Chapter 267 The Imperial Concubine Refuses to Meet
Lan Yunyi looked at Yan Yinxiao's silent look and said extremely magnanimously: "I'm just curious. If this matter is of great importance and you don't want to talk about it, then it doesn't matter."
As Shi Song listened, the smile on his face became brighter, revealing eight white teeth.
"Is there anyone or something that is more important than you? It's just that Shi Song is not doing things well, and I need to go out of the capital to find someone in person. It's the person I told you before, the person I'm looking for in Qiguo."
Yan Yinxiao had no intention of hiding Lan Yunyi's identity, but he was worried that Lan Wanru's suspected identity would put Lan Yunyi in a dilemma, and she would feel secretly unhappy.
So he decided to wait until he had found out the matter clearly and settled it before telling her.
There is still a glimmer of hope in his heart. Is there a possibility that the person he is looking for is not Lan Wanru?
But no matter what Lan Wanru's status is, he will not let Yunyi feel a little wronged.
Yan Yinxiao finished speaking calmly and glanced at Shi Song with neither salt nor indifference.
Shi Song hurriedly took back the eight exposed teeth.
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Lan Xiuhe was stabbed mercilessly in the heart by Lan Yunyi. No matter how Lan Qianjing covered the wound with a handkerchief, he could not stop the blood flowing from his chest.
Lan Qianjing looked at Lan Xiuhe's increasingly pale face, and his own hands couldn't help but tremble.
"Xiu He, you can't die. My elder brother has spent so much time cultivating you, how can you just die like this?"
"Xiuhe, brother will avenge you!"
When the doctor heard the order and came to the house where Lan Mansion was staying temporarily, what he saw was this scene.
Blood was dripping all over the ground, and Lan Qianjing, a well-dressed civil servant in front of him, was all wet at the moment, and his blue clothes were stuck to his body randomly, making him look like a water ghost.
Lan Xiuhe was lying on the bed with a broken sword stuck in his chest. His face was pale, his lips were pale, and his whole body was wet as if he was lying in a pool of blood, like an evil ghost.
Seeing the scene in front of him, the doctor's hands trembled, and the things originally contained in the bag almost shook out.
He hurriedly stepped forward to check on Lan Xiuhe's condition.
Lan Xiuhe's eyes were closed tightly at this moment. The broken sword seemed to have been inserted into his heart, causing so much blood to flow out.
If the broken sword penetrated the heart, even the Daluo Immortal would not be able to save him. The old doctor suddenly thought and planned to sell the paper money and candles in his bag to Lan Qianjing in front of him.
But before he spoke, he noticed that Lan Xiuhe's pale lips were trembling uncontrollably, and although his eyes were closed tightly, his long eyelashes were fluttering up and down.
The old doctor's eyelids twitched.
It seemed like there was something wrong with his wound.
Seeing the old doctor's unwillingness to take action, Lan Qianjing felt a little anxious. He grabbed the bulging package that the old doctor put on the table and threw it on him again.
"I asked you to come here just to ask you to get treatment as soon as possible. I don't want to hear anything from you saying that you can't be cured or that you will die!"
As soon as Lan Qianjing finished his threatening words, the old doctor's bulging package turned over in the air, and all the contents inside were spilled out.
Paper money scattered in the air, sprinkled on Lan Xiuhe's body, and then fell into a pool of blood, slowly getting wet.
Add a mourner and it will become a mourning hall in no time.
Lan Qianjing's face darkened.
The old doctor's lips trembled.
The old doctor watched helplessly as Lan Qianjing slowly turned his head and said to the man next to him, who had a terrifying expression and looked like a ghost: "Buy his paper money, kill him, and bury Xiuhe with him."
The old doctor's vision went dark, and he hurriedly knelt down in front of Lan Qianjing: "He's not dead! The sixth young master is not dead! The young one can be saved, the young one can really be saved!"
Lan Qianjing looked at him expressionlessly.
"I just discovered that the sixth young master was hit by a sword in the chest, but that was not where his heart was!"
Lan Qianjing frowned.
"His heart is on the left side! The sword did not damage the heart. He can still be saved! He can still be saved!"
After the old doctor said this, he was shocked to realize that Lan Qianjing had long known that Lan Xiuhe had been hit by a sword in the chest and there was no way he could be saved.
Asking him to come to your home is not so much a matter of treatment as it is a matter of asking him to be buried with you.
The man in front of me looked elegant and well-dressed, but I didn't expect that he was a beast in clothes.
The old doctor shivered, then hurriedly climbed to Lan Xiuhe's side, helped him take out the broken sword from his chest, and began to treat him.
The more he treated, the weirder he felt. He had treated many people and had given away many others. If ordinary people were bleeding like this, even if the injury was not in the heart, they would have met the King of Hell long ago.
But the sixth young master of the Lan family in front of him is still alive and well, and his body seems to have been specially cultivated.
However, under his tightly closed eyelids, his eyes kept wandering around, as if he had been trapped in a deep dream, and that dream seemed to frighten him very much.
However, this was not something that the old doctor could take care of. He bandaged Lan Xiu and healed his wounds. He didn't even dare to ask for the medical fee. He looked at the paper money on the ground and ran away as fast as he could.
After the old doctor left, Lan Qianjing looked at his biological brother in front of him and slowly raised his lips: "It seems that the decades of training in Xiuhe are still useful. You still need to practice more in the future."
When the secret guard beside him heard this, he slowly lowered his head and remained silent.
The master said he was sending the Sixth Young Master to a Buddhist temple, but in fact he was sending him to a secret base.
He felt that Lan Xiuhe was too soft-hearted to plead for Lan Yunyi, and that secret base tortured his mind and turned Lan Xiuhe from a cold living person to an emotionless living dead.
Seeing that the secret guard didn't speak, Lan Qianjing slowly turned to look at him: "You think I'm too cruel to Xiu He, don't you?"
Recalling the training methods he saw in the secret base, the secret guard's hands hanging by his side slowly clenched into fists.
"My subordinates dare not."
"You just don't dare, but you still think so. With Xiu He's character and temper, he was born to kill people. He has enjoyed everything Lan Mansion has given him, shouldn't he give something to Lan Mansion?"
Lan Qianjing lowered his head and looked at Lan Xiuhe, whose face was pale, but there was always a smile that was neither salty nor light at the corner of his mouth.
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Lan Yunyi rested in Qingyun Temple for a long time, and then asked Lu Yi to deliver the news to the imperial concubine's palace. She had not seen the imperial concubine for a long time.
And if the news I heard in Tingfeng Tower that day is true, then there are many mysteries surrounding the imperial concubine, and she must know many things.
But not long after Lu Yi left, she came back with news.
Someone from the palace sent word that the imperial concubine was not in good health today and had no time to see Lan Yunyi.
Lan Yunyi was slightly stunned, and then said to Lu Yi: "If the imperial concubine is in poor health, shouldn't she need to see me more? I am Grandpa Bu's personal disciple. Although I am not good at medicine, I can still share her worries.
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What's more, she was in the palace before, and the imperial concubine also told her that if she wanted to, she could come into the palace to chat with her at any time.
What's happening now?
Lu Yi pursed her lips and said with a hint of grievance in her voice: "Yes, this is what I said to the maid next to the imperial concubine at that time, but the little maid just smiled and left."
Lan Yunyi's brows furrowed even tighter, she always felt a little weird.