She rolled her eyes at him and said casually: "It's useless for you to stimulate me like this. At this point, I believe in him more than I believe in myself."
The evil young man immediately crossed his arms and leaned back: "That's true, you really don't have the confidence to doubt others..."
This sentence made Gong Yueyue jump to her feet: "You are seeking death!" Before she finished speaking, a small ball of paper flew towards the evil young man's face, but was caught in his hand before it hit the tip of his nose.
"The practice has become more and more precise." He heard Du Ruotong say that Gong Yueyue would take time to practice the hidden weapons that Zhao Changyuan taught her every day. Now it seems that she is about to start practicing. "Getting back to the subject, I agree with your guess. His relationship with Mingjiao
During this time, there should have been some kind of connection that cannot be severed for the time being. If we can find out what this connection is, we can prescribe the right medicine to help him."
Gong Yueyue lowered her head and thought for a moment, then asked: "Could it be the poison you mentioned at the beginning?"
The evil young man looked hesitant and seemed to disagree with her guess: "The person who was poisoned has no relatives, but he obviously still recognizes his wife and children."
Gong Yueyue bit her lip, and suddenly her eyes lit up: "Could it be that he was not poisoned at all, and that he came to kill me and injured Yin Liang that day just to show others?"
"It is possible. However, judging from Yin Liang's injuries at the time, the big white goose was indeed murderous, which makes no sense."
After hearing what the bad boy said, she felt a little anxious. She rubbed her hair and said angrily: "I may have become stupid after giving birth. When you say that, my mind is all messed up!"
"Don't worry, I'm making it simpler. Judging from the current situation, the other possibility is more likely." The evil young man got up and walked to the small desk, poured a cup of tea and handed it to Gong Yueyue, hoping to calm her down.
Restless. "He was indeed poisoned, but he was defused."
Gong Yueyue took the tea cup and took a sip of the tea. She felt much refreshed and calm. "If this is the case, then the reason that forced him to stay in the desert was not this poison. By the way, what else did you ask about?
News?”
The evil young man took another step towards her and lowered his voice as low as possible: "Someone from the Mingjiao secretly contacted the Liao army."
Gong Yueyue stood there holding the teacup, thinking about his simple words for a long time, and finally asked in confusion: "Does this...do you have any special meaning? As far as I know, the Mingjiao doesn't deal well with us.
Then our enemies are naturally their friends."
The evil young man still kept his voice very low: "But as far as I know, the Mingjiao has established very strict rules since its founding - it is forbidden to participate in military and political affairs."
Gong Yueyue pondered for a while: "Tsk. It's indeed a bit suspicious to say so. My husband-in-law happens to be in the desert... Is there any connection between this?
Both of them fell into silence and contemplation for a moment, and finally the evil young man solemnly said: "This matter cannot be figured out in a moment. I will continue to investigate and see what else I can get. But no matter what, don't leak it.
Half a sentence. When it comes to the life of the big white goose, you and I must be extremely cautious.
"OK!"
No matter from which angle you look at it, this garden, this path, and this person together form a wonderful picture. But he himself will never realize this, because in his opinion, beauty is not important to him at all.
It was a superfluous thing that had never brought him any luck or benefit. From a young age, he could hear other people praising his appearance. But so what?
The people around him still left him one by one; he was still alone; he was still rejected by worldly people; the people he liked still didn't even care about him.
Just like this, he stopped and stared at Gong Yueyue, who was a few steps away. The other party was looking around, not knowing what he was looking for. Until the distance between the two became closer and closer, so close that one of them had to turn sideways. When she was able to get out of the way, she looked up and spotted him.
The surprise on her face disappeared briefly, and then she said hello calmly: "Master Pan."
He nodded slightly and said in a somewhat difficult tone: "What...are you looking for?"
"Have you seen Fu Yun? She came with me, but I don't know where she went."
He turned sideways, raised his hand and pointed in the direction behind him. This slight movement was enough to make him dizzy, and his whole body trembled slightly: "I met him by the waterside pavilion not long ago, but I'm afraid he's gone now."
She still had a calm expression and a calm tone, as if the person in front of her was just a strange guide: "Then I'll look for him again, thank you."
After saying that, she hurriedly left until she disappeared into the mottled shadows of the trees, without even looking back at him.
The setting sun is like an aging person, looking less and less energetic. The cool breeze of early winter takes advantage of the opportunity, blowing away the little warmth left on people's bodies. Pan Zhuqing stood for a long time, until the A cool breeze blew through his chest until it chilled his whole heart...
Back in the house, Pan Zhuqing wrapped herself in a quilt and fell into a deep sleep. She didn't know how long she had slept when the voice of the young man Mo Yu sounded outside the door - "Young Master, are you in there?"
