She wants to save people.
Those who got sick, hundreds of thousands, maybe even millions.
As long as there is medicine, they can be saved.
But the problem is, there is no medicine.
Who would have thought that this special medicine was actually a big lie told by Patriarch Xi in order to gain benefits.
With such a mood, Zhao Yuanle ran all the way back to Beidu.
Ming Hongyan was waiting early.
He knew that Zhao Yuanle didn't get those medicines.
When Zhao Yuanle said that the family was lying, he was as calm as he was, and couldn't help scolding his mother.
Inside the warm yellow room, Ming Hongyan was speechless
"Just outrageous."
Now he can't wait to kill the Patriarch of the Xi family with one blow.
Zhao Yuanle looked around and asked, "Where's Chen Moying?"
Ming Hongyan was silent for a moment, and said: "He is sick."
Zhao Yuanle slapped the table excitedly and stood up: "What!"
Ming Hong said: "He went to the home of a so-called fellow friend, and fell ill within a few days."
Zhao Yuanle: "Aren't all the sick people over there?"
Ming Hongyan's voice was a bit cold.
"Fish that slipped through the net."
He had told Chen Moying to pay attention to this before, but as long as Chen Moying would go out to meet people, he couldn't prevent someone from poisoning them with their lives.
Zhao Yuanle came to his senses in an instant, looked at Ming Hong and said, "You..."
She felt that the purpose of these people should be to speak clearly.
Ming Hong said: "I've been very busy these few days, so I haven't seen him."
Fortunately, Chen Moying's incubation period was very short, and he was discovered before infecting him.
Zhao Yuanle gritted his teeth: "Why are these people so ruthless? If this is not done well, wouldn't they themselves have to die?"
Ming Hongyan rubbed his temples and sighed.
"They think they have something to rely on."
After all, he felt that he had a special medicine, but he didn't, so he was confident that he could take him down in one fell swoop after he was infected.
Zhao Yuanle was silent for a moment.
After a long while, she said, "They probably never dreamed that this stuff is fake."
Ming Hong said: "If people were infected in the previous wave, they should be in the incubation period now, and they will get sick in about three days."
Zhao Yuanle: "Then your plan?"
Ming Hongyan was silent for a while, then sighed.
"Business as usual."
Zhao Yuanle: "But when the time comes, there will definitely be a bunch of people. Who knows if any of them are infected, and whether someone will intentionally spread the infection. If you also get sick, what should you do?"
Ming Hong said: "Now that the news is out, no one will believe it, and even if someone believes it, it will be too late.
If the infection has already spread, even if I postpone the time for a few days, I still can't avoid it. So, I just follow the original plan. If I really want to catch the disease, then everyone will be together.
When the time comes, it will be resigned to fate.
I also want to know how these people who have always been pampered and pretentious will react when they experience the experience of ordinary people. "
Zhao Yuanle opened his mouth and wanted to say something.
Ming Hong said again: "Don't worry, the important people have been protected."
Zhao Yuanle remained silent.
Ming Hongyan has deep eyes, staring at the dancing candlelight.
"The one who should come will come, everything has been arranged, and the day after tomorrow is the day to enter the palace."
Zhao Yuanle: "Do I need to go together?"
Ming Hong said: "If you don't want to go, you don't have to go."
Zhao Yuanle: "I'm going."
She wants to see what the palace looks like, what the emperor looks like, and how these so-called nobles behave.
Ming Hong said: "Rest early today, I will send someone to help you prepare tomorrow."
Zhao Yuanle: "I want to see Chen Moying tomorrow."
Ming Hong said, "It's dangerous."
Zhao Yuanle's attitude was firm.
"I'm going."
Sighing, Ming Hong said: "I can't stop you anyway, go if you want."
Zhao Yuanle nodded and watched Ming Hongyan leave.
Stay here in a tidy and clean room.
Zhao Yuanle drove the maid out as usual, closed the door alone, and then lay down on the bed.
She looked at the elegant patterns on the top of the bed, and slowly closed her eyes.
That night, she still failed to dream of the Pig God.
After waking up in the morning, Zhao Yuanle found someone and took her to see Chen Moying.
Chen Moying was placed alone in a courtyard with a good environment, and there were always people taking care of her at the door.
After Zhao Yuanle went in, wearing a protective veil, he saw Chen Moying lying on the bed at a distance of two meters.
He was already dizzy with fever, his forehead was covered with sweat, but he suddenly shivered with cold.
