"We are the elders of Jiuli! On qualifications, seniority, and strength, they all play a pivotal role in Jiuli Village, and our proposal, doesn't he listen to the holy woman? "The three old guys want to see the Holy Maiden of Jiuli behind the curtain.

Chachai said at this time: "Several elders, you don't care about the military, and you don't know the crimes of other villages, that is, the Nata River Village, which has occupied all the areas around Qingxi Bay, and many Miao people have been brutally killed by them...... The territory of our Jiuli Village is being encroached on little by little. ”

"General Chachai, are you willing to hand over the army to this Han man?" The white-haired old man glared.

Chachai said in a deep voice: "I will not hand over the military power to him, but if he can really help strengthen the Jiuli army, why not?" ”

"You eat something inside and out—"

"Enough!" The holy woman interrupted the quarrel, and her voice became colder: "Three elders, for the sake of the prestige and continuation of Jiuli Village, this time I choose to believe this Han person, and this matter cannot be debated." ”

The three old guys had a straight face, obviously very unconvinced.

Yan Yunting sneered: "I said elders, how wonderful the outside world is, you might as well go out and have a look, lest you stick to the rules and become a frog at the bottom of the well." ”

"Huh...... It seems that we are really useless for a few old guys, so it is inconvenient for us to stay longer, let's go! The three old men walked out of the bamboo house in a rage.

"What an old pimple! I promised to help you, and I still have a face! Su Yunying scoffed.

The saint sighed lightly and called, "Chachai." ”

"Yes."

"After you go down, you help send some grain, rice and meat to the three elders, and it will be regarded as my apology to them."

As soon as the words fell, the shadow of the saint staggered, she covered her head and staggered a few steps, and she was about to fall down directly-

Seeing this, Yan Yunting didn't think about it so much, and rushed into the curtain with a brisk stride, stopping his waist to catch the delicate body of the saint.

The waist is very thin, the legs are very white, the taste is very fragrant, and the person is very beautiful.

Yan Yunting originally thought that the Holy Maiden would be an old woman in her forties and fifties, but she didn't expect that she was only in her early twenties, with bright eyes and bright teeth, red lips and beautiful nose, and she was incredibly beautiful.

"You let go of me......" She was weak, as if pretentious, and more feminine.

"Holy Maiden!"

Chachai almost wanted to rush up, but when he stopped in front of the curtain, he said to Yan Yunting: "Han! Thou shalt not be disrespectful to the Holy Maiden! ”

"Do you really want me to let you go?" Yan Yunting said with a smile.

"Bastard, let me go......" The saint bit her lip and tilted her head to cover her face.

"Then I'll let it go." Yan Yunting really let go of his hand, and the beauty in his arms fell, but at the same time as she almost touched the ground, Yan Yunting grabbed her wrist again and lined her in the air.

"You let go—"

"Your pulse is weak." Yan Yunting frowned, not only was her pulse weak, but even her vitality was weak, if she didn't treat it, she would soon lose her fragrance.

"Oops! Let go of the Holy Maiden! How can I be the Holy Maiden of Jiuli that you Han men can easily touch! ”

"What a disrespect! What a disrespect! ”

The elders remembered to turn around, but they didn't dare to take a step closer to the curtain.

"Yun Ying, come and see, her illness is very strange." Yan Yunting greeted, picked up the saintess and put her on the bamboo couch, and then withdrew from the curtain.

But as soon as he came out of the curtain, Chachai punched head-on, Yan Yunting could have avoided it, but he didn't dodge, and was hit to the ground with a heavy punch.

Chachai's anger did not subside, and he rushed up to fight again, but Wujie dodged and stopped him, and lightly shocked a true qi and bounced it away:

"Amitabha, my friend is also here to save your holy daughter, you just punch him."

"He insulted the holy body of the Holy Maiden!" Chachai said angrily.

"Just touching it is an insult to the body, and I can't say it."

"The body of the saint is never allowed to be touched by men! Whichever hand he touches, he will cut off which hand! ”

"Nope." Wujie shook his head, he said no, even if the king of heaven comes.

"I-"

"That's it! Stop arguing! Her pulse is very weak, as if she has some serious illness, and she will die! Su Yunying said behind the curtain:

"Now everyone is out for me, I'm going to concentrate on her!"

When everyone heard this, they were shocked.

"Okay, let's go, Yun Ying's medical skills are unique in the world, and the saint of your family will be fine with him." Yan Yunting got up from the ground, wiped the bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, and walked outside the bamboo residence.

The others didn't dare to disturb, and they all withdrew from the bamboo house and waited anxiously outside the door.

After a while, Su Yunying walked out of the bamboo house, and looking at her frowning appearance, she knew that the result was not good.

"Is your saint born with any disease?" She asked.

An elder said: "Don't talk nonsense, we grew up watching the holy woman, and she is in good health. ”

Su Yunying pursed her lips, "That's strange, I didn't find an acquired cause in her, but it's not a congenital disease, so how could she be so weak?" ”

Chachai said anxiously: "Could it be caused by overwork?" ”

Su Yunying shook her head: "No, no, overwork is not good at best, she is a rootless disease, just like an old man in the twilight." ”

An elder said, "You are talking nonsense again! The saint is only in her twenties this year, how can she be as frail as an old man? ”

Su Yunying said: "Who is talking nonsense! Don't you have a doctor in your own house? Can't you notice that her body is withering? ”

"The craftsman also said that he couldn't find the cause, this girl...... Can the saint's illness be cured? Chachai asked in a tight voice.

"As long as it is a disease, it can be cured, but you have to find the source of the disease first," Su Yunying said, and then asked, "Have you given her medicine in the near future?" ”

Chachai said: "There has always been a craftsman who is recuperating the body of the saint. ”

"Then you go and bring me the prescription to see, I want to find out the reason from above first-"

"No way!"

As soon as Su Yunying's voice fell, a break came from outside the palace, and she saw an old man in Tsing Yi, carrying a large medicine box, and hurriedly stepped forward: "I will never show the Miao Fang to the Han people!" ”

Yan Yunting sneered: "There is another old stubborn ......"

Su Yunying said disdainfully: "Who is rare and seeming, who cares about the life and death of your holy daughter!" ”

"Then you'd better leave it alone, the medical skills of the Han people, I, Miao Jiang, have never been able to believe it!" The old man of Miao Yi rushed into the bamboo house, and the other elders also believed him and followed him one after another.

Only Chachai was still outside, he was more anxious than anyone else, more open-minded than anyone else, and more concerned about the saint than anyone else, he asked Su Yunying: "Girl, with the body of the saint, how long can you last?" ”

Su Yunying snorted lightly: "Don't believe it, if you can't find the cause, if no one gives her life, within half a month, she will definitely die!" ”

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