The correct strategy for the master of the world

The small garden where Zuo Mingzhu lives is very beautiful, and the flowers bloom vigorously and neatly.Compared with the messy flowers and plants outside, her small garden is obviously taken care of every day.

It's the flowering period. If it weren't for this illness, the yard should be full of refreshing floral fragrance. Unfortunately, now there is only the smell of medicinal herbs. ,

She did seem to be very ill. She was lying on the bed, her face was pale and bloodless, her eyes were closed tightly, and her breathing was light and shallow.

An old man in Chinese clothes was writing something.

Chu Liuxiang greeted: "Mr. Jianzhai, it's been a long time since I left Jiangnan in the past."

The old man in fine clothes raised his head and said, "Chu Xiangshuai, don't come here without any problems."

The old man was none other than Mr. Zhang Jianzhai, a famous genius doctor who is known as "one finger judges life and death".

While the two of them were greeting each other, Wen Renxi had already walked to Zuo Mingzhu's bed.

He watched Zuo Mingzhu's face very carefully, the hand covered by the sleeve robe moved slightly, and the inner force condensed into a thread, which rested on Zuo Mingzhu's wrist silently.

If Zuo Mingzhu is pretending to be sick, then Zhang Jianzhai who treated her is likely to be her helper. If she is really sick—Wen Renxi smiled—he also wants to know how to hide the truth from himself What kind of sickness is this.

The pulse condition is disordered, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, sometimes stagnant and sometimes slippery.

Wen Renxi pondered for a moment, the internal force covering Zuo Mingzhu's wrist parted and penetrated into her body.

Although the pulse is chaotic, the blood in the body is sufficient, and there is no sign of dying, only the heartbeat and breathing are slowly slowing down.

Ordinary doctors will certainly be helpless, but it is a pity that Wen Renxi happened to read a medical book, which contains a kind of fake death medicine that can make a similar pulse condition. The favorite concubine of the former emperor escaped from it royal palace.

People who take the medicine will fall into a coma, the pulse condition will be disordered, and the water and rice will not flow in. Both the heartbeat and breathing will gradually stop, and finally they will appear in a state of dying of a strange disease.

He withdrew his inner strength, and turned his attention to Zhang Jianzhai who was chatting with Chu Liuxiang but kept looking this way.

With the help of a young lady like Zuo Mingzhu, it is naturally impossible to obtain such high-level fake death medicine, but for Zhang Jianzhai, who is highly skilled in medicine, it is easy to get both pharmacies and medicinal materials.

However, what is the truth still needs to be tested.

Glancing at Zuo Qinghou who was standing in front of Zuo Mingzhu's bed and sighing, Wen Renxi pursed his lips, and condensed his voice into Zhang Jianzhai's ears.

Zhang Jianzhai's face froze for a moment, and he glared at Wen Renxi who was standing aside. As soon as he met Wen Renxi's cold and frozen eyes, he couldn't help feeling a little hairy on his back, and turned his head away quickly Pretending to be nothing had happened.

Clearly such calm eyes, but he actually read the suppressed anger and dissatisfaction from them

Fortunately, Chu Liuxiang was poking his head to read the prescription written by Zhang Jianzhai at this time, so he didn't notice his unnatural moment.

In order to welcome the guests, the big butler of Throwing Cup Villa set up a table of good dishes. Zuo Qinghou forced two glasses of wine with a smile. Few moved a few chopsticks.

It was night, and the heat of the day had subsided a bit, and there was only the rustling of insects in the Throwing Cup Villa.

Zuo Qinghou, who had been suffering for many days, was coaxed back to his room by Chu Liuxiang and others to rest, but Zhang Jianzhai sneaked out under the pretext of boiling medicine.

There is a small pavilion in the back garden of Throwing Cup Mountain Villa. Because it is built on the water and has a distance from the water bank, if you don’t look carefully, you won’t notice people inside.

When Zhang Jianzhai walked into the pavilion, he felt quite restless. He looked around, but he didn't see anyone.

"It's really early for you to come." The cold voice suddenly sounded, accompanied by the chirping of insects, there was a ghostly aura that made people's backs shudder.

Zhang Jianzhai shuddered, looked around, but still saw no one.

"You don't need to look for it, you can't find it." The voice seemed to be coming from all directions, and the direction could not be discerned at all.

"What's the matter with you?" Zhang Jianzhai tried his best to straighten his back to look calmer.

At his age, he has never seen anything, so he can better understand how deep the inner strength of a person who can do this kind of thing is.

"Of course you know what I want to know." The voice still came at a steady pace, but the deafening sound that rang in Zhang Jianzhai's ears did not attract the attention of the patrolling guards on the shore.

The nursing homes of Throwing Cup Villa are all masters in the world.

"Your Excellency and I have never met each other before, so how could I know?" Zhang Jianzhai felt a little chill down his back.

"Heh." The voice laughed inexplicably, and said, "Mr. Jianzhai's memory is really bad. He forgot what he asked in the morning at night. Miss Zuo's illness, do you want to explain it yourself, or I'll help you--"

The voice suddenly stopped for a moment, as if it heard something.Zhang Jianzhai froze in place. In the morning in Zuo Mingzhu's room, he suddenly heard a voice saying to him: "What's going on with Zuo Mingzhu's illness, Mr. Jianzhai had better explain it to me, otherwise, I won't guarantee it." Will you accidentally say something?"

