The general's wife is sick

After Xiong Jinghai left with an evil spirit, Ji Liu sat in front of the table blankly, and the more he thought about it, the darker his face became. He regretted letting Xiong Jinghai put the hairpin in for him. His despondent appearance just now was obviously for himself to see. This scheming bastard.

Shaking Xiong Jinghai's resolute face from his mind, Ji Liu piled the herbs on the table, washed his hands and went to bed to rest.

Xiong Jinghai returned to the General's Mansion, and Chen Guan greeted him, "Young Master, how are you?"

"You really hit the spot. He asked me to insert the hairpin for him today, but told me not to look for him again. Is your strategy not working?"

Chen Guan followed him into the room and closed the door, "No, this shows that Young Master Liu Shuang really has a place in his heart, otherwise a Shuang'er would never let a stranger do such an intimate gesture, Master, don't think too much about it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Guan only felt that he might be worrying too much. According to Xiong Jinghai's tough personality that only cared about himself, he would not think so much, and would only act according to his own likes and dislikes.

Xiong Jinghai told him bluntly that he really thought too much, "I didn't think about it that much. At dinner, I saw that Ali's spirit was more than a little better than before. When he cured Ali, this door The marriage is void."

"Young master is wise!" Chen Guanqiang smiled and praised him.

"Starting tomorrow, I will strictly investigate the details of the people in the mansion. I heard that it is clear what medicine Ali used at noon. The New Year is coming, and it is time to let the mansion see some bright colors."

Xiong Jinghai pulled out the Mo knife, wiped the blade carefully, and said what he said was as casual as discussing with Chen Guan which lanterns to hang for the mansion during the Lantern Festival.

Chen Guan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Understood, young master."

Early the next morning, the wind and snow raged again.

Ji Liu sent a servant to report the letter to Earl Ziyang's mansion, and sent the letter of invitation, Ji Liu got off the car, and a pair of servants came out to hold an umbrella for him.

"Young Master Liu Shuang, please don't be offended. It has been snowing these past two days, and my young master is a little weak, so he can't go out to greet him."

"It's okay, let me visit your wife first."

"Liu Shuangshao, you don't have to be polite. My wife has already entered the palace early in the morning. The young master told you to go directly to his yard."

Cheng Cheng opened an umbrella behind him, only to hear Ji Liu say, "Then let's hurry up, the snow is getting bigger and bigger."

Unintentionally visiting the scenery of Earl Ziyang's Mansion, Ji Liu only hoped that his idea would not come true.

Entering Yan Bao's courtyard, a pair of attendants lifted the curtain, opened the door to welcome Ji Liu into the house, his heavy breathing made his heart tense.

Ji Liu untied the sable fur, and a pair of attendants brought the sable fur to the brazier to bake for him, and someone led him to the brazier in the hall, "Young Master Liu, you can warm up here first, my young master can't stand the cold. "

"En." After responding, Ji Liu watched Yan Bao's room while warming himself by the fire.

Yan Bao is indeed a well-loved heir, compared with the furnishings in his room, it is not an exaggeration to say that his room is shabby.The eyes are full of rare treasures, and the large screen standing at the door is decorated with coral stones, forming a strange three-dimensional picture. This kind of ingenious artwork is extremely rare in this era.

After warming his hands, Ji Liu directly opened the inner tent and entered the inner room, "Liu brother, you are here."

"Why did Brother Yan suddenly become so ill?"

Yan Bao was leaning on the bed, his pale face was full of ashes, and the two servants beside him, Xiaoyuan, had red eyes, "It's nothing, the body is just useless."

"What's the matter with you, go wash your face quickly, this will make your young master feel even worse, and if you are in a bad mood, you will naturally recover slowly."

Ji Liu calls Xiaoyuan out by name.

Yan Bao glanced at him, "Xiaoyuan, Brother Liu came to visit me, look at what you've become! Go, wash your face before you come back."

There was reproach in the words, but in fact Yan Bao was very protective of his personal servant.

There was no one in the room, so Ji Liu took out a bottle of pills from his sleeve, poured one out from the small mouth of the bottle, and stuffed it into Yan Bao's mouth, "If I don't come again, you will be killed without knowing it."

He leaned forward, tapped Yan Bao's neck twice, and a pill fell into his stomach.

"Liu brother, what did you feed me?" Yan Bao was shocked, and climbed his hands on his neck.

Ji Liu broke away his hand and stuffed the medicine bottle into his hand, "The antidote!"

Get up to pour water for him, luckily Yan Bao was ill, the teapot in the room was filled with warm water.

Poured a cup for him to drink, Ji Liu sat down again, "Your disease is not a disease, it's a poison to be precise and the poison has been around for a long time, I'm afraid it was poisoned in your body when you were young .”

"Liu brother, don't be joking."

He was loved and favored at home, and the eldest lady sent someone to take his pulse every three days because of his frail body, and since he was a child, he had seen [-] or [-] doctors, and no one said he was poisoned.

Ji Liu held his hand, the firmness in her eyes made Yan Bao unconsciously serious.

"I never make fun of people's lives."