I'm here to find my son

Li Xingzhi stood in front of Nanzimu's door and thought for a while, then took off the human/skin/mask on his face, it was useless to wear it now, and it made himself ugly for no reason.

Master Hou raised his hand sadly, hesitated for a while, then knocked on the door: "Zimu."

The wooden door bolt was automatically pulled open, as if a pair of invisible hands were slowly pushing the door. Li Xingzhi used to say that he didn't believe in gods, Buddhas, or ghosts, but now he had to believe.

But Lord Hou is full of lawsuits, so he doesn't want to think about it yet.

Li Xingzhi walked in, and Huanxi was crawling around on the bed. If he stopped for a long time, Nan Zimu would frown. When Huanxi saw Nan Zimu frown, he turned over and continued to crawl.

Nan Zimu touched his back, and said earnestly: "Who made you so fat that you can't even walk."

Li Xingzhi had been standing not far away for a while at this time, but no one in the room paid attention to him, so he could only stand in such an awkward manner.As soon as Nan Zimu opened his mouth, he finally had a chance to answer, so he explained to Huanxi, "Huanxi is still a child, so don't be too harsh on him—besides, being able to eat is a blessing. We are happy that he is not fat, but strong."

Xiao Huanxi seemed to understand what he was saying, and nodded aggrievedly while crawling around the bed.

Nan Zimu's eyes were originally on him, so he couldn't escape Nan Zimu's eyes with such a small movement.

In the next second, Xiao Huanxi's ass was pinched: "Little bastard, how can you not be fat? You are still strong, and you can't even walk."

"Don't get angry, he's only six months old..." Li Xingzhi immediately thought that the "other people's children" that Nan Zimu had told him before would fly away at this age.

If Nan Zimu is not an ordinary person, it would not be surprising that he is so strict with Xiao Huanxi...

"You..." Li Xingzhi had already made a draft on the way here, but when he saw Nan Zimu, he couldn't make any sound except for one syllable.

Hou Ye is often praised by people, saying that he has poetry and books in his stomach, and he can utter words when he was young. This is the first time that he is clumsy with words.

Although Hongyu is a good doctor, she is also a cruel doctor. Just now she sewed the first stitch on Nan Zimu's hand, Nan Zimu wanted to kick her away in pain, he bit his pale lip : "Could you fucking be gentle?"

Hongyu spread her hands: "I can't buy anesthetics here, and the medicines are hard to find. Most of them are brought into the palace as tributes. I don't know when I will go back to the mountain to dig. You can bear with this little injury. "

"Why don't I go to the palace and ask for it?" Li Xingzhi asked.

"No need..." Nan Zimu opened his mouth to speak, a red jade needle pierced his skin again, cold sweat broke out on Nan Zimu's forehead, and his voice was a little weak, "The palace is so far away, even if you go there quickly It's too late, and it's only a minor injury, a few injections will heal."

Hongyu nodded: "Yes, ten more stitches will be enough."

Nan Zimu: "...Didn't you just mention five stitches?"

"I'm bluffing you. Otherwise, you would definitely not want me to sew it up. It's halfway through now. I advise you not to talk. If you sew it up early, you'll be born sooner. If you show your teeth like this again, I won't dare to do it."

Nanzi Muxin said, even if I cry, you won't be afraid to do it.

"Okay, move faster."

The pain is real, Nan Zimu is old, so naturally he won't yell anymore, besides, this bit of suffering is nothing compared to the pain of Xiao Huanxi in his previous life, it is nothing compared to that time.

As soon as he frowned, Li Xingzhi also frowned, as if the needles and threads were stuck in Li Xingzhi's flesh and blood.After staring at it for a while, Li Xingzhi turned around consciously, not daring to look at Nan Zimu's horrific wound again.

"Just now before Niu Gui came, Dahu saw that Ruobing ran out of Lin Jiwen's room with a face full of panic. Dahu and I were curious, so we went for a walk around Lin Jiwen's place, and then found—" Hongyu nodded slightly. After a pause, several more needles were inserted.

Nan Zimu pursed his lips: "It's already fifteen stitches."

Hongyu: "Hongyu will sing a song for you to relieve boredom."

Before Nan Zimu could refuse, she sang while pricking the needle: "Before I leave, I'm afraid I'll return later..."

"Fuck you." Nanzimu scolded with a smile, focusing on what Hongyu said just now, "Then, what happened to Lin Jiwen?"

Hongyu tied a bow on Nan Zimu's wound with a thin thread, then bit it off with her teeth, and then told Nan Zimu straightforwardly.

Ruo Bing, who pushed the door out of the two of them, walked in, and found that Lin Jiwen had disappeared in this short period of time!

Wang Dahu and Hongyu searched his room as quickly as possible, but found nothing important.

Li Xingzhi interrupted and asked, "Have all the valuables been taken away?"

"No." Hongyu replied, "On the contrary, the valuables are still there, but all the information about this Boss Lin—even the account books of this theater are all gone."