Just when Zhao Yuanle was about to get closer and take a closer look, his face suddenly turned red, his breathing was rapid, and his heartbeat was beating fast.
Zhao Yuanle listened carefully to these voices, and hurriedly turned around and asked the waiter next to him to find the doctor.
Then, she rushed over and took out the painkiller and sedative medicine from the medicine placed by the bed for him to use.
After a while, Chen Moying's breathing recovered slightly, and her face turned pale again.
His eyes opened slightly, he was completely burned out, his eyes were out of focus, and he could only see that he was suffering.
After the doctor came over, he took out his own set of silver needles, ready to inject them to relieve Chen Moying's symptoms.
Zhao Yuanle retreated from the bed.
She stood at the door, looked back at the painful Chen Moying, and walked out of the courtyard.
The images of the sick people she saw before began to float in her mind again.
The miserable state of those people, the look of despair in their eyes, made people ten times more uncomfortable than Chen Moying's current appearance.
Zhao Yuanle felt that there was a high probability that Chen Moying would be able to resist, even without the so-called special medicine.
After all, he now has this private doctor, as well as all kinds of rare and precious medicinal materials that are hard to find.
But even so, this time he got sick, it was enough for him to drink a pot, and it is very likely that his lungs will be injured, leaving a lifetime of sequelae, and he will no longer be able to do physical work in the future.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't do physical work, he can stop doing manual work for the rest of his life.
What about the others...
What's the difference between getting lungs and being unable to do physical work anymore, and being sentenced to death.
Zhao Yuanle frowned, and his mood was unusually heavy.
no cure...
If only she could have a cure.
And now the only one who can give her special medicine is no one else except Pig God.
But this pig god, he just refused to see her, so he was really pissed off.
After returning from here, Zhao Yuanle sprayed some high-grade white wine all over his body, and after hanging out alone for a while, he entered the previous yard.
In the afternoon, someone came with clothes and things to bring into the palace.
What came along with it was the news that Chen Moying was critically ill.
Surprised, Zhao Yuanle quickly ran to the place where Chen Moying was staying.
She saw the doctor who gave Chen Moying the needle knelt on the ground and trembled, while Chen Moying was lying on the bed, it was obviously more difficult to breathe, and there were traces of blood on the corner of his mouth.
Zhao Yuanle looked at Ming Hongyan beside him.
Wearing a mask similar to a protective mask, only a pair of eyes are exposed, and difficult emotions are leaked out.
He lowered his voice and questioned the doctor in front of him.
"Are you sure there's nothing you can do?"
The doctor was sullen, his voice trembling.
"My lord, I really can't do anything about it. This, this young master, even if the previous congenital deficiency is cured, but the congenital weakness, the body is not as good as ordinary people, and it is easy to be attacked by evil spirits.
I have already used what I have learned all my life, but his deterioration is too fast and too serious, I am afraid it is..."
Ming Hongyan frowned, trying to calm himself down.
"Who else can heal."
Doctor: "If there are any more people...then only old immortal doctor Xu can do it."
Ming Hongyan's face turned even darker.
Zhao Yuanle: "Then hurry up and find this old fairy doctor."
The doctor took a weak look at Ming Heyan, and said in a low voice: "Old Immortal Doctor Xu, in order to deal with this plague some time ago, he was unfortunately also infected, and he is still lying on the bed. Although he survived, but for the time being Can no longer heal others."
Ming Hong raised his hand suddenly: "You go down first."
The doctor went down trembling.
Inside the house, Zhao Yuanle suggested: "Why don't you try the special medicine, although it is said to be fake, but maybe..."
Ming Hong said: "Ruyun used it before, but it didn't have much effect. These days, she was nourished by medicinal materials. She was in good health since she was a child, and she managed to get over it. Now she is still very weak."
As he spoke, his eyes fell on Chen Moying, who was unconscious.
"Also, Brother Chen has already used this medicine."
Zhao Yuanle: "He..."
Will it die?
She didn't ask that.
Ming Hongyan told someone to come over with life-sustaining pills, and Chen Moying took them.
His voice was low and without any fluctuations.
"I've sent someone to send a message that his family members are on their way."
Zhao Yuanle heard this, as if he wanted to explain the funeral.
After taking the pill, Chen Moying soon regained some consciousness. He opened his eyes, and seemed to be awake.
Without the strength to speak, he closed his eyes again, his breathing still weak.
Seeing this scene, Ming Huang said that his heart was pressed against a stone.
