Rich families believe in give and take. Since I can't bear to leave you, you have to be reluctant to leave me too. This is in accordance with etiquette.
Zhu Yanyin bit the bamboo shoots with a "crunch crunch" sound, and occasionally looked up at Li Sui and asked, "Are you worried about Master Pan?"
"Although Pan Jinhua is useless, he is his lifeblood." Li Sui said, "At first I only asked him to keep an eye on Zhang Can, but who knew he would get himself involved as well."
"Dr. Jiang will definitely find a way to save Pan Jinhua." Zhu Yanyin picked up a piece of fried bamboo shoots for him, "You eat first."
The tastes of Jiangnan and Northwest are very different, so Zhu Zhang specifically asked the cook to make two dishes. One was what Zhu Yanyin liked, stir-fried bamboo shoots, steamed ham, and dried shredded pork with chicken sauce, and the other was what the old housekeeper thought Li Sui would like, braised mutton, spicy stewed beef tendon, and even some extra pork head meat was added to the stir-fried soup, which was very rough and meaty.
Zhu Yanyin followed suit and tasted a piece of beef tendon, but was so spicy that she became speechless. She put down her chopsticks in tears and drank three or four bowls of osmanthus syrup in one breath.
Li Sui found it funny and handed over a piece of glutinous rice snack.
Jiangnan Gaotuan took the Jiangnan Xiao Gaotuan and said, "Do you usually eat this spicy food?"
The big devil looked at him for a while and replied, "I think your half tastes better."
Zhu Yanyin felt relieved: "Then I will ask Uncle Zhang to make Jiangnan style dishes for our meals from now on."
Li Sui said, "Okay."
The conversation was so natural, as if neither of them had ever considered the question of why even the Palace Master had to eat out every meal, since Wanren Palace was not so poor that it could not afford food.
Lan Yan has already told the Wulin League about Pan Jinhua. After Wan Zhuyun led his men to see Zhang Can's horrible corpse, a layer of cold sweat oozed out of his back. If this strange and weird way is really related to Du Yafeng, then the several sects that were sent to hunt down Du Qian and go to Shangru Villa to investigate the truth a few days ago, wouldn't they be in great danger
"Where is Pan Jinhua now?"
"The Palace Master has ordered people to search everywhere." Lan Yan said, "Pan Jinhua is under the charge of Wanren Palace. As for Shangru Villa, the Alliance Master might as well send someone to deliver a letter to the heads of the sects as soon as possible, so that they can make preparations in advance."
Wan Zhuyun nodded: "I will deal with this matter as soon as possible. Then Baitou City and Tianzhu Hall will be handed over to Palace Master Li."
The hour of Hai.
Zhu Xinxin, wrapped in a thick cloak, stood at the door, watching the busy carriages coming and going in the courtyard, and asked in surprise: "Are you going back to Baitou City again?"
"Yes." Zhu Yanyin did not explain further, lest he be startled again because he had never seen the world before. He only said, "You have always disliked the martial arts sects, right? Now is the perfect time. I have separated from them. You can rest here for a few more days. Once you have recovered, return to Jiangnan as soon as possible."
Make all the arrangements for my cousin very clear.
Zhu Xinxin emphasized: "You did not separate from the martial arts sect, you ran away with Wanren Palace."
Zhu Yanyin replied hypocritically, "Alas, it's the same, there's nothing I can do. Who told me to go to see Doctor Jiang?" "Don't even think about buying them off with a large sum of money. Jianghu people are all very dignified and don't care about our huge wealth."
Jiang Shenglin happened to pass by and said: To be honest, I despise it.
But there was nothing that could be done no matter how despicable he was. Li Sui's injuries had not yet healed, Chi Tian was still stirring up trouble in the northeast, the situation in Shangru Villa was unclear, and now a zombie-like Pan Jinhua had appeared. It seemed that the whole martial arts world was in a precarious situation.
Zhu Xinxin watched her dear cousin get into the carriage.
Why does it feel like he doesn't show any sign of being forced or unwilling at all? He seems to be so happy that he is flying.
I am deeply saddened. I am deeply saddened.
Zhu Zhang was counting the days on the road. According to Jiang Shenglin, his son's brain disease would be cured in another two months. If he rode as fast as he could, although he would not be able to return to Liucheng in time to welcome the spring and bring good fortune, he should be able to go to Wangcheng to celebrate New Year's Eve. With so many relatives around, it would be just as lively.
The weather was already very cold. Zhu Yanyin held the heater in both hands and leaned against the car window to listen to the noise outside. Most of the disciples of Wanren Palace stayed in the city and went with Lan Yan to find Pan Jinhua. Li Sui only brought more than ten shadow guards this time. They moved very quietly and rarely talked. They were really like shadows in the dark.
As he listened, he felt sleepy unknowingly. Seeing this, Zhu Xiaosui carefully made the bed for him. Just as he was about to help him over to rest, a tearing shout suddenly came from outside, which sounded particularly mournful in the silent night sky.
Zhu Yanyin sat up instantly: "What happened?"
"It seems like someone is calling Palace Master Li." Zhu Zhong said from outside, "He has gone over to take a look."
Zhu Yanyin bent down and got out of the carriage. The night wind made his hair messy. Torches were burning on both sides of the official road. He could not see clearly what was ahead. However, he heard another cry. The content was vague, but just from the two words "nephew" in the front, he could guess 90% of it.
"My dear nephew!" Pan Shihou looked extremely embarrassed, with a scruffy beard all over his face. The convoy behind him looked like it had been dug out of a mud pile. They were not only dusty, but also exhausted. He cried, "You must save Jinhua!"
It seems there is no need to go to Whitehead City anymore.