This is an extremely effective threat. Zhang Jianzhai gambled his medical name for half his life by helping Zuo Mingzhu pretend to be sick.

At this time, Zhang Jianzhai also noticed that there were suddenly more nursing homes, and they were running around as if they were looking for something.

"Heh, your movements are quick." The voice sneered, Zhang Jianzhai only felt that something pushed him hard, and he was sent to the shore in a blink of an eye.

He looked back at the pavilion in horror. The empty pavilion was suspended above the water, and only a black silhouette could be seen in the dark night.

"Mr. Jian Zhai!" The butler of the Throwing Cup Villa ran over from a distance. He was a shrewd and capable old man, but now he had a look of panic on his face, "I found you, go and see Well, miss, miss she..."

He called Miss several times in a row, but he didn't say anything, but the old face showed pain, decadence, and sadness.

Zhang Jianzhai snapped back to his senses, grabbed the butler's hand, and said eagerly, "Quick, take me there to have a look."

Wen Renxi sat on the top of the pavilion and watched the two people on the bank leave. With Zhang Jianzhai's skills, he naturally couldn't realize that the person he was looking for was always sitting on top of him.

"Have you heard enough?" He asked suddenly, looking at the calm lake.

There was no one around him.

A head came out of the lake abruptly, still some distance away from the pavilion.

The man swam a few times and got closer to the pavilion, stepped on the water lightly with his feet, jumped up suddenly, and landed lightly beside Wen Renxi.

How many people in the world can do such a beautiful and easy light work?

Chu Liuxiang was the only one in the Throwing Cup Villa.

That person was Chu Liuxiang.

He touched his nose, a little embarrassed.

After dinner, Zuo Qinghou insisted on going to see Zuo Mingzhu again before going back to his room to rest, so he went with him.

The appearance of Zuo Qinghou holding Zuo Mingzhu's hand and chattering was so heartbreaking, he secretly avoided going out and waited for Zuo Qinghou to come out.

Who knew that he just stood still outside, when Zuo Qinghou yelled "Pearl!" in a crying voice, and the room became even more noisy and chaotic.

He hurried in only to find that Zuo Mingzhu died right in front of Zuo Qinghou.

This blow was too great, Zuo Qinghou vomited blood and passed out on the spot, and the servants stood aside at a loss, the scene was chaotic.

He had no choice but to ask the housekeeper to take someone to find Mr. Jianzhai and the other doctors he had invited, thinking that there might be rescue.

After Zuo Qinghou settled down, he also ran out to find someone. Compared with the courtyard guard of Throwing Cup Villa, his skills were much better, so he could see Zhang Jianzhai's figure on the shore.

He didn't rush forward, because he found that Zhang Jianzhai's expressions and movements were not quite right, and his sneakiness made people suspicious.

Swimming quietly into the water, Chu Liuxiang's poor nose gave him an advantage in the water—he didn't need to breathe, so it was extremely difficult for others to spot him.

He swam to a certain distance before he heard the conversation between Zhang Jianzhai and Wen Renxi. Wen Renxi used internal force to firmly restrict their voices within a certain range.

Originally, I just came to find someone, but I overheard such a conversation and was discovered by someone.

Apart from touching his nose and giggling, Chu Liuxiang couldn't think of anything else to do.

Wen Renxi stretched out his hand, and directly steamed Chu Liuxiang's dripping clothes and hair dry with internal force.

Chu Liuxiang was even more embarrassed.

The author has something to say:

The stupid author doesn't like Zuo Mingzhu, not at all

It's hard for me to accept that you cheated on your father who worked so hard to raise you for the sake of a lover you haven't known for a long time, especially when your father is your only relative.

Especially when he thinks that if the plan really succeeds, then well, Zuo Mingzhu will marry his lover instead of Shi Yin.

Shi Yin eloped with her lover.

Everyone is happy.

Has no one thought that Zuo Qinghou really lost his daughter?

Because in his cognition, his daughter is really dead!

Just thinking about it makes me feel bad.

This is a very selfish behavior, or Zuo Mingzhu is a spoiled little girl in my eyes

This probably has something to do with my view of love. I really have to choose between love and family affection.

The stupid author will definitely choose family love

There are two-legged men everywhere, but only one parent raised you

Without love, the stupid author thinks he can survive

But without love, I'm sure to go crazy

I am not against pursuing love bravely, but I am against hurting those who love you for love

[Digression] My aunt is really in pain. Yesterday she was in so much pain that she cried and cried. After taking two painkillers, it didn’t help. It’s so embarrassing to hold my mother and cry. [Cover face

But the weight loss effect is good. I ate half a steamed bun one day when I was in pain, and I was not hungry at all [laughs]

This chapter is still not very fat, the stupid author is a bit stuck, let’s save the leave note from the previous chapter, and I should make up a special episode or something in the future

Chu Liuxiang is so difficult to write, a man who is too attractive is afraid of losing his shape when he writes [crying]

Recently, I was revisiting Criminal Minds, and I happened to see the season when Hotch's wife died. It was so sad, and I wanted to write...

Wait till I finish this one...

There is also an interstellar article written half of the character design...I also like the dress-up game...

Wearing a wedding dress to fight is a bit magical...

so tangled......

Forget it, there must be a way for the car to reach the mountain, and this article is less than a quarter of the outline, so don't worry

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There is also a fixed confession time, the little angels who bookmark and leave comments, I love you, I am so touched by being cared about your body, special thanks!