On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

The scene fell into chaos again.

Huo Changhe frowned and put force on his foot, wishing he could crush Yan Song to death.

Just as he was getting angry, someone gently pulled his arm.

He turned around and met Yan Ruyu's cold eyes.

The strength on his feet was released, and Huo Changhe pursed his lips slightly.

Yan Ruyu glanced at Huo Zhongmao, who immediately understood and looked at those who were crying and begging for mercy.

He remembered about one third of them one by one, and then nodded to Yan Ruyu.

Yan Ruyu whispered something to the silver ingot next to her.

After hearing this, Yin Ding nodded, opened his arms and pressed down: "Shut up!"

His voice was so loud that it suppressed all sounds, and those who were close enough could feel their ears vibrate.

Yin Ding felt proud and touched the gadget on his waist - this was given to him by the young lady. With this, his voice can be amplified many times!

"The young lady said you won't die. Why don't you listen?"

"Mr. Meng," Yin Ding turned around, "Come out!"

Meng Mengliang jumped up from the bed and ran to the door.

His face was still red, and it looked particularly horrifying when illuminated by the firelight.

"Ah," the timid person turned away in fear and backed away.

Meng Mengliang held a handkerchief in one hand and wiped it on his face: "Is it my turn to appear?"

As he wiped it, everyone moved back involuntarily.

Ma Liyu stepped forward, took the towel, and wiped him clean carefully.

Meng Mengliang said regretfully while being wiped on her face: "This was originally the rouge I bought for my second sister. She loves this the most. It's a pity."

Beneath the frightening flush was Meng Mengliang's delicate, fair face.

Huo Laosan opened his eyes wide: "Mr. Meng, you...are you not sick?"

Meng Mengliang snorted: "Of course I'm not sick. Didn't Sister Yan tell you?

I had already discovered that there was something wrong with the second pot of medicine, so I quickly asked me to cook the third pot. When you were receiving the medicine, we were all watching, who didn't receive it, and who did not drink it. "

"I'm not sure, can I let you drink? I don't have any confidence at all," Meng Mengliang sneered, "Everyone is going to die or live."

After he finished speaking, he smiled and walked to Yan Ruyu: "Sister Yan, what do you think of my performance?"

"Yes, very good. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Meng."

"Why is this so hard?" Meng Mengliang scratched the back of his head, "But I can only lie down in the house and can't come out to watch the fun. I'm really anxious."

Meng Mengliang looked down at Yan Song, exaggeratedly surprised: "Ah! Mr. Yan, what's going on? You look much more serious than me."

Yan Song looked at him in disbelief: "You..."

"I...I'm blessed with good fortune. I'm not dead. Look," Meng Mengliang happily circled around him twice, "How do you feel? Are you angry?"

Yan Song spit out another mouthful of blood and fainted.

Ma Liyu said to the stunned Song Hu, "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you hurry up and carry Mr. Yan back to the house?"

Song Hu and others also had mixed feelings. They also drank the medicine, and they had just learned that there was something wrong with the medicine.

Yan Song actually plotted against them?

Is it equivalent to Yan Ruyu saving their lives?

They dragged Yan Song down, filled with anger and shame, and no one had the nerve to move forward.

Yan Ruyu looked at everyone: "Can you believe it now? You are fine. If you are about to have an attack, you have already had one.

Furthermore, the plague in the town has been controlled, so there is no need to worry. We can leave here in two days at most. "

Everyone was overjoyed. Those who were crying just now lowered their heads shamelessly and were speechless.

Comfort everyone and let them go to rest.

Huo Zhongmao whispered: "Young Madam, I have written down all those people. What are your orders?"

"Put a red mark on the roster, nothing else, I just know it."

"Yes."

At the moment of life and death, there is nothing wrong with wanting to live. Yan Ruyu will not scold him, but he will not reuse him.

After struggling for half a night, it was almost dawn.

It was the time when everyone was sleeping the most deeply.

The eldest lady was sleeping in a daze when she heard Yan Ruyu calling her softly.

Li Li opened his eyes and found that it was not a dream. He quickly struggled to sit up: "Ruyu, what's wrong?"

Yan Ruyu was under the bed, holding a cloak: "Mother, come with me to a place."

The eldest lady quickly got out of bed and put on her cloak: "Where are you going?"

"Take you and Chang Heng to a safe place."

The eldest lady was surprised: "But..."

"Don't worry, mother, I have made arrangements."

Seeing her say this, the eldest lady said no more.

Yan Ruyu picked up the sleeping Huo Changheng and walked out of the room.

When they arrived outside the door, the eldest lady discovered that Huo Zhongmao was also outside the door, holding Huo Qinxiang in his arms.

All the way to the back door, Yin Ding opened the door, and Huo Changhe was waiting at the door with his carriage.

They got on the carriage, Yin Ding closed the door, and sighed a little regretfully, he had to stay and guard and couldn't go to see Xibei Huo.

More than half an hour later.

Huo Changhe drove a carriage, and in the carriage were Yan Ruyu, the eldest lady and Huo Zhongmao.

Back in the room, Yan Ruyu said: "Just keep everything as usual. I will tell you tomorrow that you are a bit cold and don't let anyone else come and disturb you."

The eldest lady nodded: "Yes."

Yan Ruyu took a nap, and the sky was already bright.

When I woke up without opening my eyes, I went into the space to eat something. I ate two fruits and felt refreshed.

The silver ingots were also rising outside, and they were talking quietly to Huo Changhe.

"Master," Yin Ding hesitated, "My subordinate has something to say. I don't know whether to say it or not."

"Say."

Yin Ding lowered his voice: "I didn't have a chance to tell you yesterday. Did you feel that the armor I wore when I pretended to be the messenger of the God of War yesterday looked a bit familiar?"

Huo Changhe: "...I don't think so. I am so far away from you and you are still pretending to be like that. How can I tell?"

Yin Ding was a little dissatisfied: "Isn't my subordinate's look majestic?"

As he spoke, he assumed the posture he had at that time, and the myna flew over and landed on his shoulder, just like the "magic bird" at that time.

Huo Changhe had a headache: "If you have something to say, please tell me quickly. If you don't, I have to go out. The appointment time with Jin Qing is coming soon."

Jin Qing is now in charge of the activities at the temple and has to meet and report every day.

"Master, I think that suit of armor fits me so well, it's almost tailor-made for me," Yin Ding said quickly, "Although there is some gold powder on it and it will shine, but - I think it is the suit for me. Put it in the palace."

Huo Changhe narrowed his eyes slightly and picked up the small bench next to him: "Well, a small silver car, a wheel, a small cart, a small bench, a small table, oh, and a small iron pot."

"By the way, there is also the necklace around the black pheasant's neck, plus the current iron armor."

"Yin Ding, why don't you just say that Ruyu has taken the palace and your yard all the way?"

Silver ingot: "..."

Huo Changhe stuffed the small stool into his arms: "Don't talk to me today."

Yin Ding hissed: "Master, you really love Jin Collar more, and you even asked me to imitate him."

"Fuck off."

Huo Changhe was so angry that he turned around and went out to find Jin Collar.

Jin Collar had already arrived. When he saw him coming, he handed him a mailbox: "Letter."

Huo Changhe sighed.