I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

When Wei Lan went back to resume his duties, he was ready to be severely punished. Unexpectedly, Mr. Mo only remained silent for a while, then waved his hand for him to leave.

Wei Lan, who felt that she had escaped, wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and met Wei Cang who had returned from outside.

"Commander, the young master seems to be in a pretty good mood today?" He stepped forward to support him.

"It should be so." Wei Cang said matter-of-factly: "Young Master has found Madam Luo, and he is naturally relieved."

As the Lord's personal guard, who hasn't heard of several things that the Lord and Lady Luo must talk about?

Mrs. Luo was so beautiful, and her skills were first-rate. What was rare was that she also had the medical skills to revive human flesh and bones. When everyone discussed in private, they all felt that the two were a match made in heaven.

It's just that the Lord's marriage involves future plans and needs to be weighed by many parties, so it cannot be decided easily. No matter how good Mrs. Luo is, her status is too low to be a candidate for the head wife.

Regarding this matter, the guards all had similar ideas.

Mrs. Luo is deeply devoted to her lord. If she can be by his side and have him look after her, it will be an irresistible honor. She should not care about her status.

It's a pity that someone in the game has very different views from theirs. Although they are all colleagues, their worlds are completely different from each other.

For example, Wei Lan seemed to understand something when she recalled Luo Qianhuai's attitude of putting people thousands of miles away.

"Does Mrs. Luo already know about the marriage proposal between the young master and Mrs. Lu Wu?"

"Young Master didn't want to hide it from her." Wei Cang nodded and suddenly realized the meaning behind his words: "Could it be that Mrs. Luo has lost her temper in front of Young Master for this matter?"

"We are inseparable." Wei Lan muttered about Luo Qianhuai's rejection of him and the gift, and then said: "Commander, I don't know who Mrs. Lu Wu is, but Luo Qianhuai The eldest lady saved the lives of my subordinates. Even if she becomes the mistress in the future, if she dares to bully the eldest lady Luo, my subordinates will definitely not stand idly by."

"You can handle it!" Wei Cang slapped him hard on the head: "You don't know Madam Luo's abilities yet, why do you need to stand out? Just watch, whether the future mistress is... No one can be that Madam Lu Wu."

He ignored Wei Lan and limped back to resume his life.

Mr. Mo sat alone in front of the case, with the window wide open, facing two extremely precious double-petaled green-calyx plum blossoms in the courtyard.

The fragrance filled his nose with the breeze. He squinted his eyes and seemed to see the man leaning against the tree.

The beautiful eyes are looking forward to it, the clever smile is beautiful, and there are all kinds of charms when looking around.

But when he left just now, those almond-shaped eyes were clearly black and white, and there was no trace of him anymore.

Mr. Mo has known since he was a child that if he wants anything, he has to work hard to calculate, plan and work hard.

He came from the most illustrious family in the world, and was soaked in the most despicable and cold poison. He finally struggled to survive, but how could he be so clean and pure?

His internal organs, hair and bone marrow had long become pitch black and translucent. Those secret calculations and suspicions have been kneaded into his flesh and blood and become his innate instinct.

He cannot change or abandon them, because denying those instincts is equivalent to completely denying his life of more than twenty years, which is no different from committing suicide.

The suspicion that arose at that time was just a subconscious reaction, but it still hurt to see her become distant and indifferent because of it.

But maybe, this is the best answer for each other.

The road he was going to take was pitch dark, with no light from the stars and the moon, but she was different. She should not be trapped in this melting pot of heaven and earth with him, unable to see hope and unable to stop plotting.

If we can cut them off, we can clear up the past without aggravating the fetters.

The snow falls silently across the rivers and lakes. From then on, the road ends at the end of the world, the temples are high and far away, and life and death take different paths.

Wei Cang waited for a while before he saw him come back to his senses. As cold and noble as the beautiful flowers on the snow, and as aloof and indifferent as the stars in the dark night, the short-term weakness of the previous days has been completely abandoned, and the whole person exudes endless majesty.

"Young Master." He knelt down and said respectfully: "My subordinates have already made arrangements. Madam Lu Wu will not have any relationship with you."

The afternoon sun is just right for drying ginseng. Luo Qianhuai picked a suitable place and carefully placed the three-hundred-year-old wild ginseng that future generations would never see, with a hint of piety on his expression.

Then she started making bear bile.

Bear bile enters the four meridians of liver, gallbladder, spleen and stomach, clears away heat, relieves spasm, improves eyesight and kills insects. It can cure yellow heat, summer diarrhea, infantile convulsions, malnutrition, roundworm pain, eye nebula, throat paralysis, nasal erosion, boils, hemorrhoids and malignant sores.

Unfortunately, due to animal protection in her previous life, she had never actually used this medicine, so she didn't know its actual efficacy.

The bear bile in front of you is about fifteen centimeters long, in the shape of a long flat oval with a thin top and a rounded bottom. It is as transparent and bright as amber. It is the top grade of bear bile, commonly known as gold gall or copper gall.

Luo Qianhuai tied the upper gall bladder tightly, cleaned and dried it, carefully removed the grease attached to the outside of the gallbladder, flattened it with wooden boards, and hung it in a ventilated place to dry in the shade.

After doing this, she called Yan Shu and Yan Ning to check their progress in reciting the "Nei Jing" in recent days.

After all, Yan Shu is older. Not only has he learned all the words, but his understanding is also stronger. He has memorized most of the "Nei Jing". In comparison, Yan Ning's progress is much behind.

Luo Qianhuai randomly selected a few articles to take the exam. The two of them memorized them all very fluently, which made her quite satisfied. She also answered the questions they had accumulated over the years.

After doing these things, Xing Jiu, who went out to inquire about the news, also came back.

"Mrs. Zhu is still detained in Yiting, but Zhuang Shu has been released."

Luo Qianhuai frowned: "Mother Zhu is the master of suffering. If she is detained, what about the Prince of Jizhou? Is it possible that he has been acquitted?"

"The strange thing is here." Xingjiu said: "I heard from Zhuang Shu that the prince of Jizhou was imprisoned and confessed his crime after being tortured. When I came back just now, I saw the prince of Jizhou entering. I think I came to Changling City to ask for someone."

Luo Qianhuai was quite surprised: "Huo Yu is such a person who is not afraid of the powerful. I used to look down on him."

Xingjiu is not so optimistic about this: "No matter how much I did before, it was just a cover-up. It was probably just to force the King of Jizhou to beg him personally, so as to smooth things over and do favors."

This is a possibility with a very high probability, and it can also explain the reason why Zhu Niang is still being detained. Luo Qianhuai couldn't help but look at Xingjiu with admiration.

"Master, what's your opinion on this matter?" she asked, a little regretful that she didn't play the drum for Zhu Niang in front of him just now.

No matter what, the fundamental reason why Zhu Niang and the people in the wine shop caused this misfortune was because of the Immortal Wine she provided.

There is no distinction between good and evil in wine, but it is difficult to judge the human heart. Luo Qianhuai will not take the initiative to blame the evil done by others on himself, but he will inevitably care more about the victims.

At this moment, in the Zhou Mansion in Rongkangfang, there was a burst of people falling on their backs.

Zhou Xiaolangjun, who has been frail and sick since childhood, has fallen into a coma and is about to die.