Zhu Zhang had become accustomed to the frequent changes in the people of the martial arts world, and he directed the convoy in an orderly manner. After all, they had to hurry on the road, and as long as they could be firmly tied to the miracle doctor, it didn't matter where they went.
Li Sui supported Pan Shihou and looked back.
Zhu Yanyin sat next to Uncle Zhong and waved at him, indicating that everything was fine on his end and that he didn't need to be distracted.
…
The people of Wulin League had not rested yet, and were still discussing the matter of Shangru Villa with Wan Zhuyun. When they heard that Pan Shihou had come by himself, they were shocked and hurried to find out what was going on, but were blocked outside by the disciples of Wanren Palace.
The candles in the house were lit very brightly.
Zhu Yanyin sat next to Li Sui. Although he really had nothing to do with this matter, since he had already followed in, he might as well listen. Anyway, he was not sleepy.
Pan Shihou said: "It's all my fault. I harmed Jinhua. If I hadn't wanted him to succeed, things wouldn't have turned out like this."
Li Sui leaned back in his chair, listening to the story nonchalantly, with no emotion in his eyes.
Zhu Yanyin didn't understand this man. He was obviously concerned about his elders, so why didn't he say a word of comfort at this time? Seeing that Pan Shihou had cried like a Baotu Spring, and that he was really pitiful at such an old age, he said, "Master Pan, Miss Lan has taken people to find your son. He is a lucky man, and he will be fine."
Li Sui: “…”
Pan Shihou became even more distressed: "It was me who released Zhang Shen."
Li Sui frowned slightly, and Zhu Yanyin was also puzzled, you let him out
Pan Shihou spoke intermittently for a long time before he roughly explained the cause and effect. It turned out that he wanted Pan Jinhua to make a name for himself in the martial arts world, and he also wanted to know what the result would be when Zhang Can was soaked in the poisonous soup, so he never took action, but just observed secretly, watching Zhang Can become more and more weird day by day, gradually turning from an ordinary old man who was about to die into a monster with light steps and strange figure.
"And even when he was about to come out of confinement, I still didn't do anything. I just asked Jinhua to keep an eye on him."
Zhu Yanyin asked: "Are you staring at him to find out who is behind him?"
"Yes." Pan Shihou said, "I underestimated Zhang Shen's skills. I always thought that relying on Jinhua and I, we could easily subdue him. So we dragged it on until the end, until he suddenly became crazy after achieving his goal. Jinhua realized that something was wrong and wanted to take action, but he bit his neck and dragged him out of the city."
Jiang Shenglin: "Bite the neck?"
It is often recorded in ancient books that old zombies crawled out of graves on full-moon nights and recruited people by biting everywhere. But that is just folk legend. I have been practicing medicine for many years and have never seen a real case. Could it be that Pan Jinhua turned into the same ghost appearance because he was bitten by Zhang Shen
Zhu Yanyin also realized this and asked worriedly, "Will Young Master Pan also... bite others?"
Pan Shihou's face turned pale and he shook his head repeatedly: "No, it shouldn't be. I followed Jinhua all the way here, and I saw him getting more and more manic and out of control, but I never saw him bite anyone."
"Based on his condition that day, he should still be conscious now." Jiang Shenglin said, "This disease is gradually getting worse. As long as we can find Master Pan before he completely loses his mind, he can still be saved."
When Pan Shihou heard this, he wanted to beg again, but Li Sui stopped him coldly: "I will take care of it, you go and rest first."
"Yes, yes, I brought dozens of people with me this time, so we can go look for her together." Pan Shihou said, and then hurriedly added, "We will never disturb Miss Lan Yan's actions."
It is rare for someone to be so cautious when looking for his own biological son and to have such a big nephew.
After Pan Shihou left, Zhu Yanyin held the teacup and drank slowly, taking small sips.
Li Sui asked: "Do you have anything to say?"
Zhu Yanyin: “No, no.
Li Sui looked at him.
Zhu Yanyin compromised: "A little bit."
Li Sui motioned for him to continue.
Zhu Yanyin said, "It's nothing, actually. It's just that Hall Master Pan is already miserable enough, and you clearly care about him. Next time, don't be sarcastic when you speak, be more patient, and coax your elders."
Li Sui disagreed: "Do you think what he said today is 100% true?"
Zhu Yanyin: "…Isn't it? It's already this time."
"Of course not. He knows me and I know him. His words are half true and half false, but it does not affect the people of Wanren Palace to rescue his son." Li Sui said, "As for the elder, I have never considered him as a close relative. It's just because my father was a good friend of him when he was alive. So over the years, I have become accustomed to calling him 'nephew'."
It was the first time that Zhu Yanyin heard him mention his parents, and he was not quite used to it for a while. He didn't know why, maybe because Li Sui's aura was too unruly, so he always assumed that the big devil didn't need parents or relatives, and could just jump out of a crack in a stone and rise to prominence, and at most he could learn some martial arts from his master.
Li Sui was dissatisfied: "What's that expression on your face?"
Zhu Yanyin replied, I won’t tell you. If I tell you, you will offend me again. I am tired and want to go back to sleep.
The big devil said fiercely: "No sleep!"
Just because you say I can’t sleep, I won’t sleep either. You are not my mattress. Mr. Zhu took a step back and tried to run away bravely, but failed.
Li Sui grabbed him by the back of his collar and said, "Come here, I'll tell you about my parents."
Zhu Yanyin: That’s fine.
In order to highlight the courtesy and reciprocity of a wealthy family, he added, "If you want to know about my parents, I can tell you."
Li Sui said: "Then you speak first."
Zhu Yanyin: “…”
Zhu Yanyin racked his brains and searched for an answer: "Whenever my father drinks, my mother scolds him so much that he dares not go out."
Li paused for a moment, then coldly hung the wine bag back on his waist.