When Mu Qiannian returned to Wanbao Pavilion with weak water, it was already nightfall, Mu Qiannian's deep eyes were like the deep twilight at this time, and he knew in his heart that weak water would not like this place that was closely related to his brother, but they couldn't help but come.

After retiring from the subordinates, Mu Qiannian briefly explained a few words to Uncle Zhou and then took the weak water to the third floor of the attic.

Wanbao Pavilion has a total of seven floors, and the third floor only has Mu Qiannian's bedroom, study, and Nanxing's bedroom. Mu Qiannian only let Nanxing serve him on weekdays, so there were no extra people on the third floor.

Above the third floor, there are various treasure rooms, in which most of the treasures of the Ten Thousand Treasures Pavilion are stored.

The window in Mu Qiannian's bedroom was slightly open, and the cold wind was slowly blowing into the room, blowing a few wisps of weak water across her face.

Mu Qiannian pulled the weak water and carefully avoided some of the furnishings in the room, helped her sit on the soft collapse, and took a piece of fine fur to drape it for her. After that, he called Nanxing a few times, but he didn't hear any response.

"Second Young Master!" Mu Qiannian didn't wait for Nanxing's response, but heard a crisp shout, which seemed to come from the entrance of the corridor on the third floor.

"You wait for me for a moment. Mu Qiannian gently pinned the weak water to the wind behind her ear, and said softly.

"You go get busy first. "The strength of the weak water has been restored, and I can hear that someone is waiting not far away.

After a cup of tea, Mu Qiannian once again led a well-behaved young man who was about twelve or thirteen years old into his bedroom.

The boy lowered his head and brought a brazier with hot charcoal inside, and after placing it not far from the soft collapse where the weak water was sitting, he stood with his hands down.

Mu Qiannian carefully handed a cup of hot tea to the hand of the weak water, and after watching her take it steadily, he moved his gaze to the young man on the side.

"What about Nanxing?" Mu Qiannian was really puzzled, if it was usual, when he heard the news that he had returned to Wanbao Pavilion, Nanxing would definitely have run in front of him, but now he was unusually absent for half a day.

"Back to the second young master, this is left by Nanxing. The young man took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Mu Qiannian with both hands.

The letter was very short, but Mu Qiannian read it for a long time. Nanxing, who was only eight years old, volunteered to go to the Feiyin Building, he wanted to learn his skills well, and then use his life to protect his second young master.

Mu Qiannian was in a complicated mood, and she couldn't tell whether she was moved, reluctant or worried. He picked up Nanxing back then, and never thought of letting him use his life to repay him.

Although the weak water eyes couldn't see it, it seemed to feel Mu Qiannian's emotions, and stretched out a hand to touch Mu Qiannian's sleeve beside him.

Mu Qiannian came back to his senses, put the letterhead in his sleeve, took the tea cup held by weak water with one hand, and put it on the table beside him.

"What's your name?" Mu Qiannian held the weak water hand with one hand, and patted the back of her hand lightly with the other, telling her that she was fine.

"The small one is called Banxia. The young man replied as he stared at his toes.

"Banxia, you go and ask the kitchen to make something to eat. Mu Qiannian sent away for half a summer, and looked at the weak water beside him gently, "But you're not used to it?"

The unfamiliar environment, coupled with the fact that the eyes cannot see, is natural to be unaccustomed to weak water. It's just that Mu Qiannian's floor is also clean, and it is not hugged by the servants as she thought, which really makes the weak water a lot easier.

"It's good that you're here. Weak Water leaned his head on Mu Qiannian's shoulder, and he didn't feel more dependent in his words.

"Don't worry, I will take care of your daily life, but it's just ......"

"Just what?" said Weak Water, slightly surprised.

"It's just that after dinner, I'll have to ask two maids to measure your measurements and make a few more clothes. "This work, even if Mu Qiannian has the heart to do it himself, I'm afraid that he won't be able to do it well. He didn't want to make clothes that didn't fit well for the weak water, although people with deep internal strength didn't need thick clothes in winter, Mu Qiannian still wanted to make a few more clothes for the weak water to keep out the cold.

"Good. "Weak water should be arranged by Mu Qiannian.

The dinner was very rich, and after the dishes were ready, he retired with interest.

Although the weak water couldn't see it, he only smelled the aroma of the dish, and he also knew that Mu Qiannian praised their cook's craftsmanship before.

After seeing that the weak water drank the warm red dates and old chicken soup, Mu Qiannian took a chopstick and handed the golden crispy scales to the mouth of the weak water. The crispy aroma in the mouth made the weak water wonder what it was.

"These are the scales scraped from a ten-pound carp, and when the oil temperature is just right, they are fried in an oil pan until golden brown, and then the right amount of seasoning is added. ”

Mu Qiannian explained, and at the same time fed a few more pieces to the mouth of the weak water. Then, the chopsticks were stretched into the plate of braised carp, and the most delicious fish belly meat was selected for the weak water. After that, every chopstick fish was carefully removed by him one by one before handing it to the weak water.

