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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of the Dragon Chapter 488: Critical Illness

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    Chapter 488 Critical illness

    Wang Yuyan seemed to hear them talking, and the sword light suddenly surged, illuminating the faces of the six people. Their deep-set eyes and slightly collapsed noses showed their identities as outsiders.

    Their eyes were as sharp as eagles, and they stared at Wang Yuyan with viciousness. They didn't care about her beauty at all, and they wanted to kill her with one knife.

    Under the cold light, Wang Yuyan's beautiful face became increasingly white, her eyes were cold and her expression was indifferent. The silver horse suddenly became faster, and six objects appeared in the air at the same time, each circled towards one person.

    The six people were immediately defeated. After a while, they fell down. Wang Yuyan stood quietly for a moment, glanced at the six people on the ground, shook the cold sword lightly, blood beads flew, and the sword body returned to being as smooth as snow, and she gently inserted it back  in the sheath.

    She swayed to Xiao Yuesheng's side and looked at him with bright eyes.

    Xiao Yuesheng nodded slightly with an expression of approval. Wang Yuyan's bright eyes were filled with joy and she quickly turned her head, not wanting Deng Baichuan and the others to see it.

    Without waiting for Wang Yuyan's instructions, the four men from Deng Baichuan stepped forward and cut off the heads of the six men, wrapped them in black cloth, and wrapped the black cloth several times in a thick layer, one in each hand. Only Deng Baichuan had empty hands.

    Wang Yuyan and Xiao Yuesheng have gone far away, and she still cannot bear to see such a cruel scene.

    Yanziwu was brightly lit, and as soon as their ship approached, cheers came from the shore. A group of people stood on the trestle to welcome them, with Old Madam Murong standing at the head.

    Xiao Yuesheng went directly back to Taihu Residence without showing up. Wang Yuyan stood on the bow of the boat and saw them with a calm expression, her eyes passing over everyone one by one.

    Until the boat docked on the trestle, Wang Yuyan slowly stepped onto the trestle and walked directly to Mrs. Murong without looking at the other people.

    "Old madam, you are lucky to have lived up to your fate." She said softly.

    "Okay! Okay!" Old Madam Murong kept nodding, with tears in the corners of her eyes, looking gratefully, holding her jade hand tightly with both hands, and shaking it constantly.

    Deng Baichuan and four others stood behind him. He clasped his fists and said, "Old madam, let's go to the young master's tomb right away to pay homage to the young master's spirit!"

    "Okay!" Mrs. Murong nodded and waved her hand: "Everyone, go!"

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????, ??Everyone was excited, embracing Wang Yuyan and the others like stars over the moon, and came to the cemetery in the east end.

    They placed the heads of the six people on the table, put on incense and burned the paper, worshiped Murong Fu, and murmured that they had avenged his great revenge, and their spirits in heaven could rest in peace, and reincarnate with peace of mind into a good family.

    Old Madam Murong lay in front of the tomb, sobbing so hard that she burst into tears.

    Wang Yuyan's expression has always been indifferent, as if she has no ordinary human emotions. Her snow-white shirt is moving in the night wind, and she is as graceful as a fairy.

    She avenged Murong Fu, and her reputation in the Murong family suddenly swelled. Everyone followed her orders, and she became the real head of the family.

    In addition, she has a calm expression, as if she is a beautiful girl who has not touched the fireworks of the world. Everyone feels that she is as if she is in the clouds, mysterious and powerful, and even more majestic.

    Two days after this incident, Axiu and Aqing were told by Wang Yuyan that no one was allowed to disturb her while she was sleeping. Even if the sky fell, they would have to report it the next morning. She was practicing and could not be disturbed, otherwise  , becomes possessed, and is in danger of his life.

    Axiu and Aqing agreed, but they were confused. They didn't know what kind of kung fu she practiced. Did she stay up all night?  No wonder the head of the family is so hardworking despite his young age and strong martial arts skills.

    Since the head of the family had spoken, they naturally obeyed. They went to Wang Yuyan's yard every morning to help her wash up, but they didn't notice anything unusual.

    "No one in the Murong family noticed that every two days, Xiao Yuesheng would appear in Wang Yuyan's house, then disappear with her, and then be sent back the next morning.

    Although he did not cultivate deliberately, the purple elixir in his dantian kept spinning, absorbing the spiritual energy of the world, shrinking and solidifying. His cultivation was constantly improving, and the speed of improvement was a bit faster than the previous hard training.

    Moisturized by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, his body became more powerful, and he became more proficient and easier in breaking through space. He teleported between Xiao Mansion and Yanziwu in just one time, in the blink of an eye.

    There is a newly built pavilion in the palace, called the Star Observation Tower. It is located in the middle of the palace and is four stories high. When you stand downstairs and look up, you can see the clouds.

    Standing on the Star Observation Tower, you can look down at the entire palace. You can't see clearly inside the palace. The situation in the courtyard is clear at a glance. You can tell who is doing what at a glance.

    Since it was built, Zhezong never left and often stayed here.

    He may meditate and practice Qi upstairs. After resting, he will look down at the palace and observe the appearance of all living beings. His mood will naturally be open, his Qi will be calm and his spirit will be peaceful, and his martial arts progress will be very fast.