According to his experience, Chen Moying's reaction could only show that Chen Moying's situation was worse than he thought.
Without too much sadness, Ming Yan turned around and left, he was going to continue to prepare for his affairs.
Zhao Yuanle also remained silent.
When they arrived at the courtyard where they lived, Zhao Yuanle drove all the maids out before it was dark.
Standing alone in this room, Zhao Yuanle's eyes changed, showing that he had made up his mind.
Originally, she wanted to try this method after Ming Hongyan's big event tomorrow was over.
But now, the situation is not waiting for anyone, and she can only give it a go.
Since the Pig God has been ignoring her, based on her initial experience, this is the only way to force the Pig God to deal with her now.
Taking out the hemp rope, Zhao Yuanle threw the hemp rope onto the beam and stuffed his head into it without any hesitation.
If she wants to force her to die, she doesn't believe that the pig god will not come.
The hemp rope strangled Zhao Yuanle's neck, and she was hung on the beam.
Time passed by every minute and every second, and soon, all the sticks of incense had been burned.
Zhao Yuanle hung on the beam, reached out to touch the hemp rope, and sighed.
"Forget, my skin is too thick."
Her weight is simply not enough in the face of the supporting force of the skin and flesh on her neck.
After hanging for so long, not only did she not feel suffocated, but she even wanted to swing her legs to swing.
In desperation, she reached out and tore off the hemp rope, falling to the ground.
After thinking for a while, Zhao Yuanle took out another pistol and shot himself in the head.
After hearing only one noise, she groaned.
There was a piece of burnt on her temple, which was very painful for her.
The bullet that hit her skull was deflated and fell at her feet.
Zhao Yuanle: "..."
Touching his burned and painful skin, Zhao Yuanle looked left and right, and then took out a knife.
Putting the knife on his neck, Zhao Yuan was happy and used all his strength.
It was as if a piece of thousand-year-old pigskin had been cut, and there was no trace left on Zhao Yuanle's neck.
Zhao Yuanle felt that if she wanted to threaten Zhu Shen with her life, she should use more force.
But when she really tried again, the stabbing pain in her neck made her stop, and when she looked again, the knife in her hand was curled.
Zhao Yuanle: "..."
Why does she want to risk her life to win each other? It's also a technical job.
After thinking about it, Zhao Yuanle found that there seemed to be two ways.
One is to use fire.
Because no matter how thick her skin is, it cannot withstand the intense heat.
But setting it on fire, one is too painful, and the other, in case someone else’s house is burned down, what should I do if I accidentally injure it?
Then there is only the last one left, which is water.
Zhao Yuanle thought for a while, opened the door, and began to look for the water source here.
First of all, the lake water is not good. At this time, the lake water is too shallow and it is frozen.
Then there is only well water.
Zhao Yuanle then asked the only maid nearby, where is the well.
The maid trembled and pointed in a direction, and Zhao Yuanle ran after saying thank you.
On the way, she was a little puzzled.
She just asked the way, why is this maid trembling.
But now that time was running out, she didn't bother to go back and ask, and just ran towards the well.
Finally, she found the well.
Without any hesitation, Zhao Yuanle jumped into the well.
At this time, Ming Hongyan rushed to the small courtyard where Zhao Yuanle was staying before, and only saw the knife that had been curled and the deflated bullet case.
The maidservant who reported the letter was so frightened that she collapsed on the ground.
It's over, it's over, she's over, the girl ran away under her care, she's over.
Emotionally broken, the servant girl began to cry.
"Atonement, my lord, my servant was anxious when she saw the shadow of Miss Zhao hanging herself from the window, and then she heard the bang, so she asked someone to take care of Miss Zhao, and hurried over to report to you!
yes…"
The servant girl looked at the shivering little servant girl on the other side: "Didn't I tell you to take care of the girl? I'll come back as soon as I go. How did you take care of her? Where did you go? Why didn't you stop me!"
The little maid was also very scared, trembling and almost crying.
"I, I, I dare not stop."
What a joke, she saw the shadow on the window, the girl tore off such a thick hemp rope with her bare hands, and even shot her in the head.
Ming Hong asked, "Where did the person go?"
The little maid trembled: "She asked me where the well is."
Ming Hongyan's face darkened, and he turned and ran towards the nearest well.
He really didn't understand Zhao Yuanle's move.
It's impossible... is it because Brother Chen's life is not long, and she will die for love?
Doesn't she dislike Brother Chen?
Many doubts flashed through his mind, and Ming Hongyan rushed to the well.