This meal, the two of them ate for half an hour. The weak water eyes can't see it, and they are happy to enjoy the treatment of Mu Qiannian personally picking the dishes and feeding them to his mouth one by one.

In the end, I couldn't help but joke, saying that I had been a princess, and I had been a golden branch and jade leaf for so many years, but it was the first time I enjoyed this kind of life like a drunken dream.

After dinner, he called the maid to replace the weak water, and Mu Qiannian instructed Banxia to invite the famous doctors in the city and the doctors in the non-hidden building to the door tomorrow.

The next day, the doctors carrying the medicine box came to the door one after another, and Mu Qiannian's brows became more and more wrinkled. In the end, it became the weak water who was comforting Mu Qiannian, the weak water self-destructed her eyes that day, and she had long thought about the consequences of not being able to cure it, but until today, she has never regretted it.

For the matter of blindness, weak water has long accepted and has long been put down. can't accept it, but it is Mu Qiannian who can't let go.

"Second young master, Ling Zhi of the non-hidden building asks to see you. "Banxia had just sent those doctors out of the gate of the Ten Thousand Treasure Pavilion, and hurried back.

Ling Zhi is the leader of the non-hidden building spies, although Mu Qiannian usually doesn't pay much attention to the things in the Wanbao Pavilion and the non-hidden building, but Mu Xingyu has always let him learn to take care of it, and he will not be ignorant.

"Ask him to come in. A glimmer of light flashed in Mu Qiannian's eyes, Ling Zhi came at this time, could it be that there was news that he could cure his weak eyes.

Ling Zhi was about twenty-five or six years old, with a gentle appearance, tall and thin, and dressed like a weak scholar, but the shrewdness in his eyes made a discerning person know at a glance that he was by no means the kind of pedantic scholar who could only read the books of sages.

"Second Young Master, Miss Rong's eyes are not out of the question. After Ling Zhi entered the door, he flicked the sleeves of his wide plain clothes, saluted Mu Qiannian politely like a scholar, and then said straight to the point.

"What is the solution?" Mu Qiannian was pleasantly surprised when he heard this, this non-hidden tower spy leader really brought him hope. Then he hurriedly invited Ling Zhi to sit down and talk, and asked Banxia to make tea.

Ling Zhi was not polite, sat down on a chair on the side, and continued: "The Cold Mountain Villa of the Ice Ember Mountain, the owner of the Cold Village. ”

"Master Leng Zhuang, Cold Demon Doctor Leng Jiuming?" Mu Qiannian was shocked when he heard this, and there was a hint of panic in his surprise, and he actually stood up from his chair out of shape.

"Exactly. Ling Zhi's calm face also flashed with complexity.

Cold Demon Doctor Leng Jiuming, there are many people who hear about it in the rivers and lakes, but very few people see it. It is precisely because of this that the legend about him is also impossible to distinguish between true and false, but it is true, this name has always been terrifying.

The rumors about the cold demon doctor Leng Jiuming have become fewer and fewer over the years, but what kind of place is Wanbao Pavilion, Ling Zhi, as the leader of the spies, naturally knows a lot about the rumors.

It is rumored that Leng Jiuming uses medicine like a god, but he also uses poison like a god, and it is rumored that with a wave of his sleeve, the entire lush forest withered, and the trees dried up and fell down in an instant......

The cold magic doctor can be said to be the best healer in the world today, but he does not have the slightest benevolence of a healer, whether he wants to save people depends on his mood, of course, whether he wants to kill people is only in his thoughts.

It is rumored that there was once a sect in the rivers and lakes that was good at making drugs called "Ten Thousand Poison Gates", and the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect acted ruthlessly and perversely, and few people dared to find their bad luck in black and white.

Since the sudden appearance of Leng Jiuming in the Cold Mountain Villa spread in the name of poison like a god, how could the Ten Thousand Poison Gate sit idly by. Before Leng Jiuming became famous, the title of "using poison like a god" had always belonged to the Ten Thousand Poison Gate.

Wu Weidao, the master of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, led the disciples in the sect to rush to the Ice Ember Mountain with great pride, wanting to teach a lesson to the stunned Qing Leng Jiuming, who did not know whether to live or die in their eyes.

As for the Ten Thousand Poison Gate going to the Ice Ember Mountain, no one knew what happened after seeing Leng Jiuming. It's just that some old rivers and lakes know that the arrogant and domineering Ten Thousand Poison Gate has since disappeared from the rivers and lakes, and no one in the woods within the boundary of the Ember Mountain has dared to look for death for nearly ten years......

Of course, Leng Jiuming will also save people, although it is all based on mood, but as long as he does not go to Iceember Mountain to provoke trouble, and can give Leng Jiuming a satisfactory reward, he will come to the rescue.

If he wants to save people, then the king of Hades will not dare to rob him, and in the same way, if he wants to kill people, even the gods and Buddhas can't stop him. Leng Jiuming's magic and evil nature, coupled with an unparalleled healing and poison technique, is called a magic doctor, a cold magic doctor.

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