Pan Zhuqing opened his eyes with difficulty. The room was dark. If it weren't for the slightest bit of moonlight shining through the window, he would have thought he was still in a dream. After finally regaining consciousness, he licked his chapped lips and squeezed out two words. : "What's the matter?"
"Second Young Master has guests visiting today and would like to invite you to have a meal with us."
"I have no appetite, please go back for me." Mo Yu only heard this feeble rejection, but failed to hear Pan Zhuqing's long and helpless sigh as he lay on the bed before saying this. Don't say that he doesn't have it now. Even if he had half the strength to support him to stand up from the bed, he really couldn't bear the coldness from Gong Yueyue at this moment. No matter how strong his willpower and endurance are, he will be extremely fragile and easily defeated. moments, such as Pan Zhuqing now.
"Young Master, are you feeling unwell?" He remembered that after walking out of the Second Young Master's place just now, Zhao Changyuan's wife chased him out and told him that Pan Zhuqing seemed to be ill and asked him to pay attention, but she did not say anything to Pan Zhuqing.
Mo Yu kept teasing him, making him more and more unable to resist. "No, I'm just a little tired. I'm going to sleep first."
"Would you like me to help you find a doctor?"
"No."
Fortunately, Mo Yu had served him for so many years and knew his temperament very well. He could only speak three times, and if he bothered him again, he would be pissed off. So he stopped asking any more questions and quietly left.
Weak people can easily fall asleep. But this time, Pan Zhuqing could not close his eyes until dawn. People in the nearby dining room were laughing and talking, which made his mind more and more clear, but his body became more and more uncomfortable.
He was a little irritated and covered his whole face in the quilt, but he still couldn't sleep peacefully because of difficulty breathing.
Suddenly, there was another knock on the door. He threw away the quilt and asked impatiently: "Who?"
"Young Master, it's me. I boiled some medicine for you." It was Mo Yu's voice again.
"Send it in." He replied and covered his face with the quilt again.
The door was pushed open, and soon the candlelight came on, and then the footsteps got closer and closer.
"Put it on the table. I'll drink it myself." After saying that, Pan Zhuqing opened the quilt and saw a face completely different from Mo Yu's. "Why is it you?" His tone was still indifferent, but for some reason But my mood immediately became as bright as the room.
"Yun'er is a doctor and he can't bear to see his patients suffer." It's not that he can't bear to see his patients suffer. It's clear that he can't bear to see Pan Zhuqing suffer.
Fu Yun's reserved and restrained excuse made Pan Zhuqing's instant emotion immediately fall to the freezing point. "I'll do it myself." He sat up and reached out to take the soup in her hand. As the saying goes, illness comes like a mountain. A mere cold spell set Pan Zhuqing's emotional intelligence back twenty years.
Fu Yun did not hand over the bowl in his hand to him, but turned sideways to avoid his hand.
"I'm just sick, my hands and feet are intact." He felt very unhappy. But even he himself couldn't figure out why he was so unhappy. He only knew that only a certain part of his current bad mood was related to Gong Yueyue. .Gong Yueyue made him feel cold. But his current mood, in addition to being cold, also had some emotions that could be described in one word - "sour".
He couldn't figure out where the acid came from, because he had almost never had such a strange mood since he was a child. He remembered that the first time he felt like this was after inspecting Meng Yue's body in Yizhuang.
The next time was the day Xue Jiu came back from Kaifeng. He felt that there was something awkward about Xue Jiu.
The third time was when someone under his command accidentally mentioned Xiao Juan. He was eating at the time and immediately complained that there was too much vinegar in the food.
And then, today...
With his current brain, he must be unable to put the causes and consequences of these situations together, merge similar items, and find the final answer. Now he just wants to drink medicine and go to sleep. Maybe when he wakes up, his mood will change. As the condition improves, he can return to normal.
But Fu Yun was still holding the medicine bowl and blowing on it with a spoonful of air, without any intention of letting go.
He looked at Fu Yun, and for some reason, the inexplicable unhappiness in his heart became stronger and stronger. He frowned slightly and said coldly: "Then just leave it alone and go out first."
Fu Yun smiled faintly, but his words were very decisive and powerful: "If Brother Pan doesn't drink this medicine, Yun'er won't leave." At this point, he raised his eyes and glanced at him secretly, and then quickly moved away. "If you don't want to see me, you should recover quickly, and then you will have the strength to kick me out."
Pan Zhuqing heard the implication of her words. At this moment, he was too weak to fight against her. After a moment of silence, Pan Zhuqing suddenly laughed: "You are really the most stubborn doctor I have ever seen." (Unfinished) to be continued)