Liu Ziwen didn't know when he woke up.

I don't know how long it took for him to pass out.

How was the public trial? Did Wang Lengran protect the Liu family? Did Ouyang Lianghan still pursue justice and pursue the case fiercely?

Liu Ziwen was like an old and sick tiger trapped in a swamp, his consciousness was groggy.

Only the stab wounds wrapped with bandages on his chest and stomach, and the bone-chilling pain that made him grit his teeth, could make his brain wake up intermittently.

I may have had some dreams during this period, but every time I opened my eyes with difficulty, I would forget them thousands of miles away.

And it was this intermittent awakening that made Liu Ziwen vaguely aware that he had been asleep for a long, long time.

Sometimes when I open my eyes, the room is pitch black.

Sometimes when I open my eyes, there seems to be someone lighting a lamp and guarding the round table not far away.

Sometimes when I open my eyes, the light inside and outside the bed is dim, and I can't tell whether it is evening or dawn.

But now, Liu Ziwen woke up again.

He slowly turned his head and looked.

Not far from the bed, there was the sound of rushing water outside the closed window.

It's pouring rain.

In the annual plum rainy season in Longcheng County, such heavy rains are rare because most of them are drizzle.

And such heavy rain means that the rainy season is coming to an end.

It also means...

The water level in Yunmengze upstream is about to rise sharply again, and I don't know if Dickong Gate can resist it.

This was the first thought that came to Liu Ziwen's mind at this moment, and it was also the first reaction of most people in Longcheng who were used to floods.

"Husband, wake up!"

At the table in the room, Ms. Xu, who was sitting in a daze, rushed to the bedside.

Liu Ziwen saw his wife in front of him with a surprised and dazed look on his face, and looked outside the door again.

He looked pale. With Xu's help, he raised his upper body, opened his parched lips slightly, and said weakly:

"Where is this?"

"My husband is still guilty... This is the official residence of the county government to house sick witnesses. Prison visits are allowed." Mrs. Xu said timidly.

I don't know if she has been crying a lot in the past few days, but this ordinary-looking woman's eyes turned red.

Liu Ziwen's attention was not on his wife at all. He leaned his upper body forward and said anxiously:

"How is the situation outside? How is the public trial? Ahem..."

He spoke too quickly and seemed to be choking. He covered his mouth and coughed twice.

"I'll give you some water!"

Mrs. Xu didn't seem to hear Liu Ziwen's previous question. She looked around, stood up suddenly, and hurried out to pour tea.

It seemed that the movement inside the house was spread outside, and Liu Ziwen saw Liu Fu limping in and looking around.

"Old... Master, you're awake." The lame old steward said in a daze.

Liu Ziwen stopped coughing and asked in a serious tone: "Come here, I've been in coma for the past few days, what happened outside..."

"The master has finally woken up. Let me go and inform the second young master and the others!"

Liu Fu saluted respectfully, turned around and left.

Liu Ziwen stopped talking.

He turned his head and looked at the empty and simple house, then at the white undershirt with blood stains on his chest, and the unstable bed underneath him.

Liu Ziwen realized a good news and a bad news.

The good news is that Biyiniao's poison seems to have been removed, and Liu Zian and others should have given him the antidote later.

The paratoxicosis that made life worse than death has disappeared.

The reason why he was able to hold on was probably due to the poison-quenching short knife that was thrust into Liu Ziwen's body. The poison had just entered the body and had not yet completely spread.

It is different from the Jade Immortal who has hidden poison that permeates her whole body.

The latter's poison is more violent and fatal.

The bad news is that the dead soldier stabbed his lungs with a knife, causing his lung lobes to shrink and become smaller.

Although Liu Ziwen was rescued and survived, the knife was poisoned after all and was not clean and susceptible to infection.

Even if he doesn't die immediately, he will still be plagued by tuberculosis and be miserable.

Liu Ziwen put down the hand covering his mouth and stared blankly at the blood coughed up from his palm.

The second brother Liu Zi'an originally got the Biyi Bird poison from Mr. Li, a diner of the Wei family, so he naturally had a matching antidote in hand, just in case.

