The other side.

Qiao's family.

Old Man Qiao seemed to have aged ten years overnight.

Mu Wanzhi took the pulse and got up: "I am overly worried and depressed, this disease must be well nourished." ”

The old housekeeper sighed when he heard this: "The old man is worried about the sixth young master. ”

Since the bad news reached Qiao's family, the old man couldn't afford to be sick, and the family was in chaos, if it wasn't for the head of Zihe to take care of him personally, I'm afraid

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask.

"Young Master Jiang, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's just a small injury, it's just clamoring to find Yu'er, I let Xiaoshu watch him."

"That's good."

The old housekeeper sighed, his hunched back couldn't stand up straight, and he couldn't sleep at night, for fear that the prince would come back in the middle of the night.

It's a mess.

"I heard that the people of Xiaonanshan went out to look for it?"

Mu Wanzhi nodded: "Her senior brother has always loved her, and this experience must be found in person to feel at ease." ”

The old housekeeper saw Mu Wanzhi's expression faint, and he didn't look worried, so he couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

When something happened, even outsiders were anxious to inquire around, but this master, but he acted like a nobody.

Mu Wanzhi took the wooden box and walked to the door, and the old housekeeper came back to his senses and was about to send it off, but saw him stop and stand there.

The white brocade makes the man's posture like fairy dust, and under the moonlight, it is like a lotus on Yaohua Pond.

"Last month, when I watched the stars, I knew that I was Yu'er, and there would be a catastrophe coming."

What!

The old butler hurriedly asked, "How is that good?" ”

It is rumored that Xiao Nanshan has the art of reaching the sky, and he is naturally convinced.

Mu Wanzhi didn't reply to him, just stared at the vast sky.

"Inherit the destiny of heaven and follow the will of heaven." He said: "When the dragon crosses the shallows, he knows the hardships of the world and the difficulties of all sentient beings, so that he can conform to the destiny of heaven and inherit the will of heaven." ”

He believed in his Yu'er, so why should he worry.

The old butler bowed: "What the head said, the old slave wrote it down." ”

Mu Wanzhi nodded calmly, and when he returned to the room, he took out the hexagram coin from his pocket and wiped his tears.

Yu'er is still trapped in a ravine.

Yu'er's leg injury is not healed yet.

Yu'er can't see it yet.

Mu Bangzhi stared at this hexagram and worried in his heart.

Recently, I have been spying on the heavens every day, but I can't do anything.

This game can be broken by outsiders.

What can he do?

The beauty wept, secretly sad for a while, and couldn't sleep, so she had to pick up the unfinished autumn coat and embroider it slowly to relieve the pain of worry.

Shen Zhen was at the Shen family when he woke up.

He stared at the bed railing of the woodcarved phoenix and sat up violently.

"Wake up, wake up, young master, you're finally awake."

The old lady who took care of him cried and her eyes were red.

"Mama thought that you were going to go, but I didn't expect that you really survived."

Shen Zhen's surname is Shen, and he is a member of the Shen family, although he is helping Shen Lan with errands, but at home, he can be regarded as a serious young master.

He looked at the old woman, his mind was groggy, as if he suddenly thought of something, and asked.

"Where's the little master?"

Hear out.

The old lady wiped away a handful of tears: "The little master hasn't been found yet." ”

What!

At that time, he was on the highway and was directly hit by an oncoming large truck directly down the mountain, and the situation was critical at that time, and he was not given time to react at all.

"What do you mean I haven't found it?" His voice was very dry.

"The little young master injured his leg and couldn't see in his eyes, so the little master Jiang went to find the rescue team, and when he came back, the person was gone."

Shen Zhen didn't think about it, and got out of bed directly.

"Young Master! Your wounds! ”

Shen Zhen turned his head, and his eyes were scarlet, like a bird on a dagger.

"If you can't find Qiao Yu, what's the use of keeping my life."

Word for word.

Weeping blood is decisive.

(End of chapter)