The third steward would not let him sleep comfortably, so he immediately squatted down and pressed his shoulder, shaking vigorously: "Hong Ming, Hong Ming, wake up!"

He pinched and shook like this, and no matter how strong the effect of the medicine was, it was shaken. Hong Ming opened his eyes and looked at him vacantly.

He was so deranged from torture that he almost lost his mind.

The third steward smiled and asked, "Do you still recognize me?" He took out a bowl of braised pork button rice from the food box, scooped a spoonful with his own hands, and handed it to Hong Ming's mouth.

The braised pork is stewed just right, the skin and meat are crispy, and the aroma is tangy. If this is taken outside, many people in the team will have to swallow their saliva when they see it. But Hong Ming had no appetite, but said in a low voice: "Water, water." ”

Hearing this, the third steward took out a bowl of hot soup from the second layer of the food box and brought it to Hong Ming. The latter craned his neck to get the soup. But as soon as his mouth came closer, the three stewards turned their hands and poured the soup on the floor.

"Oops, sorry, my hand slipped!"

Hong Ming was powerless to be angry with him, and he was so thirsty that he immediately lowered his head to lick the plank, sucking the remaining water stains into his mouth little by little.

He didn't resist at all, and the appearance of being obedient made the three stewards feel bored. After he licked a few sips, the third steward grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him to raise his head: "The soup has also been drunk, it's time to eat." ”

Hong Ming was in pain, how could he have the heart to eat? The third steward was also annoyed after feeding him several times without success, pressing the back of his head with one hand and stuffing it into his mouth with a spoon in the other.

Hong Ming was already thin and small, far less powerful than him, and had been severely punished, so how could he resist? After three or two strokes, he was choked and rolled his eyes, and he had to swallow his meal.

"Eat, eat. The third steward sighed while feeding, "Your last meal in Yangshi, you still have to eat it well?"

Xu was woken up by the last few words, Hong Ming suddenly coughed, and the rice sprayed on the face.

The third steward was furious, and gave him two big slaps with his backhand: "Fool, dare to be strange when you die!"

But Hong Ming coughed more and more, and after a while, it was already an earth-shattering frame, as if he was about to cough out his heart and lungs.

What's even more terrifying is that his face is swollen red under the noses of the three stewards.

"Hey!" the third steward sensed that something was wrong, and slapped him on the back with a bang, "Don't scare me!"

But Hong Mingzhao coughed correctly, tears appeared on his face, and his body trembled.

Is this choking on the trachea? The third steward was shocked, this person should not choke to death, right?

If the sacrifice was choked to death, the cause of death was due to the fact that he had fed it with his own hands...... The third steward shuddered, would the master let him replace Hong Ming to sacrifice to the Red Crossbow Peak?

No, we have to find a doctor for him!

However, the doctors were not nearby, and the medical officers were all by the side of the powerful, and they were further away from here.

When people reach a critical juncture, their brains turn quickly. While the third steward felt cold on his back afterwards, he suddenly remembered that "Doctor Xu" was not far away!

He rushed out of the car and grabbed the nearest subordinate: "Take me to the Sun family, quick!"

The two hurried forward, bypassing a few carriages, just in time to see He Xiaokite's master and servant walking down from a large cart.

It was the Sun family's carriage. The third steward also heard her smile and said to the Sun family on the side: "It's okay. Take the medicine as prescribed and rest for two more days, and you'll be fine. ”

"Doctor Xu, Doctor Xu!" he seemed to see a life-saving straw, rushed up and grabbed her sleeve, "Come with me!"

He Xiaoyuan let him grab it and rush back, while still acting confused: "What's the matter, oops, what's going on?"

"Save people!"

The third steward showed agility that did not match his size, and he took He Xiaokite back to the carriage where the spy was imprisoned.

This Hong Ming was still coughing to death, covering his throat with both hands, and his face turned from red to purple, probably the color of suffocation.

He Xiaoyuan was surprised: "It's so serious!" while reaching out to press his throat.

The three stewards were as anxious as ants on a hot pot: "Can you save him, ah? Dr. Xu, can you save him!"

"Don't worry, try it first. He Xiaoyuan said, and glanced at Yan Sanlang, "You come to squeeze his chest and back, do you remember the point?"

The young man nodded, went around to Hong Ming's back and stuck to him, wrapped one hand around his chest and shoulders from behind, and squeezed his waist with the other hand!

His strength was amazing, and when he pressed it, Hong Ming followed suit. After pressing like this five times, a strong airflow rises from the abdominal diaphragm, and the rice grains blocked in the trachea are flushed out at once.

Hong Ming suddenly let out a long breath, and then took a big breath.

He Xiaoyuan saw the opportunity, flicked his fingers, and quickly flicked a medicine into his mouth. She didn't know how many people she had secretly calculated, and her movements were so sharp that Yan Saburo almost couldn't see clearly, and the pill was only the size of a mung bean, and it melted in her mouth, and it entered her throat with Jin, not giving Hong Ming a chance to react.

The light in the car was dim, and the three stewards didn't even see her small action clearly, only that Hongming was really choking on eating when he was sick, and asked anxiously: "What's wrong?"

He Xiaoyuan smiled: "It's okay, you can't die." ”

The chief of the three stewards let out a long breath and thanked him repeatedly. What he wants is nothing more than to keep Hong Ming alive for the time being—before throwing himself into the fire.

This Hong Ming's face was flushed, but his breathing was smooth. After this toss, he also came back to his senses, and turned his head to glare at Yan Saburo: "You, you ...... me"

The boy almost strangled him in half, and when he was shocked, he realized that his waist was bound by a circle of things, cold and hard.

He had a gut feeling that it wasn't a good thing.

Yan Saburo stood behind him, his mouth moving slightly, his voice light and thin like a gnat. But Hong Ming had one ear facing him, so he heard it clearly: "You Niangzi is instructed by him!"

He? Hong Ming's eyes froze, and he saw that the young man's eyes moved to the three stewards, and then moved back, and then increased the volume: "If I don't strangle you, you will already choke to death." ”

Hong Ming has been thinking about it for most of the night, not knowing how the boss could catch the wrong person, so that the loyal him suffers from prison. The most likely reason is that someone has framed him. But he knew that he had offended many people in Yao's Mansion, which one was slandered by behind him?

The three stewards are the key objects of suspicion.

He already knew that the master and servant of "Doctor Xu" were taking the path of three stewards, and these words came out of Yan Sanlang's mouth, which was more credible than others.

You Niangzi is a woman, where did she have the courage to denounce him? There must be someone behind it.

Hong Ming was severely punished, and at the moment he was in pain, anger and fear, and he couldn't think like ordinary people. Yan Saburo hinted at this, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that the black hand behind him was Huo Peng, the third steward, otherwise if he was imprisoned, how could this guy take away the power that belonged to him!

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