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Nangong Che didn't think about it for long, and blinked his eyes decisively.

The next day, the people from the Prince's Mansion reported that Nangong Che was dead, and many people came to check on him.

Then, when he was buried, he was stolen by his guards and turned into a phoenix, and then he was put in a coffin by his guards and secretly left the Cangyue Imperial Capital.

When he reached the depths of the mountains, arrived at his new home, and was far away from the power struggle, he told himself that he had faith and must fully cooperate with the treatment.

He believed that he would recover and return to Cangyue, where his subjects were still waiting for him.

He can now get up from the bed, can speak and move his limbs, and can recover step by step to the past, Qiuqiu has spent a lot of effort.

She boldly proposed many novel treatment methods, such as using ant and bee stings to fight poison, such as sucking poisonous blood with leeches.

Coupled with the medicinal bath and acupuncture of the ghost hand Zhang San, he was able to recover so quickly.

For Qiuqiu's master and apprentice, his gratitude is indescribable.

Especially for Qiuqiu, he also felt more guilty.

If he hadn't brain-pumped Haru Inoue, maybe not so many things would have happened.

The Four-Nation War may also not be fought.

At the very least, Cangyue Country will not go to war, there will be no misery, and there will not be so many life and death.

At this moment, perhaps King Yi is accompanying his princess, walking all over the green mountains and green waters, and enjoying himself.

Instead of guarding the border, the sky is on one side, and you won't be able to see each other for two or three years.

Qiuqiu waved her hand to stop Nangong Che from making tea for her: "Don't drink tea, don't sit anymore, I'm here to tell you, I'm about to go out of the mountain, you don't need acupuncture now, let your subordinates decoct you every day as usual." ”

Nangong Che smiled: "Got it." ”

He knew that today was June 22, and June 26 was the registration time for Lingyun Sect to recruit disciples every three years, and Princess Yi would definitely leave the mountain early.

Qiuqiu explained some precautions to Nangong Che's attendants, and the attendants nodded one by one.

"Princess Yi, I heard that you were attacked yesterday?" Nangong Che hesitated and asked.

"Well, they're all dead." Qiuqiu said lightly.

Nangong Che looked like he wanted to speak and stopped, and finally chose to shut up.

Qiuqiu smiled: "You want to ask, do you know who sent it?" Isn't it? Don't worry, it's not sent by Nangong Ling, besides, even if it's sent by Nangong Ling, I won't be angry with you, you are you, she is her, I have clear grievances! ”

It wasn't sent by Nangong Ling, Nangong Che was relieved.

Nangong Ling is already married to Li Lie, she should be dead and wants to get King Yi's heart.

"Speaking of which, you should have hated me, but you healed my illness, and this kindness will never be forgotten." Nangong Che still had a smile on his face.

After dying once, his personality also changed.

No more gains and losses, indecision.

It's a lot calmer and more open-minded.

Qiuqiu laughed: "What is there to remember about this kindness?" Master didn't tell you at the beginning, I practiced with you, so ah, take what you need, don't say anything who owes whom, I'm leaving, you remember to stick to the medicine! ”

Nangong Che sent Qiuqiu out of the door, smiling and watching her leave, until Qiuqiu, who was dressed in men's clothes, turned around and left his sight, and he turned back into the house.

Qiuqiu loves to wear men's clothes, riding on a horse heroically, and smiling brightly, which is engraved in Nangong Che's mind.

He occasionally saw Qiuqiu, who grew up, wearing women's clothes, which made him feel very amazing.

But he only dared to have a feeling of amazement, and did not dare to have other ideas.