The Farmer’s Eldest Daughter Has a Spatial Pocket

Shao Qingyuan said expressionlessly, "I'm a doctor, and my uncle is injured, so naturally he has to come over for treatment."

Yang Wenli and the person in charge both gasped, they are not fools, this so-called healing, shouldn't it, shouldn't it be killing people?

As if seeing the meaning of their expressions, Gu Yundong smiled and said, "Don't worry, we are not the kind of ruthless people who will not kill you. Besides, my mother is soft-hearted and explained that we can't kill you. Yes. So you can rest easy."

Yang Liu is soft-hearted, and Yang Wenli knows this.

However, looking at the meaningful expressions of the couple, it is only ghosts who can feel at ease.

Yang Wenli opened his mouth, "Save..."

Before his life was out, Shao Qingyuan directly stuffed a medicine into his mouth.

Then he covered his mouth and didn't know where he pressed it. Yang Wenli's eyes widened and he ate the medicine directly.

"You gave me something to eat, what did you eat?" Yang Wenli didn't care about the pain all over his body, so he rushed to the edge of the bed and tried to spit out the medicine.

But he tried hard for a long time to no avail, the medicine was completely swallowed.

He raised his head and stared at the two with tearful eyes, "I'm a scholar. If I die, even if the prefect of Xuanhe House is familiar with you, I can't turn a blind eye."

Shao Qingyuan wiped his hands with the handkerchief, and looked at him condescendingly, "Uncle thinks too much, this is a medicine that can stop bleeding and relieve pain, and it won't let you die."

Gu Yundong nodded, "Yes, uncle, don't you think that the pain is gone now?"

Yang Wenli was taken aback for a moment, and then he felt it.

Really...it doesn't hurt anymore.

He was a little confused, what did these two mean?

The person in charge also looked confused.

"You guys, are you here to ask for peace?" Yang Wenli narrowed his eyes. The two did not dare to kill him, and they were afraid that he would continue to make trouble and ruin Yangliu's reputation, so they came to show their sympathy?

Gu Yundong brought a stool over to sit and said with a smile, "We have something to discuss with my uncle."

This tone is indeed a reconciliation.

Yang Wenli sneered, "What's the matter?"

"We want to ask my uncle to leave the Xuanhe Mansion and never step into the Xuanhe Mansion. From now on, I will make a clean break with my mother, and it will have nothing to do with it, and it will be like a stranger."

Yang Wenli, "..." Is this an attitude of seeking peace? ?

He stared at Gu Yundong and said word by word, "You, do, dream."

If he just returned to Anyi County in such a bleak way, where would he put his face, wouldn't everything he had done before be in vain?

It was the clever man in charge who rolled his eyes and hurriedly said, "In fact, our master has nothing else to do when he comes to Xuanhe Mansion, he just wants to do the white sugar business. I will never step into Xuanhe Mansion again.”

Yang Wenli looked at him sharply, "Shut up, is it your turn to speak here?"

Before, he really only wanted to make the voice of white sugar, but now, it is impossible.

This Guanshi Wu is getting more and more outrageous, he is his master one after another, and when he returns, he will resign.

Gu Yundong glanced at Yang Wenli and shrugged, "Sure enough, I said that he would not accept it."

Saying that, she raised her head to look at Shao Qingyuan, "How long?"

Shao Qingyuan glanced at Yang Wenli and replied, "Count to twenty."

Twenty numbers? What twenty numbers, what do they mean?