji. Valle looked down and saw countless poisonous insects crawling out of the middle-aged man's trouser legs. Valle couldn't help but feel jealous.

The middle-aged man looked at Dang Jihuaye with a playful expression: "It's also a Confucian saint, which is a big supplement for me little babies." ”

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