In the backyard of Liuyuan.
As soon as Wen Qingzhu followed Xiaoping to the door of Wen Qinglian's room, Aunt Ding appeared.
"I've met Miss Seven." Aunt Ding said hello.
"No courtesy." Wen Qingzhu walked closer to the room. The pungent smell of medicine was mixed with a faint smell of blood.
Lifting the curtain and going inside, Mrs. He was changing Wen Qinglian's dressing.
"Miss Seventh." Aunt Bao wiped her tears and saluted Wen Qingzhu.
Wen Qingzhu nodded, then walked forward and glanced at Wen Qinglian.
Wen Qinglian was lying on the bed, her face turned black, her eyes were closed tightly, and her thin lips were pursed tightly, looking extremely painful.
"Second aunt, who prescribed this medicine?" Wen Qingzhu lowered his eyes and found that the medicine in He's hand was actually for external application.
What concerned her most was that the taste of this prescription was somewhat familiar.
"It's Dr. Song, but he said that this medicine was prescribed from Baoding Hall and is very effective against this kind of poison." When He spoke, his voice was trembling.
Wen Qingzhu felt strange that Dr. Song actually had contact with Baoding Hall.
After He finished changing the medicine, Wen Qingzhu sat down and checked Wen Qinglian's pulse.
After a while, Wen Qingzhu stood up: "Second aunt, third sister's condition is very bad, but there is no other way at the moment. Let's use Baodingtang's medicine for now."
Hearing this, Ms. He finally despaired, but she was still very grateful: "Thank you, Miss Qi. The smell here is strong. Miss Qi, please go outside. Xiaoba will be here later."
Wen Qing walked out and saw Aunt Ding getting up.
"Miss Seven, how is the mistress?"
"No way." Wen Qingzhu couldn't see through Aunt Ding's disguise and said casually.
When she sat down, Aunt Ding followed her, as if she had something to say.
After a cup of tea, Wen Qinghe came over, the tears on her face had not yet dried.
"Seventh sister." When Wen Qinghe spoke, his voice was still twitchy.
Wen Qingzhu felt helpless. The Wen family was already in a terrible situation.
Coupled with the fact that there is a great aunt who lives in a wealthy family, it seems that the second bedroom is also very unlucky.
"Sit down and tell me about Xiaoman's situation." Wen Qingzhu waved to Wen Qinghe to sit down.
The two started chatting in front of Aunt Ding.
About two-quarters of an hour later, Grandma Guo's voice came from outside.
"Auntie, the young master wants to see you." Aunt Guo originally wanted to come in, but when she saw Wen Qingzhu was there, she finally stopped.
Aunt Ding could only get up to say goodbye and follow Aunt Guo to leave.
When Wen Qingzhu saw them walking away, he quietly said to Wen Qinghe, "Eighth sister, take me to meet Xiaoman."
A quarter of an hour later, Wen Qingzhu saw Xiaoman unconscious in the wing room.
After checking Xiaoman's condition, Wen Qingzhu asked Lu Tao to bring him a half-finished Qianjin Pill.
Wen Qinghe felt very sorry for Xiaoman. He poured a bowl of water himself and held the unconscious Xiaoman.
He took the semi-finished Qianjin Pill from Lu Tao's hand, fed it into Xiaoman's mouth, and then slowly poured water in.
After seeing Xiaoman swallow it with his own eyes, Wen Qinghe carefully laid Xiaoman down.
After getting up, Wen Qinghe rambled on about things related to Xiaonan.
"Xiao Man is already very powerful. There are many martial arts servants in the mansion who are not as good as her, but she was still assassinated. I think Sister A may not wake up..."
Wen Qingzhu looked at Wen Qinghe with pity. In fact, she had a way to save Wen Qinglian.
But now she can't take action. Once she does, she will be trapped.
After waiting for about half an hour, Xiaoman finally slowly opened his eyes.
She was in good physical condition and sat up immediately as soon as she woke up.
Xiaoman saw Wen Qingzhu first and asked quickly: "Miss Seventh, is Miss Three okay?"