And this antidote, in addition to being used on Liu Ziwen now, was actually used once not long ago.

It was at the open-air luncheon of the ribbon-cutting ceremony that he mistakenly gave it to Ouyang Lianghan, who was pretending to be a jade fairy.

Before leaving, Liu Ziwen quietly offered the wine mixed with the antidote to Ouyang Lianghan.

The latter also cheated him out of Biyiniao's sinister green bottle.

Because according to the plan at that time, Liu Ziwen and Liu Zian wanted the Jade Fairy to inject Yin poison on Xie Lingjiang, and then use the red bottle Yang poison to trigger it according to the situation during the ribbon-cutting ceremony.

Therefore, naturally we cannot let the female fairy Jade who has been poisoned without knowing it also become poisonous and influence her to kill Shen Xisheng.

However, looking at it now, these schemes were all in vain. Even Liu Ziwen himself accidentally fell into the trap and was plotted...

On the bed, Liu Ziwen was in a daze for a while.

Suddenly there was a burst of chaotic footsteps outside, and it sounded like there were a lot of people coming.

Liu Ziwen put the blood on the inner sheet of his palm and moved his body to cover it up.

Liu Zian and Liu Zilin walked quickly into the door with a group of men in rich clothes.

"Brother!"

"Young Master."

Seeing the visitors who were almost filling the room, even Liu Ziwen, who was well prepared, could not help but look stunned and said:

"Why are you here too?"

"Brother, it's almost the Ghost Festival, and the clan brothers who have returned to worship their ancestors are also worried about eldest brother's injury. I heard that you are awake, so we came over to check on you."

Liu Zian took a step forward, grabbed Liu Ziwen's hand, and explained with a serious face.

Liu Ziwen did not look at Liu Zian and silently pulled his wrist out of his hand. The latter looked helpless.

Liu Ziwen pursed his gray lips and glanced over the faces of Liu Zilin and the brothers of the Liu clan who were surrounding the bed.

Liu Zilin looked at the eldest and second brothers in front of the bed. He seemed to be hesitant to speak. He lowered his head and looked down.

Other brothers from the Liu clan who seemed to have come back to worship their ancestors came forward one after another and greeted Liu Ziwen, looking very enthusiastic.

Liu Ziwen seemed a little uncomfortable. He took a deep breath and waved them away, "You..."

At this moment, Liu Ziwen's words were interrupted by a laugh outside the door:

"Mr. Liu, I heard that you woke up. I brought you some fruit. I wish you a speedy recovery. Let's continue to attend the ceremony."

Ouyang Rong Shixiao walked in with Yan Liulang and other detectives.

Yan Liulang and others stared at the three Liu Ziwen brothers and a room full of Liu clan members with cold eyes.

Liu Ziwen's originally gray face turned red as if from congestion. He was about to speak when he suddenly found that everyone except him was saluting Ouyang Rong respectfully.

Liu Zi'an, Liu Zilin, and the brothers from the Liu clan all lowered their heads and said, "Your Majesty the County Magistrate."

Ouyang Rong raised his palm in vain and pressed it down in the air to indicate:

"Hey, you're welcome. It's been a pleasure dealing with you all these past two days. I've become very familiar with you all, and everyone is very cooperative. Why are you so polite?"

The young county magistrate turned his head with a smile, and greeted the young head of the Liu family who was on the sick bed with a face the color of pig liver:

"The main reason I came here this time was to take a look at Mr. Liu. I used to hear people say that good people don't live long, but disasters last for thousands of years, but now it's not always true.

"Look, Mr. Liu has a rosy complexion. Doesn't that mean he is living a good life?"

Ouyang Rong pointed at Liu Ziwen's face and gestured to everyone.

Liu Zian and all the Liu clan brothers quickly put on smiles.

The atmosphere in the ward was cheerful and cheerful.

If we didn't tell them, how would an outsider know that the two parties were still life-or-death enemies before the public trial a few days ago?

Liu Ziwen suddenly turned around and asked:

"What's familiar? What's the coordination?"
To be continued...