Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

The little beggar knows that Jiang Luoyu reacts very quickly, so he must have heard something from his words. Since he has promised others to get a diagnosis, and he said what he said just now, he naturally has no taboo against Murong Ji's illness at the moment. Looking at the pile of prescriptions, he looked solemnly at Murong Ji, whose expression was still calm after hearing these words, but it was obvious that there was some fluctuation.

"Yes, judging from these prescriptions, although your former quack doctors couldn't cure you, they tried their best to prevent your illness from getting worse. However, you met a quack doctor two years ago. Your illness would not have been so severe, but that quack doctor In the past two years, your energy and spirit have been exhausted, I dare to ask you, do you suddenly feel much better than before in the past two years, but your current body suddenly fails?"

Watching Murong Ji nodding slowly, the little beggar straightened up, raised his hand and slapped the prescriptions on the table, nodded confidently and said: "That's right, my guess is correct."

"Mr. Mi, the sacrificial brother..."

"That's why I said it's a pity." Mi Qianqian no longer looked at Jiang Luoyu at this moment, but turned to Murong Ji, her face became stern, and her eyes were fixed on every corner of his face. His expression changed, as if he wanted to see something from there, "Hey, now with my medical skills, I can keep you safe and sound for ten years at most, and I'm not sure about it."

As soon as these words came out, the people in the bamboo forest were all silent for a while, and no one spoke first.

"Ten years... ten years..."

After an unknown amount of time, the little beggar's eyes suddenly lit up, and Murong Ji's pale and handsome face was reflected in his pupils, as well as the faint smile that once again rose from the corners of his lips.

"In that case, I ask Mr. Mi to take care of you."

"Ahem... I haven't finished talking yet, so don't bother me yet."

After being stared at by him for a while, even the cheeky little beggar seemed to be unable to bear it any longer. After waving his hands, he closed his eyes. Under Murong Ji's smiling eyes, he lowered his head and muttered like a mosquito .

"I said ten years, it must be when I have been staying here and taking care of your brother, but I can stay with you for two years at most, and I can't do it any more, even if you don't let me go If I go out, people from the Mi family will also come out to look for it, and I won't be able to stay in the emperor for long."

Murong Ji is as good as he is, as if he really doesn't care about how long he can live, and still looks calm and breezy.

It seems that I was just curious to ask the last question: "If there is no husband by my side, I wonder how many years my body can last?

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The little beggar didn't even think about it this time, so he raised his chin and replied with great determination and a little pride: "With your current physical condition, and after I have carefully nursed it for about two years, you can always survive in five years, and the rest will be counted. You earned it... But let me say it first, I just do my best, and when the time comes, you will let me go, you can't renege on my debt!"

Murong Ji nodded, and accepted his condition very straightforwardly, looked at Jiang Luoyu whose face became complicated and unpredictable when he heard them start the conversation, raised his hand and saluted respectfully, calmly He opened his mouth and asked, "Brother and sister-in-law, please tell my elder brother about Mr. Mi..."

Seeing his calm and resolute expression, Jiang Luoyu knew that he had made up his mind. Hearing this, he seemed a little unwilling: "But it's only five years..."

"Enough." Murong Ji hooked the corners of his lips, a strange expression appeared on his pale and handsome face, and the smile on the corners of his lips seemed clear and vague. When the little beggar standing beside him saw this smile, his eyes seemed to be As if stuck, there was an indescribable obsession in the depths of his eyes, but he didn't notice it at all.

"Ji originally thought, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive this year, but who would have thought that my eldest brother would find such a miracle doctor for Ji, who has such unpredictable medical skills and can make Ji live for another five years... Five Years, enough to take a look at the future nephew, enough to help the elder brother stabilize the Murong family, enough... maybe enough to let me forgive that person."

"But it's not enough for you to find the one you love, let alone have everything an ordinary person can have." Jiang Luoyu captured all the changes in the expressions of the two people in front of her, her dark eyes covered all fluctuations, her smile and When he first came, he was usually full of worry and helplessness, but after pondering for a while, he agreed to his words, and turned his face to Mi Qianqian.

"Forget it, from now on this matter will be decided by the younger brother. Since he has agreed to you, I will naturally not make things difficult for you in the future, just rest assured."

Hearing that Jiang Luoyu should be, the big stone that the little beggar had been holding in his heart fell down with a bang, he let out a long sigh of relief and patted his chest, and spoke loudly, but his eyes were still looking away intentionally or unintentionally. Murong Ji: "Okay, let's talk quickly! I'll hang out with you from now on! By the way—what's your name?"

"The next Murong Sacrifice

"Mu-rong-ji-en, the name is not bad. That little sacrifice, I didn't intend to treat you so hard, but seeing your attitude is so good, I will forgive your brother and your brother a lot Sister-in-law, let’s treat you seriously, and I just found a place to eat and drink—the food in the dignified four families should be pretty good, right?”