"It's okay, it's okay. Just lie down first." Wen Qinghe stepped forward quickly and told her not to worry.
Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief and sat back on the bed.
She was silent for a while, then suddenly turned to Wen Qingzhu and said, "Miss Seventh, the person who wants to assassinate Miss Third, I met her at Miss Third's wedding!"
"Who is it?" Wen Qingzhu was waiting for this news.
Xiao Man said incomprehensibly: "I don't know who the slave is, but that maid must have been with the lady who was a guest of the Wen family. I saw her going to the Fushou Hall with my own eyes at that time."
Wen Qingzhu was still about to speak when he suddenly heard Xiaoping's voice outside.
"Mother Guo, why are you here?"
Wen Qingzhu immediately ordered Xiaoman: "Lie down and close your eyes. Pretend you haven't woken up yet!"
"Yes!" Xiaoman immediately lay down and returned to his previous coma.
Outside, Xiaoping pulled Nanny Guo and talked for a long time before she came in.
Wen Qingzhu turned around and looked at the visitor with a smile: "Mother Guo, isn't Thirteen busy? Why do you always have time to come here?"
Aunt Guo hurriedly lowered her head and explained carefully: "I'm here to invite Miss Seven to come over. The young master can see you if he wants."
"Shuiqi wants to see me?" Wen Qingzhu was slightly surprised.
It's not Aunt Ding, it's Wen Mingqi.
Ever since Aunt Ding found out that Wen Zhong had no hope, she put all her hopes on Wen Mingqi.
But now, Aunt Ding actually agreed to let herself see Wen Mingqi.
In this case, of course Wen Qingzhu should go.
"Then please ask Aunt Guo to lead the way."
Unexpectedly, Grandma Guo pointed to a maid outside: "Miss Qi, please go with her. This old slave has something to do here."
"What can't be said in person?" Wen Qingzhu didn't want to let Nanny Guo stay. It would be bad if she found out that Xiaoman was awake.
Aunt Guo raised her head with a look of embarrassment on her face: "Miss Qi, it was my aunt who asked me to take care of Xiao Man. How about you..."
"Mother Guo!" The smile on Wen Qingzhu's face faded, and he said with burning eyes, "I'm not familiar with Liuyuan here yet, can't I just let you lead the way?"
"I don't dare, Miss Qi, please don't hurt me!" Aunt Guo knelt down immediately, but she still remembered what happened to Xi'er before.
Since Xi'er's accident, although there have been no more deaths in Yanyuan, there are quite a few people who have been seriously injured and sold.
After a moment of silence, Grandma Guo personally led Wen Qingzhu and Wen Qinghe to see Wen Mingqi.
Arriving in front of a remote courtyard, Grandma Guo stopped.
"Miss Seventh and Miss Eight, please go in, the young master is inside."
Wen Qingzhu glanced at the silent courtyard and said with a smile, "How about Grandma Guo go and call Shuiqi out?"
"This..." Grandma Guo hesitated.
Dissatisfaction began to appear on Wen Qingzhu's face: "What? You don't want to? Then we'll see you next time."
After that, she turned to leave.
Grandma Guo finally made a decision and called to Wen Qingzhu: "Miss Qi, wait a moment, I will go in now."
After watching Aunt Guo go in, Wen Qinghe felt very uneasy: "Why did my aunt put Shuanqi in this place?! Here—"
The words were ordinary, Wen Qinghe stopped subconsciously.
Wen Qingzhu was a little curious: "What was the original purpose of this place?"
"It turns out that this place... is used to house women that my father doesn't want..." As Wen Qinghe said this, his voice became smaller and smaller.
Wen Qingzhu concentrated for a moment, then looked up into the small courtyard and found that after Grandma Guo entered, there was no movement!
"No! Xiaoman!"
Wen Qingzhu came to his senses and pulled Wen Qinghe hurriedly to the side room.
As soon as I arrived at the door of the courtyard of the wing, I saw someone being thrown out of the house.