Those who got sick, hundreds of thousands, maybe even millions.
As long as there is medicine, they can be saved.
But the problem is, there is no medicine.
Who would have thought that this special medicine was actually a big lie told by Patriarch Xi in order to gain benefits.
With such a mood, Zhao Yuanle ran all the way back to Beidu.
Ming Hongyan was waiting early.
He knew that Zhao Yuanle didn't get those medicines.
When Zhao Yuanle said that the family was lying, he was as calm as he was, and couldn't help scolding his mother.
Inside the warm yellow room, Ming Hongyan was speechless
"Just outrageous."
Now he can't wait to kill the Patriarch of the Xi family with one blow.
Zhao Yuanle looked around and asked, "Where's Chen Moying?"
Ming Hongyan was silent for a moment, and said: "He is sick."
Zhao Yuanle slapped the table excitedly and stood up: "What!"
Ming Hong said: "He went to the home of a so-called fellow friend, and fell ill within a few days."
Zhao Yuanle: "Aren't all the sick people over there?"
Ming Hongyan's voice was a bit cold.
"Fish that slipped through the net."
He had told Chen Moying to pay attention to this before, but as long as Chen Moying would go out to meet people, he couldn't prevent someone from poisoning them with their lives.
Zhao Yuanle came to his senses in an instant, looked at Ming Hong and said, "You..."
She felt that the purpose of these people should be to speak clearly.
Ming Hong said: "I've been very busy these few days, so I haven't seen him."
Fortunately, Chen Moying's incubation period was very short, and he was discovered before infecting him.
Zhao Yuanle gritted his teeth: "Why are these people so ruthless? If this is not done well, wouldn't they themselves have to die?"
Ming Hongyan rubbed his temples and sighed.
"They think they have something to rely on."
After all, he felt that he had a special medicine, but he didn't, so he was confident that he could take him down in one fell swoop after he was infected.
Zhao Yuanle was silent for a moment.
After a long while, she said, "They probably never dreamed that this stuff is fake."
Ming Hong said: "If people were infected in the previous wave, they should be in the incubation period now, and they will get sick in about three days."
Zhao Yuanle: "Then your plan?"
Ming Hongyan was silent for a while, then sighed.
"Business as usual."
Zhao Yuanle: "But when the time comes, there will definitely be a bunch of people. Who knows if any of them are infected, and whether someone will intentionally spread the infection. If you also get sick, what should you do?"
Ming Hong said: "Now that the news is out, no one will believe it, and even if someone believes it, it will be too late.
If the infection has already spread, even if I postpone the time for a few days, I still can't avoid it. So, I just follow the original plan. If I really want to catch the disease, then everyone will be together.
When the time comes, it will be resigned to fate.
I also want to know how these people who have always been pampered and pretentious will react when they experience the experience of ordinary people. "
Zhao Yuanle opened his mouth and wanted to say something.
Ming Hong said again: "Don't worry, the important people have been protected."
Zhao Yuanle remained silent.
Ming Hongyan has deep eyes, staring at the dancing candlelight.
"The one who should come will come, everything has been arranged, and the day after tomorrow is the day to enter the palace."
Zhao Yuanle: "Do I need to go together?"
Ming Hong said: "If you don't want to go, you don't have to go."
Zhao Yuanle: "I'm going."
She wants to see what the palace looks like, what the emperor looks like, and how these so-called nobles behave.
Ming Hong said: "Rest early today, I will send someone to help you prepare tomorrow."
Zhao Yuanle: "I want to see Chen Moying tomorrow."
Ming Hong said, "It's dangerous."
Zhao Yuanle's attitude was firm.
"I'm going."
Sighing, Ming Hong said: "I can't stop you anyway, go if you want."
Zhao Yuanle nodded and watched Ming Hongyan leave.
Stay here in a tidy and clean room.
Zhao Yuanle drove the maid out as usual, closed the door alone, and then lay down on the bed.
She looked at the elegant patterns on the top of the bed, and slowly closed her eyes.
That night, she still failed to dream of the Pig God.
After waking up in the morning, Zhao Yuanle found someone and took her to see Chen Moying.
Chen Moying was placed alone in a courtyard with a good environment, and there were always people taking care of her at the door.
After Zhao Yuanle went in, wearing a protective veil, he saw Chen Moying lying on the bed at a distance of two meters.
He was already dizzy with fever, his forehead was covered with sweat, but he suddenly shivered with cold.
