Shan Ming stared at the woman's profile and hesitated to speak: "...Miss Nan..."
Nan Xian Wanyan turned her head, stared at Shan Ming and smiled suddenly: "Why are you nervous? Could it be that you also killed someone and buried the body here?"
"No wonder the flowers in the garden grow so well, the nutrients they get come from dead bodies!"
Although the woman was smiling, she saw Shan Ming trembling all over, and he defended incoherently: "Nan, Miss Nan, I didn't, the little one didn't kill anyone... these are all..."
Thinking of something, Shan Ming suddenly closed his mouth.
After pausing for a moment, he reminded with an embarrassed look: "Miss Nan, although you and I have different identities, I dare to advise you that the less you know about the affairs of the house, the better!"
Nan Xian raised the corners of her lips in a half-smile but said nothing.
Bored, he twirled the raindrops on the peonies beside him, lowered his eyes for a moment, and was about to continue walking towards Broken Yuxuan with Shan Ming when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the side.
"Steward Shi!" Nan Xian called from a distance.
Shi Xiu's back felt unnatural for a moment when he heard the sound, and then he yelled at the two young men who were carrying the body. Then he squeezed out a smile and turned around: "Miss Nan——"
He caught a glimpse of Shan Ming out of the corner of his eye and thought: "Miss Nan is going to Suiyuxuan to consult the young master?"
Nan Xian nodded, his eyes moved slightly, and he said with a smile: "Steward Shi is really working hard. He has to deal with all the big and small matters in the house. I wonder how Steward Shi plans to deal with these corpses?
The weather has been gloomy recently, and there is a lot of humidity and mist in the house. If it is not cleaned up, it may breed diseases."
Shi Xiu's expression froze, and he turned around and said angrily to the two guards with dirty hands: "What are you still doing? Didn't you hear Miss Nan's explanation? Please dispose of these corpses quickly, and don't bring them into the house if they are infected!"
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Both guards held knives in their hands, and their pale arm and leg bones lay on the ground.
After being scolded by Shi Xiu, he hurriedly picked up the severed limbs and wrapped them in white cloth. That skillful movement made Nan Xian's eyelids twitch slightly.
Who among the people who survived in Xiang Mansion can be so careless?
Even Shan Ming saw something was wrong!
These dead bodies don't look like the corpses that were divided during life, but rather like...
A layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and when the breeze blew, he felt the chill chilling him to his bones. He quietly looked at the people next to him, but found that Miss Nan didn't react at all.
I don't know why, but seeing Miss Nan's calm look, Shan Ming calmed down a little.
I also thought: Miss Nan is not an ordinary person, she is not even afraid of her own young master, so it is not surprising that she is indifferent to the severed limbs of these dead people.
When Nan Xian and Shan Ming walked away, the smile on Shi Xiu's lips disappeared, and there was a hint of cruelty in her eyes.
A guard on the side asked cautiously: "Steward Shi, what about these things..."
Shi Xiu turned his head and cursed the bitch to himself, and said angrily: "Of course you put it in the ice cellar and make cat food for Third Yiniang's cat like before. Do you still need me to explain this kind of thing again?"
"Yes, yes..." The scolded guard did not dare to raise his head, and hurriedly responded to his companions and continued to collect the stumps.
There was a commotion in the back garden, but the silence inside Sui Yuxuan was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
From the moment Nan Xian took Xiang Yunzheng's pulse, the other party remained silent. If it weren't for the cold eyes staring at her, Nan Xian would have thought this man was a wooden stake.
Shan Mingming sneaked out wisely.
Xiang Yunzheng was upset for a long time. Seeing that the other party didn't speak, he frowned and pulled out his hand, and sneered with disdain: "With your three-legged cat's medical skills, what diagnosis can you make?"
After saying that, he frowned and looked at the burn marks exposed outside the veil: "What's wrong with your face?"
Nan Xian casually brushed the strands of hair around her ears, raised her eyebrows and looked over: "Want to see?"
"What the hell are you doing?" Xiang Yunzheng frowned.
As soon as he finished speaking, his brows furrowed deeper. He stood up suddenly and pressed Nan Xian's shoulders. He looked at the ruined face with sinister eyes and said in a cold voice, "Who did it?"
"I asked you who did it?!"
Her shoulder was a little painful from being pinched. Nan Xian frowned, looked at the gloomy-looking young man in confusion, reached out and patted his paw: "It's not you who was disfigured, why are you so excited?"
Xiang Yunzheng was startled by his plain words. He stared at Nan Xian's face for a while and coldly snorted: "How ugly!"
Nan Xian rubbed his sore shoulder inexplicably, took out the rare medicine he had stolen early in the morning from the medicine box, and without looking back he said to the jealous young man, "Do you have any caltrop mirrors?"
Xiang Yunzheng glanced at the man busy by the window, his frown never loosened, and he raised his voice: "Shan Ming——!"
Shan Ming, who was waiting outside, trotted in quickly: "What are your orders, Master?"
"Find her a diamond-shaped mirror!" Xiang Yunzheng's head seemed to be covered by a dark cloud, and the words he spat out were cold.
Shan Ming did not dare to neglect, and when he handed the Linghua Mirror to Nan Xian, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the face that was so ruined that it could scare a child crying in the middle of the night, and his heart twitched again.
While Nan Xian was applying the ointment, there was a cold gaze staring at him from behind.
The ointment was not transparent, but green. When he finished applying it and turned around, Xiang Yun Zheng's cold gaze was obviously startled, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.
"It's so ugly!" Another cold emphasis.
Nan Xian looked back with a cold look without any sign of weakness: "I won't marry you, why are you panicking?"
Hearing this, Xiang Yunzheng's expression changed, and he said in a cold voice with a sullen face: "It's too late, you can only be my wife, Xiang Yunzheng, in this life. Do you think that Gu Cheng can save you? Don't have such wishful thinking!"
"It's best that he can develop the antidote for Wanmu, otherwise I will give him the worst way to die! His soul will not be able to reincarnate after death!"
Nan Xian quietly rolled his eyes: Sure enough, the earliest cannon fodder likes to say the most vicious words!
She ignored Xiang Yunzheng, and after taking the medicine, she walked around the house like a leisurely stroll. When she saw the dense bullet holes on the bronze medal, she suddenly stopped.
Yesterday she taught Xiang Yunzheng to use stones or iron blocks as bullets, but the bronze medal was not penetrated.
But now there are many small round holes on this bronze medal...
Xiang Yunzheng saw her staring at his masterpiece without blinking, and his gloomy mood for a long time suddenly disappeared.
He raised his chin slightly and sneered: "Yesterday you gave me so many blunt bullets, are you treating me like a three-year-old child, playing house?
I just slightly sharpened the front ends of those iron blocks and stones, and the power will be two or three times greater than before!"
There was uncontrollable pride in the boy's words and a little bit of joy that wanted to be praised.
After finishing speaking reservedly and arrogantly, he found that the woman did not respond at all.
The face that was clear just now turned gloomy in the blink of an eye: "What? Are you looking stupid?"
Nan Xian's heart skipped a beat. How could she not know that sharpening the front end of the bullet would have greater lethality?
In order not to let Xiang Yunzheng know, she only wanted him to play with the gun as a small toy, so she deliberately taught him to use blunt bullets.
After a long time, Nan Xian slowly turned around and gave a thumbs up: "Young Master, you are awesome!"
Hearing this, the corners of Xiang Yunzheng's lips curled up involuntarily, and he chuckled. After a moment of silence, when Nan Xian didn't look at him, he snorted awkwardly: "The gun you made is not bad, it's quite interesting. I