This man rolled on the ground several times, the hairpin on his head fell off, and his coat was uneven.
Surprisingly, the man's hair also fell out.
Wen Qingzhu took a closer look and saw that the man wearing Ya's clothes was actually a petite man!
Wen Qinghe was frightened and shouted quickly: "Here comes someone! There's a thief! There's a thief!"
The sound was so sharp that it instantly shocked the main courtyard next door.
After a while, several maids and servants came next door.
"Catch him! Catch him!" Wen Qinghe immediately directed the servants to step forward.
The little thief who woke up turned around and ran away.
But at this time, Xiaoman dragged another little thief out.
Without hesitation, she took out something from her waist and threw it at the escaping thief.
It hit the little thief right on the knee. The little thief lost his footing and rolled to the ground.
When the servants saw this, they rushed forward and suppressed the little thief tightly!
Xiaoman dragged over another little thief dressed as a maid.
She threw the fainted figure directly in front of Wen Qingzhu and Wen Qinghe.
"Miss, Miss Seven, it's a good thing that this slave is awake, otherwise this slave would really be dead!" Xiao Man patted his chest with lingering fear.
Wen Qingzhu knelt down and turned the fainted thief over.
I found that he was a petite man with unusually fair and delicate skin.
After looking up and down, Wen Qingzhu didn't find anything unusual.
But when she stood up, she discovered that the little man in front of her had no Adam's apple.
Wen Qingzhu squatted down again and pinched the little thief's chin.
Just as he was about to lift his chin, the man in front of him suddenly opened his eyes.
With a pair of eagle eyes flashing fiercely, he grabbed it with his backhand. At the same time, the carp stood up and grabbed Wen Qingzhu's neck.
"You guys stand back!" The little thief was covered in wounds and grabbed Wen Qingzhu as he stepped back step by step.
Wen Qinghe turned pale with fright and said hurriedly: "If you have something to say, please tell me!"
Wen Qingzhu frowned, raised his hand, and was warned by the person behind him: "You'd better be more honest! Otherwise, your little life-"
"Stop!" Wen Qinghe tried his best to calm down and pulled Xiaoman to prevent her from moving.
Wen Qingzhu put down his hands, but his sleeves also shook.
Lu Tao was a little nervous at first, but after seeing Wen Qingzhu's actions, he calmed down.
"You go prepare a carriage! Put it behind the small courtyard over there!" The thief who held Wen Qingzhu pointed at the remote courtyard where Wen Qingzhu went just now.
Wen Qingzhu was thoughtful. It seemed that there was something wrong with that yard.
Wen Qinghe immediately ordered Xiaoping: "Quick! Do what he says!"
"No need." Although Wen Qingzhu's neck was pinched a little uncomfortable, he could still speak.
"Shut up!" The little thief who detained Wen Qingzhu became anxious because he found that his body was getting stiffer and stiffer.
What was even more terrifying was that he found that the more he exercised, the faster his body stiffened.
Feeling that the hand on his neck had become stiff, Wen Qingzhu said kindly: "You'd better not try to do exercises repeatedly, otherwise you will be unable to move faster."
"You... you poisoned..." The little thief behind him already felt his throat, and seemed to be almost unable to make a sound.
By this time, Wen Qinghe also realized something was wrong.
Lu Tao pulled Xiaoping back and looked at the little thief sympathetically.
Last time in such a dangerous village, my lady quietly let the enemy get tricked.
Not to mention this little thief who has no ability.
After a while, Wen Qingzhu slowly raised his hand and removed the hand from her throat.
Wen Qingzhu turned around and looked at him with a smile: "I know who your master is, so I don't need you."
After saying this, Wen Qingzhu waved his big sleeves.
The little thief, whose body was completely stiff, only felt a breeze, and then a sharp pain started from his nose and spread to his lungs.
Within five or six breaths, the little thief started to bleed from all his orifices, and his body fell down as hard as a piece of old, rotten wood.
Lu Tao and others hurriedly caught up: "Miss, are you okay?"