A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

Guaguamei went after the roll of paper. When he was quacking and trying to pick up the roll of paper, another gust of wind came. The paper was not heavy to begin with, so the wind blew it away again. Guaguamei caught nothing. He was so angry that he quacked and yelled, "Oh my God, what are you doing?"

Of course, Shui Qinglian only heard the sound of crows crowing.

"What's wrong? Is there something bad happening?" Shui Qinglian wondered, and ran out of the window to look out, and saw a crow chasing a roll of toilet paper, croaking non-stop. It was as if the wind was teasing him.

"Interesting, why is the crow chasing this paper tube? Is it some secret book?" Shui Qinglian flew over -

The crows sensed a figure rushing towards them, and they flew to the top of the tree in fear and started croaking. Shui Qinglian picked up the paper tube and tried to stand up. Ling Qiao happened to pass by the backyard and saw a figure falling from the window of Qingxin's hut. She thought it was the young master, so she shouted, "Oh no! The young master fell down. Doctor Shui, come quickly!"

Shui Qinglian picked up the paper tube and quickly bent over to put it in her arms, making a sound of "ouch ouch ouch". In the eyes of the maids, Shui Qinglian was just a gentle and weak doctor.

Ling Qiao ran over while shouting, only to find that it was Doctor Shui lying under the window. He kept rubbing his waist with his eyes closed, moaning.

"Oh, Dr. Shui, how did you fall from the window?"

Shui Qinglian groaned as she answered, "I went out with your young master to drink a little. I brought him back to rest and saw a figure flash past the window, so I chased out to see. I didn't expect that I couldn't handle the alcohol and fell down with a dizzy head!" Seeing Ling Qiao's surprised look, she stretched out her hand to him, "I'm afraid my bones are broken, Miss Ling, can you give me a hand?"

If you want to pretend, pretend the whole thing. Otherwise, how can people be convinced?

"Oh!" Ling Qiao came over and helped Shui Qinglian up. "Be careful."

He limped into the Qingxin Cottage.

Guaguamei flew to the tree branch outside the window and watched. She saw Shui Qinglian sitting on the edge of the bed and said to Ling Qiao, "Thank you, Miss Ling! I need to take off my clothes and apply medicine now! Can you please step aside for a moment?"

"Okay!" Ling Qiao glanced at the young man on the bed, then slowly backed out and closed the door.

As Ling Qiao left, Shui Qinglian took out the roll of toilet paper from her bosom and slowly unfolded it.

It was written: Brother Yan, hello! Please help me compile a long scroll of longevity formula! Si Zhe!

"This, this, this..." Shui Qinglian was very excited holding the letter. It turned out that Si Zhe pretended to be dead. But how could he come up with such a method at such a young age? It was incredible! What was even more incredible was that he could pretend to be dead in front of the emperor and the national teacher. He even fooled him. How did he send this letter?

What kind of master is he? Even the master can't see it? He stuttered excitedly: "Hurry up, hurry up, take a look, the letter that is hidden by Sisisisisi!"

Sikong Yan was sleeping soundly, but when he heard that it was Sizhe's letter, he jumped up from the bed and looked around: "Where is it? Where is it?"

Shui Qinglian handed the letter over: "Here it is, here it is!"

Sikong Yan's face flushed with joy. He took the paper and read it again and again, and replied as he read: "Okay, okay! I'll edit it right away, I'll edit it right away!"

The crows on the tree outside the window flew away. A dark shadow floated in from the window.

Shui Qinglian was alert and immediately took out her fan and shouted, "Who!"

Sikong Yan grabbed him and said, "It's Wuying!"

Wuying had already knelt in front of the bed: "Sir!"

"Say it!"

So Wuying told him in detail what he had heard and seen.

"When Goodgu gave him the first injection of the pain memory method, he sang a poem. When Goodgu gave him the second injection of the itchy memory method, he sang another poem. He gave him three injections in a row! Then Goodgu took the poem manuscript away. I didn't get it!"

"I didn't expect my brother to suffer after pretending to be dead!" Sikong Yan wished he could feel the pain for him.

Shui Qinglian was surprised when he heard it: "What? This method is not something that ordinary people can endure. He can endure the pain and sing at the same time. He is definitely not an ordinary person! I didn't expect that senior sister is so cruel that she can even do this to a child! Where is the benevolent heart of a doctor he claims to have?" But what he was more worried about was whether the poem was the secret to immortality?

"If we don't take it back, we'll be in trouble if the formula is real! Did you write down what poem he sang?"

Wuying blinked his eyes: "I can remember it after listening to it once!"

"Then you, sing it for me!"

"There is a pig next to the bed, its body is black and bald, take it and roast it, it tastes delicious..."

Sikong Yan and Shui Qinglian looked at each other: It turns out that brother Sizhe is hungry, we have to find a way to get him food.

Then Wuying was heard singing: "A turtle and a frog, one can jump and the other can crawl, boom! They fell into the water!".

The two of them were shocked. It turned out that Xiao Sizhe was a playful child by nature.

Wuying continued to sing: "The moonlight is like frost. Looking at the moon, it is my hometown! Then, Haogu said she found it!"

"Ah? That's it? Found it?" Sikong Yan and Shui Qinglian asked each other, "What did he find?" A mantra? There was no mantra for immortality!

Sikong Yan chewed on the last two lines: "Looking at the bright moon, it's my hometown..." Then he laughed: "Haogu thinks he has found his hometown, it's the moon!"

Shui Qinglian also sneered: "Can he go up?"

"Go back and protect the Second Young Master. Don't let him suffer! He is only six years old. His body won't be able to bear it."

"Yes!"

"Also, tell my mother to find a way to send food to Si Zhe!"

"Yes!" Wuying flew away.

Shui Qinglian was still laughing. He had never thought that little Si Zhe would play a trick on others. Master, Senior Sister is so smart, yet she was fooled.

Sikong Yan glared at him and said, "Tell me how to compile this formula?"

"Uh..." Shui Qinglian stopped laughing, "Well, this is nothing more than exercising and conditioning the body!"

Sikong Yan thought for a moment and said, "Since the formula is to be practiced, let's make up a set of exercises! Do it every morning! It's good for people's body and mind!"

"Yeah, that's it. Let's practice while singing! It's a good choice!" They did what they said. One of them ground the ink while the other wrote...

Si Zhe didn't know how he got through the night. Emperor Yuxuan snored even more than an elephant! He really couldn't get through the whole night! In the morning, Emperor Yuxuan got up to attend the morning court, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Concubine Wan prepared a few delicious dishes with her own carefully prepared broth and delicate stir-fried dishes. Then she came to the Weilong Palace and said at the door, "Your Majesty, you worked hard all day yesterday. I have prepared some fresh snacks for you to enjoy today!"

Emperor Yuxuan was delighted: "Concubine Wan is really considerate of me! Great! Bring it in quickly!"