"Then how can you confirm that these things were in his room in the first place? Maybe this Boss Lin didn't run away, but just happened to go out."

Wang Dahu had already tied up the two men he had captured, and he also said when he heard this: "Hongyu and I have naturally thought about this, but there is a box in Lin Jiwen's room, and there are boxes inside and outside the box. There were several layers of locks on the jacket, but when we opened it, we found that there was nothing inside."

Wrapped in layers of defense, it will definitely not be an empty shell. Normal people can't do such futile things, unless Lin Jiwen has a brain problem.

After pondering for a moment, Nan Zimu said: "This kind of 'theater' is definitely not the only one, and it is unlikely that Lin Jiwen has no contact with them. Since there is a connection, it is impossible to have no clues at all."

Li Xingzhi continued: "So we can be sure that Boss Lin has run away? Then why did he suddenly let go of such a large theater? Even if he sensed something was wrong with us, before we fully revealed our identity, he would not give up. Jia ran away with his troops. If I were this Boss Lin, and I found out that you came here to plot something wrong, my first reaction would be to try to silence you first, and run away without even packing up, that would be the worst policy."

"Well... what Li Jing said makes sense. Only a few of us know his identity as Lord Marquis, and everyone else regards him as Master Zhou. Besides, Lin Jiwen was fine a few days ago, and there was nothing unusual at all. The boss scared away was Li Jing's identity..."

So who sent the wind report letter?

Nan Zimu didn't say this, but everyone here except Xiaozhen and Huanxi knew it.

After a pause, Nan Zimu said again: "Forget it, let's not be suspicious of our own people...Damn! Hongyu...are you killing people?"

While they were talking, Hongyu took the opportunity to apply medicine to Nan Zimu's stitched wound. She used to be frizzy when doing things, but she had exhausted all her patience just now to stitch Nan Zimu's wound, so now It's rude to start.

Applying the medicine is far more painful than suturing the wound. Li Xingzhi recognizes the golden sore medicine. The medicine is a good medicine, but it is not easy to put it on. Master Hou's personal practice: it is cold at first, and then it is like a thousand Thousands of ants gnawed on the wound, and after the itching, there was pain, so painful that it could pass out.

Thinking of this, Li Xingzhi suddenly pressed Hongyu's wrist, and said in a deep voice, "Let me do it, even experienced soldiers can't stand it."

"Give it to him." Nan Zimu almost bit his lip.

Li Xingzhi took the bottle of golden sore medicine in Hongyu's hand, and asked, "Is there any clear water that has been boiled in the pot?"

"I... I'll get it." Xiao Zhen, who was stunned to the side, finally came back to her senses, ran out in a hurry, and came back with a bowl of water after a while.

Xiaozhen gasped a little, and then said: "I asked the kitchen, and they said that the water was boiled not long ago, it was clean, and it was just cooled."

Li Xingzhi poured out more than half of the water in the bowl, and mixed a handful of golden sore medicine into it. After mixing it evenly, he knelt down beside Nan Zimu's bed, and carefully raised his hand.

"The flesh of the palm is too tender, and Zimu has never done any rough work. The wound is neither small nor big. It doesn't need such a large dose." After Li Xingzhi explained, he comforted Nanzimu and said, " Hold on, this medicine is quite painful."

Nan Zimu nodded.

Li Xingzhi gently and slowly applied the medicine to his palm, not involving Nan Zimu's wound at all, but the pain still squeezed Nan Zimu's throat, and he found himself a little out of breath.

"Relax." Li Xingzhi said softly. When people are in extreme pain, they will unconsciously hold their breath, creating an illusion that their throat is blocked. He has seen many soldiers who took medicine suffer from such pain.

Although this medicine is strong and hurts when it is applied to the wound, the reason why it is popularized is the efficacy of the medicine. As long as it is not a serious injury that hurts the muscles and bones, or the body is too poor, it can avoid wound infection due to the same night. High fever caused.And the wound can scab over in a few days.

Nan Zimu let out a breath, and saw that Li Xingzhi's hand that applied the medicine to him was trembling. As if he had finally found some fun, he teased Li Xingzhi, "What's wrong, are you still dizzy?"

"A few years ago, Song Ci and I went to the battlefield. I saw the Xiongnu massacre the people in my city. Later, when I led the troops to suppress them, all I could see was the mixed blood of barbarians and common people. There is no difference between the blood of humans and animals. I can't even call the dead people's names." Li Xingzhi said honestly, "I am not a saint, and I can't love the common people in the world. Seeing the casualties like this, I can only feel sad."

Li Xingzhi couldn't control his trembling hands, he continued: "But it's your blood... When I saw it, it wasn't heartache, but heartbreak."

After he finished speaking, he looked up at Nan Zimu, his eyes were full of tenderness, his meaning could not be more obvious - seeing you in pain, my heart will break.