A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

The guard smiled maliciously and took out a paper bag from his bosom and said, "According to Miss Yuzhu, the young master wants to drink Tremella soup at night. Let's serve a bowl to the stinky beggar and put this in it. It will make his intestines burst."

"Hehehe..." The two men looked at the packet of poison with sinister smiles.

The two men laughed triumphantly for a while, and Guard Shi waved his hand and said, "Quick, go and call a few more people to make medicine!" Then he snatched the packet of poison.

Si Zhe burped and looked at the remaining dishes on the table. He said to the waiter, "Uncle, can I take all this home?"

The waiter smiled and said, "Sure, sir, I'll get some paper to wrap it up for you!"

"Okay, then hurry up!"

Sikong Yan took out a gold ingot and placed it on the table. He was also burping. "Take it home for a midnight snack?"

"Such delicious food, should we waste it?" Xiao Sizhe thought about how he was a beggar, starving and couldn't even find a piece of rotten bread to eat. Such delicious food can be taken back and eaten whenever you want, how wonderful it is!

"Yes! The weather is cool now, so it's fine to keep it for a few days! You can take this back and eat it after heating it up a little. It still tastes very good!" said the waiter as he packed the goods.

The three of them nodded: "This method is very good!"

The waiter looked at the gold ingot on the table. You knew these people were extraordinary, either rich or noble. "Sir, do you have any silver? That way, you don't have to carry too much." He was also quite considerate of them, as they were all thin and weak.

Sikong Yan wanted to reward them. But Sizhe spoke faster: "It's okay, it's okay, you can look for it! We came here on horseback."

The waiter wrapped the paper and placed it in front of Sizhe: "Okay, young sir."

Shui Qinglian looked at Sikong Yan in confusion. Whatever Sizhe said, he actually did it. He didn't object at all. This guy, he didn't even listen to his father, but he actually listened to a child. It was really strange.

After returning to Qitian Xiaohan Mansion, Sizhe immediately opened the paper package, separated a piece of paper, and took out a piece of chicken, three slices of beef, and two pieces of braised pork on the paper.

Sikong Yan was very curious: "Didn't you eat enough in the store just now? Do you want to eat again?"

Xiao Sizhe looked at Sikong Yan and then at Shui Qinglian, and felt that it was better not to tell them his secret for the time being. So he smiled and said, "My brother came here and made some friends. Friends should share happiness and difficulties. So, he wants to share his happiness!"

He put the paper bag into the little fox's mouth. He whispered something in his ear. Then he stood up and said loudly, "Go, share the joy with your friends!"

Seeing the little fox running out happily, Sikong Yan and Shui Qinglian were surprised: This fox has become a spirit, can it understand human speech? Unbelievable. They saw it for real.

"Can you understand him?"

"Well, it's just a rough guess!" He thought for a while before saying that.

Shui Qinglian looked at Si Zhe in surprise: "Can you read minds? Or understand the language of birds?" Then she jumped back and hugged her chest: "You can't see everything I think in my heart!"

Si Zhe smiled: "Maybe you will really know sometimes?"

"Ah? This is too scary, Sikong Zhuzhi. From now on we will have no secrets in front of him." He trembled.

"Are you kidding? If he had this magical ability of mind reading, he wouldn't have ended up as a beggar on the streets. Why are you shaking?" Sikong Yan asked in return, touching Sizhe's head.

"Okay, take a look at Sizhe's headache. Will it recur in the future? What kind of pressure should be used to treat it?"

"His illness seems to be a bit like a soul returning to another body. Although it is the body of one person, it has the souls of two people inside."

"What?" Sizhe jumped up: "What disease is this?"

Sikong Yan was also puzzled. "Why are there so many strange diseases in this era? Does he need to take some medicine to suppress it now?"

Shui Qinglian waved her hand: "Do you underestimate me so much? I have already merged their souls at noon today. So they won't get sick again in the future."

Si Zhe was envious: "Wow! Doctor Shui is so powerful? Why is he called Doctor Shui? He should be called Doctor Fire!"

Shui Qinglian was puzzled and Su Ya smiled and said, "How do you explain this fire doctor?"

"Does it mean like a raging fire? You don't even understand that!"

At this time Wuying floated in again and knelt on the ground.

"My lord, the emperor will issue an order tomorrow to allow Si Zhe to enter the palace as a slave!"

"What?" Sikong Yan jumped up from his seat. Shui Qinglian, who was standing behind him, was hit on the chin by his head.

"oops!"

He didn't even bother to point at Wuying angrily: "Isn't there enough eunuchs in his palace? Why did he have to look for my brother? Isn't it obvious that he wants me to die?"

"No, you can't survive without Sizhe?" Shui Qinglian felt that there was something wrong with what he said.

"Feel my pulse!" Sikong Yan stretched out his hand.

Shui Qinglian was even more confused: "What does this have to do with taking the pulse?" Although he said this, his hand reached out and touched his pulse.

"That's right. How come you don't have any symptoms now? Is that weird?! Who has such great ability?" Shui Qinglian looked at Sikong Yan in disbelief, wondering who this miracle doctor was. He couldn't even cure me, but he cured him!

Sikong Yan walked up to Sizhe and put his arm around his small shoulders: "Him, do you believe it? Since he came, I have gotten better very quickly!"

"Him?" Shui Qinglian thought it was ridiculous. He didn't believe that Sizhe could cure his illness. He walked over, took Sizhe's hand and asked, "Excuse me, brother, what did you do to him after you came here? Did you give him medicine? Did you give him acupuncture?"

Si Zhe scratched his head and thought again and again: "I came here to eat, sleep and play with Brother Yan! It's so fun."

"Uh..." It seems that the problem he mentioned is something that everyone will have. It seems that everyone has to go through this. I have also accompanied him in this way before, and I also used medicine to keep him going, but there was no improvement. Is there something different? Or is he the medicine for him?

"This is not a method of curing illness. I have done this to him before. Why doesn't Sikong Zhuzhi show any signs of improvement? Maybe you gave him something to eat?" Shui Qinglian asked speculatively.

Sikong Yan sneered: "How can you compare with him? When you were with me, you had to use medicine to keep me alive. When my brother came, I felt very happy. I was very happy when playing, and we ate very comfortably when eating together. I wanted to eat whatever he ate. I don't know why, but when I went to bed at night, I fell asleep quickly while hugging him..."

"So every day when he wakes up, I can eat, sleep and play. Gradually, I feel that I have strength all over my body! It was Sizhe who cured me. It seems that you should give up this title!"