Murong Ji didn't expect his question to be this, a look of astonishment finally flashed across his face, and he laughed out loud after a while, his hearty smile startled a group of birds that had stopped, and his face also surged a little. The bloody, handsome face became more and more gentle and charming, and immediately made the little beggar standing beside him stare at him almost with good eyes.

"Naturally, don't worry, sir."

This scene was fully captured by Jiang Luoyu who was not far away, and a knowing smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Less than half a cup of tea after walking out of the bamboo forest, Jiang Luoyu's face quickly turned gloomy. Regardless of the startled gaze of Sleeping Star, she stopped in a dark corner of the corridor, and said coldly, "Where is the dark owl?" ?!"

Before he finished speaking, Mian Xing who was standing beside him felt a blur in front of his eyes. Two men wearing royal blue long clothes with Li bird pattern on the cuffs bowed their heads and half knelt not far in front of them. They moved quickly and silently. Silently, Mianxing's eyes flashed with astonishment—for some reason, he suddenly felt that these dark owls hidden in the Murong family seemed to be more terrifying than the dead soldiers trained by Hanjiang Pavilion!

Just as he slowly lowered his head to hide his surprise, Jiang Luoyu had already picked up the token to mobilize An Xiao, and unconsciously stroked the wishful flute pinned to his waist with his fingers, and spoke coldly.

"No matter where he is now, even if he's in Wuya Mansion, the miraculous folk doctor who has been away yesterday, who has been treating my younger brother for the past few years, has to find a way to catch me back!"

Before the words fell, the two people immediately lowered their bodies without asking why, and their figures quickly drifted away in front of their eyes like smoke. Jiang Luoyu watched them disappear coldly, and just as he stuffed the tokens in his hands back into his sleeves, he suddenly felt Sleeping Star beside him tightened his body, and then let out a low voice: "Who?"

Jiang Luoyu turned around, followed Mian Xing's gaze, and only had time to see a piece of ice-blue clothes, and the rest disappeared—he suddenly realized that the person standing not far away, might be In order to see if he can direct the action of the dark owl, or just

It was to spy on him alone, and it was very likely that he was an enemy rather than a friend.

"Who is that person, have you ever seen clearly?"

Mian Xing frowned, and after thinking for a while, he lowered his body and responded, "Return to Nei Jun, when you told An Xiao just now, it seemed that that person was watching from over there, because he was too far away. The subordinates couldn't see his face clearly, but only saw his attire."

"Master or servant? Man or woman?"

"Looking at her attire, she seems to be a maid who looks like a nun."

What does Mammy look like?

When Jiang Luoyu heard this description, the first thing that flashed in Jiang Luoyu's mind was the dowry mother who was by Zhen's side when she was still in Dataki. Xiu then walked up the corridor where he was going to go, the dark light in his black jade-like eyes flickered, and finally disappeared into darkness.

In the evening, the finished dinner was placed on the table, and the servants and maidservants were tidying up in the room. One or two bold maidservants looked at the masters behind the screen while tidying up. When he heard the two masters talking in a low voice, he couldn't help but move forward, but was immediately spotted by Mian Xing who came to deliver the tea. After giving him a hard look, the two maids trembled in fright, and immediately let the cups and plates The bowl made a louder noise, attracting Sleeping Star's colder stare.

However, on the Babu bed not a few steps away at this time, the two people who were playing chess were not affected by the chaos outside. There was a flash of remorse, the chess piece in his hand fell from his fingertips, and landed on the chessboard with a clang.

"This was my negligence, if it wasn't for me, Brother Ji..."

"Don't blame yourself." Jiang Luoyu sighed, put down the white piece in her hand, simply stopped playing chess, instead raised her hand to put his arm around his shoulder, and gently removed the man's hair crown with her fingers, with a soothing expression. Looking directly at him with a smile, recalling what he had just said about Murong Ji, he said softly.

"Zhaomin, if you didn't look for that genius doctor then, Wu Yashi didn't want to plot you to get you hooked, and your younger brother is probably not alive to meet Mr. Mi under the treatment of the imperial doctor, right?"

Speaking of this, Jiang Luoyu's brows and eyes flashed fiercely, and the black jade-like eyes were even more murderous——

As he expected, at that time Mi Qianqian said that two years ago, the folk genius doctor Murong Hao invited to treat Murong Ji seemed to have cured Murong Ji, but in fact he was hollowing out Murong Ji's body. He already felt that something was wrong, so he immediately sent someone to investigate. Sure enough, the investigation found that the folk genius doctor died not long after leaving the Murong Mansion, and the person who did it was also related to the Wu Ya family.

There is no other explanation for this matter other than murder.

Everything is hooked up, and this is the result.