Just when Zhao Yuanle was about to get closer and take a closer look, his face suddenly turned red, his breathing was rapid, and his heartbeat was beating fast.
Zhao Yuanle listened carefully to these voices, and hurriedly turned around and asked the waiter next to him to find the doctor.
Then, she rushed over and took out the painkiller and sedative medicine from the medicine placed by the bed for him to use.
After a while, Chen Moying's breathing recovered slightly, and her face turned pale again.
His eyes opened slightly, he was completely burned out, his eyes were out of focus, and he could only see that he was suffering.
After the doctor came over, he took out his own set of silver needles, ready to inject them to relieve Chen Moying's symptoms.
Zhao Yuanle retreated from the bed.
She stood at the door, looked back at the painful Chen Moying, and walked out of the courtyard.
The images of the sick people she saw before began to float in her mind again.
The miserable state of those people, the look of despair in their eyes, made people ten times more uncomfortable than Chen Moying's current appearance.
Zhao Yuanle felt that there was a high probability that Chen Moying would be able to resist, even without the so-called special medicine.
After all, he now has this private doctor, as well as all kinds of rare and precious medicinal materials that are hard to find.
But even so, this time he got sick, it was enough for him to drink a pot, and it is very likely that his lungs will be injured, leaving a lifetime of sequelae, and he will no longer be able to do physical work in the future.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't do physical work, he can stop doing manual work for the rest of his life.
What about the others...
What's the difference between getting lungs and being unable to do physical work anymore, and being sentenced to death.
Zhao Yuanle frowned, and his mood was unusually heavy.
no cure...
If only she could have a cure.
And now the only one who can give her special medicine is no one else except Pig God.
But this pig god, he just refused to see her, so he was really pissed off.
After returning from here, Zhao Yuanle sprayed some high-grade white wine all over his body, and after hanging out alone for a while, he entered the previous yard.
In the afternoon, someone came with clothes and things to bring into the palace.
What came along with it was the news that Chen Moying was critically ill.
Surprised, Zhao Yuanle quickly ran to the place where Chen Moying was staying.
She saw the doctor who gave Chen Moying the needle knelt on the ground and trembled, while Chen Moying was lying on the bed, it was obviously more difficult to breathe, and there were traces of blood on the corner of his mouth.
Zhao Yuanle looked at Ming Hongyan beside him.
Wearing a mask similar to a protective mask, only a pair of eyes are exposed, and difficult emotions are leaked out.
He lowered his voice and questioned the doctor in front of him.
"Are you sure there's nothing you can do?"
The doctor was sullen, his voice trembling.
"My lord, I really can't do anything about it. This, this young master, even if the previous congenital deficiency is cured, but the congenital weakness, the body is not as good as ordinary people, and it is easy to be attacked by evil spirits.
I have already used what I have learned all my life, but his deterioration is too fast and too serious, I am afraid it is..."
Ming Hongyan frowned, trying to calm himself down.
"Who else can heal."
Doctor: "If there are any more people...then only old immortal doctor Xu can do it."
Ming Hongyan's face turned even darker.
Zhao Yuanle: "Then hurry up and find this old fairy doctor."
The doctor took a weak look at Ming Heyan, and said in a low voice: "Old Immortal Doctor Xu, in order to deal with this plague some time ago, he was unfortunately also infected, and he is still lying on the bed. Although he survived, but for the time being Can no longer heal others."
Ming Hong raised his hand suddenly: "You go down first."
The doctor went down trembling.
Inside the house, Zhao Yuanle suggested: "Why don't you try the special medicine, although it is said to be fake, but maybe..."
Ming Hong said: "Ruyun used it before, but it didn't have much effect. These days, she was nourished by medicinal materials. She was in good health since she was a child, and she managed to get over it. Now she is still very weak."
As he spoke, his eyes fell on Chen Moying, who was unconscious.
"Also, Brother Chen has already used this medicine."
Zhao Yuanle: "He..."
Will it die?
She didn't ask that.
Ming Hongyan told someone to come over with life-sustaining pills, and Chen Moying took them.
His voice was low and without any fluctuations.
"I've sent someone to send a message that his family members are on their way."
Zhao Yuanle heard this, as if he wanted to explain the funeral.
After taking the pill, Chen Moying soon regained some consciousness. He opened his eyes, and seemed to be awake.
Without the strength to speak, he closed his eyes again, his breathing still weak.
Seeing this scene, Ming Huang said that his heart was pressed against a stone.
