Yu Wushuang thought about it. No matter which house he lived in Kyoto City, there was no peace. Being able to sneak into the high priest's house and catch the priest was definitely a master.
"It's time to change the hidden guards of the Priest's Mansion. After the first time, there will be a second time. You can't be careless."
It was a fluke this time, but what about next time?
"Well, I'm about to change it." Jing Fanzhi nodded.
"Would you like me to bring some from the Marquis Palace?"
"Uh... No, no, no, the hidden guards in our house are enough. By the way, is my grandfather seriously injured?" Jing Fanzhi had some sweat dripping from his forehead.
"It's quite heavy. You need to rest well. Third brother, give grandpa one of your elixirs."
Third Brother's elixir is very effective in relieving pain.
Yu Yuanzhao took out the bottle and handed it to Yu Wushuang: "Is the priest really seriously injured?"
"Look at how his face was beaten, and his pulse is not stable. If that person had used any more force, his internal organs would have been shattered." Yu Wushuang opened the bottle and poured out the elixir.
He pinched open the high priest's mouth with his little hands and stuffed it in.
When the elixir entered his mouth, Jing Tianquan subconsciously wanted to vomit, but his mouth was covered by a small hand, and he swallowed a mouthful of the elixir into his throat.
When Yu Wushuang saw him swallowing, a smile flashed across her eyes, and then she took back her little hand.
It was the first time that Yu Yuanzhao saw such a high priest, and he felt a little worried. No matter how much he messed around, he was still a relative...
"Grandpa, please take a good rest." Yu Wushuang stood up.
"Cousin is leaving?"
"Well, I'll have someone deliver some more tonics when I get back..."
"Ahem... Shuang'er..."
Before Yu Wushuang finished speaking, the person with eyes closed on the bed woke up.
"..."
"Grandpa, you're awake." Yu Wushuang looked over.
Jing Tianquan stretched out a hand weakly: "Shuang'er..."
"Grandpa, I'm here." Yu Wushuang held the hands and sat on the bed again.
Yu Yuanzhao also approached the bed.
"Shuang'er, I'm afraid grandpa is dying." Jing Tianquan's breath swam and his voice trembled.
"Grandpa, don't say that. Wushuang hasn't honored you properly yet. Grandpa will definitely live a long life."
Jing Tianquan felt happy when he heard this, and said tightly: "If you really want to honor grandpa, then stay with grandpa... Ahem... Grandpa doesn't have much time left, so he just wants to see you more."
Jing Fanzhi's mouth twitched and he turned around. The old man was pretending too well.
"Okay, as long as grandpa is well, Wushuang will stay with you." Yu Wushuang held his hand and said seriously.
"Sacrifice...Master Priest, I will also stay with you." Yu Yuanzhao hesitated for a moment and said.
Jing Tianquan moved from Yu Wushuang's face to Yu Yuanzhao's body. What he wanted was a granddaughter, but he didn't want a grandson. This kid took the wrong medicine today!
Did he stay because he wanted to make him so angry that he ascended to heaven?
"Ahem, no need. You go out first. I have to deal with the funeral arrangements with my granddaughter." Jing Tianquan drove them away.
Yu Wushuang: "..."
Jing Fan’s forehead is held up, what’s going to happen next? It’s what’s going to happen after a ghost’s death!
"Okay, little sister, I'll wait for you outside..." Yu Yuanzhao moved his lips, and with some reluctance, he turned around and walked out the door.
The butler went out and closed the door.
"Ahem, Shuang'er..."
"Everyone is out, grandpa, please stop pretending." Yu Wushuang let go of her hand and smiled helplessly.
"Shuang'er, grandpa is really seriously ill." Of course Jing Tianquan didn't admit it.
"Grandpa, I am an alchemist at the eighth level of the Grand Master. Do you think I can't tell the difference between a feigned illness and a real illness?"