Chen Changsheng knew that the teachers of the Thirteen Divisions of Qingyao and Xu Yourong had both come to Wenshui and personally treated Uncle Changfang, but he still decided to come and see it in person.

As he had just said to the old housekeeper, he had absolute confidence in the way of medicine.

Even if everyone concluded that Uncle Nagafang was not poisoned, but suffering from an incurable disease, he would still have to see it with his own eyes to believe it.

He looked at the middle-aged man who was unconscious, trying to find some traces of Tang Thirty-six between his eyebrows, but found it a little difficult.

Maybe it's because you're too thin, or it's because your face is golden.

He sat on the edge of the bed and began to take the pulse, and after half an hour, he took out the golden needle and pierced it into the other party's meridians, and began to make more subtle observations.

This time it took a long time, until the middle of winter, and his fingers still held the tail of the golden needle, and carried out a very rhythmic tremor.

The door was closed, blocking out all the images, and no one knew what was going on inside.

Nanke stood in front of the door, expressionless and motionless.

Whether it was the brocade stool brought by Mrs. Tang herself, or the precious tea offered by the eldest girl with both hands, she didn't look at it, let alone speak.

At the beginning, watching His Majesty the Pope enter the uncle's room, the people in the long room couldn't help but smile. In their minds, His Majesty the Pope can refine the cinnabar pill of the living dead, and his medical skills must be extremely clever, even if the holy light technique can't save the uncle, it will be successful to feed the uncle a cinnabar pill. However, as time passed, people gradually became anxious, and some bold girls wanted to take a sneak peek, but they were frightened back by Nanke's eyes.

I don't know how long it took, but the closed door finally opened, and Chen Changsheng walked out of it.

Mrs. Tang greeted her, she had been very calm before, but at this time she could no longer suppress her emotions, her face was full of nervousness, and there was some hope.

Looking at Mrs. Tang's expression, Chen Changsheng took back what he wanted to say.

After such a long period of golden needle probing, he already had a very comprehensive understanding of the situation of the Tang family's body, but the more he knew, the more strange he felt. Uncle Tang does not have any toxin residue in his body, nor does he have any symptoms of poisoning, but the meridians are gradually withering, and the vitality is constantly disappearing.

The problem is that he can't find the cause, so naturally there is no way to treat it, and there is a very strange place, he vaguely sensed some cold breath in the depths of Tang's father's liver meridian, but that breath is very faint and cannot be traced to the source, it may be an old disease many years ago, or it may be ......

"Has Uncle Tang ever injured his waist before?" he asked Mrs. Tang.

Mrs. Tang recalled seriously, shook her head and said, "There have been many injuries, but I really haven't hurt my waist." ”

Chen Changsheng suddenly noticed a confused look on Nanke's little face, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Nanke looked at him and said, "I seem to smell something." ”

Chen Changsheng said in his heart, could this really be the case? he turned around and led her into the room, and said, "Smell carefully." ”

Nanke kept sniffing at the air like a puppy, his feet kept moving, getting closer and closer to the bed.

Finally, she stopped beside the bed, looked at Chen Changsheng and nodded.

Chen Changsheng understood what she meant.

Mrs. Tang was very smart, although she didn't understand the specific meaning of Nanke, but she understood, her face suddenly turned snow-white, and her body shook slightly.

Chen Changsheng looked at her and shook his head.

Mrs. Tang's face showed a resolute look, stabilizing her mind and body.

At this time, some howls suddenly came from outside the second gate, and the voices were heard by men and women, old and young.

"Qingtian opens his eyes, uncle, you are finally saved!"

"His Majesty the Pope, I, Hu San, am willing to make you a cow and a horse!"

"Uncle, wake up soon!"

Listening to these voices, the faces of the inner house maids showed shameless expressions, and several housekeepers were even more angry, if they didn't think that His Majesty the Pope was here, they were afraid that they would scold out loud, and said hatefully: "Where do these shameless people really care about the master, but they are afraid that the master will be rescued by His Majesty and clean them up!"

Chen Changsheng grew up in the Taoist Temple, where had he seen these sinister things in the old mansion of the family, and he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

"In the past six months, Tang'er has prayed for his father in the ancestral hall, and I am in a hurry to treat my uncle, so I will inevitably neglect the discipline of my subordinates, disturbing Your Majesty, which is really disrespectful. ”

Mrs. Tang said apologetically and invited him to rest in the study in the compartment.

It was quiet in the study, and I couldn't hear the heartless cries coming from afar.

Except for Mrs. Tang and him, only Nanke followed.

There were no outsiders present, Mrs. Tang finally revealed her true emotions, her eyes were slightly red and said: "Thank you for the kindness of His Majesty the Pope, and please ask Your Majesty to save the uncle's life, this Tang family's property can be given to the second room, I just want the uncle to live and Tang'er to be released." ”

Chen Changsheng said: "Don't worry, everything is about the safety of the uncle and Tang Tang. ”

Mrs. Tang looked at him and confirmed that it was the truth, so she really put her mind at ease and said, "Today, I may want to borrow Your Majesty's power like a sea god." ”

Chen Changsheng understood what she meant, and said, "Madam, but it's okay to use it. ”

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When he returned to the Taoist hall, the time was almost dusk, and the sunset shone on the Wenshui River, and Chen Changsheng came to the waterside again.

The lawn in the back garden has been restored as good as new, and there is no trace of the assassination last night.

Archbishop Eucalyptus, Guan Feibai and the others followed him closely, and they didn't want the situation like last night to happen again.

It didn't take long for the King of the Sea to return, also bringing back the latest news.

In the name of confronting His Majesty the Pope, Mrs. Tang directly killed three second-class stewards and more than ten family members, and drove away seven or eight mothers-in-law.

At the time of the execution, the king of Linghai stood by and did not say anything, so no one dared to speak.

The face of the old housekeeper of the Tang family was extremely ugly, and he finally remained silent.

After listening to these things that happened in Tang's family's room, Guan Feibai felt very depressed.

He, like most of the disciples of the Lishan Sword Sect such as Gou Hanshi, was born in poverty, and he had some natural resistance to all the children of the family except for the senior brother, so at the Qingteng banquet in Kyoto, he didn't like Tang Thirty-six's style when he saw it.

He didn't expect that the cold family has the suffering of the cold family, and the family also has the suffering of the family, and it is relatively darker, and the relatives are more ruthless. Imagine if the uncle of the Tang family really died of illness and Tang Thirty-six was imprisoned in the ancestral hall, how difficult would Mrs. Tang's widowed life be in the future?

"Gotta find a way to get that guy out quickly. He looked at Chen Changsheng and said.

Chen Changsheng thought more.

In addition to saving Tang Thirty-six from the ancestral hall, the illness of the Tang family uncle has also been raised.

It's just that to solve these two things, it still depends on the attitude of the Tang family after all.

He said to Bishop Wenshui: "Arrange it, I will see Mrs. Tang tomorrow." ”