According to his experience, Chen Moying's reaction could only show that Chen Moying's situation was worse than he thought.
Without too much sadness, Ming Yan turned around and left, he was going to continue to prepare for his affairs.
Zhao Yuanle also remained silent.
When they arrived at the courtyard where they lived, Zhao Yuanle drove all the maids out before it was dark.
Standing alone in this room, Zhao Yuanle's eyes changed, showing that he had made up his mind.
Originally, she wanted to try this method after Ming Hongyan's big event tomorrow was over.
But now, the situation is not waiting for anyone, and she can only give it a go.
Since the Pig God has been ignoring her, based on her initial experience, this is the only way to force the Pig God to deal with her now.
Taking out the hemp rope, Zhao Yuanle threw the hemp rope onto the beam and stuffed his head into it without any hesitation.
If she wants to force her to die, she doesn't believe that the pig god will not come.
The hemp rope strangled Zhao Yuanle's neck, and she was hung on the beam.
Time passed by every minute and every second, and soon, all the sticks of incense had been burned.
Zhao Yuanle hung on the beam, reached out to touch the hemp rope, and sighed.
"Forget, my skin is too thick."
Her weight is simply not enough in the face of the supporting force of the skin and flesh on her neck.
After hanging for so long, not only did she not feel suffocated, but she even wanted to swing her legs to swing.
In desperation, she reached out and tore off the hemp rope, falling to the ground.
After thinking for a while, Zhao Yuanle took out another pistol and shot himself in the head.
After hearing only one noise, she groaned.
There was a piece of burnt on her temple, which was very painful for her.
The bullet that hit her skull was deflated and fell at her feet.
Zhao Yuanle: "..."
Touching his burned and painful skin, Zhao Yuanle looked left and right, and then took out a knife.
Putting the knife on his neck, Zhao Yuan was happy and used all his strength.
It was as if a piece of thousand-year-old pigskin had been cut, and there was no trace left on Zhao Yuanle's neck.
Zhao Yuanle felt that if she wanted to threaten Zhu Shen with her life, she should use more force.
But when she really tried again, the stabbing pain in her neck made her stop, and when she looked again, the knife in her hand was curled.
Zhao Yuanle: "..."
Why does she want to risk her life to win each other? It's also a technical job.
After thinking about it, Zhao Yuanle found that there seemed to be two ways.
One is to use fire.
Because no matter how thick her skin is, it cannot withstand the intense heat.
But setting it on fire, one is too painful, and the other, in case someone else’s house is burned down, what should I do if I accidentally injure it?
Then there is only the last one left, which is water.
Zhao Yuanle thought for a while, opened the door, and began to look for the water source here.
First of all, the lake water is not good. At this time, the lake water is too shallow and it is frozen.
Then there is only well water.
Zhao Yuanle then asked the only maid nearby, where is the well.
The maid trembled and pointed in a direction, and Zhao Yuanle ran after saying thank you.
On the way, she was a little puzzled.
She just asked the way, why is this maid trembling.
But now that time was running out, she didn't bother to go back and ask, and just ran towards the well.
Finally, she found the well.
Without any hesitation, Zhao Yuanle jumped into the well.
At this time, Ming Hongyan rushed to the small courtyard where Zhao Yuanle was staying before, and only saw the knife that had been curled and the deflated bullet case.
The maidservant who reported the letter was so frightened that she collapsed on the ground.
It's over, it's over, she's over, the girl ran away under her care, she's over.
Emotionally broken, the servant girl began to cry.
"Atonement, my lord, my servant was anxious when she saw the shadow of Miss Zhao hanging herself from the window, and then she heard the bang, so she asked someone to take care of Miss Zhao, and hurried over to report to you!
yes…"
The servant girl looked at the shivering little servant girl on the other side: "Didn't I tell you to take care of the girl? I'll come back as soon as I go. How did you take care of her? Where did you go? Why didn't you stop me!"
The little maid was also very scared, trembling and almost crying.
"I, I, I dare not stop."
What a joke, she saw the shadow on the window, the girl tore off such a thick hemp rope with her bare hands, and even shot her in the head.
Ming Hong asked, "Where did the person go?"
The little maid trembled: "She asked me where the well is."
Ming Hongyan's face darkened, and he turned and ran towards the nearest well.
He really didn't understand Zhao Yuanle's move.
It's impossible... is it because Brother Chen's life is not long, and she will die for love?
Doesn't she dislike Brother Chen?
Many doubts flashed through his mind, and Ming Hongyan rushed to the well.