    That morning, he was practicing Qigong in the quiet room. Suddenly, footsteps came from the stairwell, and he was light and weak.??Like a dragonfly touching the water.

    A picture suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, which was very clear: Mr. Cheng stepped onto the stairs lightly and carefully, and walked up slowly, cautiously, taking full breath with every step, almost silently.

    Logically speaking, Eunuch Cheng is an expert in martial arts. If he is so careful, he shouldn't be able to hear the footsteps. As he thought this, the picture suddenly shattered. His mind shrank back like a tide. His vision returned to darkness, no longer as clear as before.  .

    He slowly opened his eyes, thoughtfully.

    This is the so-called wonderful realm. It is so mysterious that it is difficult to explain it all. Mr. Xiao's mental method is indeed mysterious. If it is more profound, he must be able to maintain that magical power.

    "Old Cheng, what's the matter?" He sat down and opened the door to the room, and the fresh air rushed in, making his purple robe rustle.

    Stepping out, holding on to the white jade railing and looking down, the sky is high and the clouds are clear, the artistic conception is vast, and the mood is relaxed.

    "Official, the prince" Eunuch Cheng came over lightly, with an ugly expression on his face.

    Zhe Zong was startled and his face changed slightly: "What's wrong with the prince?!"

    Eunuch Cheng said in a low voice: "The prince is ill and the situation is not good."

    Zhe Zong¡¯s face suddenly darkened, he frowned and asked, ¡°What did Zhao Changsheng say?¡±

    Zhao Changsheng is the number one imperial physician. His medical skills are extremely high and rarely matched by others. He is highly trusted by Zhe Zong.

    "Mr. Zhao said" Eunuch Cheng looked troubled.

    "Who?!" Zhezong said angrily, glaring at him: "Hesitating, you can't even say a word?!"

    Eunuch Cheng lowered his head, wiped the corners of his eyes, and his voice was trembling with tears: "Mr. Zhao said said the prince is afraid that he won't be able to survive"

    "Nonsense!" Zhezong slapped the railing hard, and a palm print was immediately imprinted on it.

    Eunuch Cheng remained silent, lowered his head and remained motionless.

    "Let's go and have a look!" Zhezong hurried downstairs, his broad purple robe fluttering, as if a gust of wind could lift him up and ride away.

    Zhezong strode like a gust of wind, and in a moment he arrived outside Yanfu Palace. The maids and eunuchs knelt down to greet him. He waved his hands and walked straight into the main hall without stopping.

    As soon as Eunuch Cheng opened the thick curtain, a pungent smell of medicine hit his face. Without frowning, he stepped in without stopping.

    In the main hall, several palace maids were boiling medicine in the southwest corner. The window was opened a crack to let out the smoke. Under the window, sitting next to the table, was an old man dressed as an imperial physician. He was in his fifties or sixties, with fair hair and a childish face. He was twirling his silver beard, with a look on his face.  He looked sad, shaking his head and sighing from time to time.

    As soon as Zhe Zong came in, he stood up, knelt down and paid homage: "Your Majesty, Zhao Changsheng, has met you!"

    "Get up!" Zhezong raised his hand, his eyes gleaming, staring at him: "Zhao Changsheng, how is my prince?!"

    "Your Majesty, I am incompetent, and the prince is not very good" Zhao Changsheng shook his head and sighed.

    "What's going on? Isn't it good these days?!" Zhe Zong asked coldly.

    "The weather suddenly turned cold. The prince's body is too weak to bear the change. The fever persists and his vitality becomes weaker and weaker" Zhao Changsheng said seriously.

    Zhe Zong waved his hand: "Don't tell me this, I just ask, can it be cured?!"

    "I'm afraid I'm afraid" Zhao Changsheng's forehead was covered with a layer of sweat, but he didn't dare to wipe it off.

    "You mean, it can't be cured?!" Zhezong squinted his eyes and gritted his teeth, speaking out one word after another.

    "Alas I am incompetent" Zhao Changsheng sighed and lowered his head.

    Zhezong stared at him without blinking, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.

    Zhao Changsheng lowered his head and said nothing, his forehead was covered with a layer of sweat, his back was soaked, and cold sweat kept flowing out.

    Zhe Zonghuo turned around and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Dong, go to the Xiao Mansion immediately and invite Mr. Xiao into the palace!"

    "Yes, Your Majesty!" Mr. Dong's figure suddenly appeared in front of him, clasping his fists and bowing, as if he came up from the ground.

    His figure flickered and disappeared again.

    Zhe Zong flicked his sleeves and turned around to go inside. Eunuch Cheng was busy in front and lifted up a thick purple curtain, sending a wave of heat to his face.

    On the large couch, a woman was facing in and facing out, with a graceful back. She was holding a child in her arms, swaying gently, and singing a ditty in a low voice with a soft voice.

    "Queen" Zhezong's face darkened, he sighed secretly in his heart, and called softly.

    ¡°Shh¡ª¡ª!¡± The woman turned around and pointed in front of her lips, revealing a delicate and beautiful face.
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