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Chapter 90 Chapter 90
It was nearly evening, and it was raining heavily on the road. A group of chariots and horses on the mountain road came chasing from behind. The leader, the patriarch of the Zhao clan, was wearing a coir raincoat and shouted loudly, "Dare to ask if the owner of the Luyun Hall on the chariot of the building is here!"

Ye Yu was in a hurry, and even asked a little more fiercely.

Qinggui Xiaotong replied from the side, "It's the patriarch of the Zhao clan, and he's going to see the owner of the hall outside."

Lu Yun waved his hand, "No see."

Without waiting for Qinggui Xiaotong to answer, the leader of the convoy behind, wearing a coir raincoat, shouted first, "My Miss Zhao is seriously ill and unconscious, please come and have a look at the owner!"

This man's voice was so loud that he didn't even need to pass on a message from a child, he could hear it clearly in the carriage of the building. Gu Aman was playing with two sweet-scented osmanthus flowers in the urn, and looked out when he heard the words.

A fairly large convoy, with luxury cars, fine horses and fat bodies, and all the attendants who guard the house and guard the courtyard wear weapons on their waists. If it wasn't for the lack of flags, Gu Aman thought it was the princes who came to Beijing.

What an awesome team.

This is probably the confidence of our clan.

"The Miss Zhao family they are talking about, is she Zhao Yiyi?" It's so strange, seeing that she was fine before, why did she suddenly become ill?

Luyun is not an outsider, Gu Aman was suspicious, so he asked directly, but Luyun, who was still resting with his eyes closed, glanced at her slowly.

When he smiled, all the spring flowers came, "Perhaps Lingchuan Jueshu of the Gu family knows better about this."

That means Zhao Yiyi's "illness" has something to do with Gu Mingluan.

"Then the Zhao family is here now, are they planning to make trouble?"

Lu Yun smiled pointedly, "I don't know if I'm looking for trouble or not, but I can clearly understand my ambition."

No matter how Zhao's leader yelled, there was no response from the chariot in the building, and the despised Zhao's guards couldn't help but push the blade away with their thumbs.

The Zhao family is nearly forty years old, and he is a man with a white face who does not need to have a little rich belly. At first glance, he looks like a rich farmer.

"Patriarch, Lu Yun avoided seeing him, without his testimony, it would be difficult for us to get the road guide to enter the capital." The guard clasped his fists, "But I need to wait to stop the car."

The patriarch of the Zhao clan slightly raised the hat on his head, his round face was expressionless, and his cheeks were drooping with cruelty and coldness, "This old boy Luyun is very shrewd, but I'm afraid you won't be able to avoid it this time."

It turns out that in Shangjing, although ordinary people can enter by virtue of their identity guides, but if the direct descendants of this aristocratic family want to enter, they need special guides to enter.

The root of the patriarch of the Zhao clan is not here. He originally wanted to take advantage of Zhao Yiyi's illness and use Luyun's guarantee to enter Shangjing in the name of "seeking medical advice". idea.

It's a pity, as long as his daughter of the Zhao family is a disciple of Hongxia Mountain, he, Luyun, the owner of the pavilion, can't escape the relationship.

The patriarch of the Zhao clan ordered sternly, "Find out the Hongxia Mountain disciple who was with Miss at the end."

Since Luyun is not willing, then find someone who is willing to come out!

Although the Gu family's carriage was not small, it could not compare with the Zhao clan chief's in terms of size or luxury and comfort, let alone the large carriage.

Because of the rain and the muddy roads, the coachman stopped and stopped along the way for fear of overturning his cart, and even had to get out of the cart and lead the cart to walk over in difficult and dangerous places.

But even Gu Mingluan, who was sitting in the car like this, still felt that the car was shaking and shaking, but in just a few hours, she almost felt that her bones were about to be shaken apart.

When Mrs. Zhou took out the cakes and asked her to eat, she felt even worse. At this time, there was a melodious sound of music from the passing building. The Qinhuai minor tune sung in Nong's soft language.

If it wasn't for the urgency of the night rain around, she would have thought that it was driving to the bank of the Qinhuai River, which is ten miles away.

Mrs. Zhou looked up at the chariot of the building even more enviously, saying that the grapes were sour because she couldn't eat the grapes, "This owner enjoys it."

What she thought in her heart was that when she went to pick up Gu Aman when she entered the city, she must take the opportunity to go up for a walk.

Gu Mingluan couldn't see Zhou Shi's unapproachable appearance, her eyes were dark and cold.

"Since mother wants to go so much, why don't you ask Fourth Sister to take you up there. Unfortunately, Fourth Sister is cold-hearted. At this moment, I'm afraid she is too happy to leave. There are still a pair of parents who need to be filial."

Thinking of Gu Aman, Zhou became angry. She was about to swear a few words in line, when she suddenly felt a violent tremor in the carriage under her feet.

Zhou staggered and hit the wall of the car next to him, then fell down and hit Gu Mingluan, hitting his teeth.

Zhou covered her teeth with one hand, and supported her waist with the other, whooping, whooping, screaming for pain, but what kind of pain should Gu Mingluan, who doesn't want to be knocked, look like.

"How did you drive the carriage? Did you want to throw Mrs. Ben to death in such a hurry!"

Zhou lifted the curtain of the car and scolded the groom for a while, but waited for her to see the scene outside.

But he was completely dumbfounded.

Zhao's guards with weapons had already surrounded their carriage tightly in the rain.

Their Gufu carriage was surrounded.

The patriarch of the Zhao clan returned to the carriage, and on the soft couch covered with more than ten layers of brocade quilts, Zhao Yiyi lay on it with a sallow face, her mouth was half open, but she couldn't take a breath for a long time.

The female doctor next to her was giving her an injection. When the Zhao Clan Head went in, he happened to see that the silver needle pierced into the acupuncture point turned black.

Unlike other clans that prefer female sex, the patriarch of the Zhao clan has very few wives and concubines, not even many children. Zhao Yiyi is his beloved prostitute, so the affection he pours into is naturally different from others.

"Be gentle, she used to be afraid of pain."

The patriarch of the Zhao Clan knelt on the other side, nailing the beads carefully, and stroked Zhao Yiyi's long hair, which had faded even to black hair, with rough palms, "How long will it take for Miss to wake up?

"With acupuncture and medicine, the shortest is a day or two, and the longest is three to five days, and the lady can wake up."

Hearing this, the patriarch of the Zhao clan, who was looking at his daughter with distress, suddenly turned his head. He looked at the female doctor expressionlessly, and what he said did not seem like a loving father.

"I want Miss's illness to be cured in a month."

The female doctor was about to insert the silver needle, but suddenly paused, "Miss's toxicity is not yet understood, if it takes a long time, the root cause of the disease may fall."

The patriarch of the Zhao clan gently held Zhao Yiyi's little hand, and pressed her against his face, "If you can't do it, I can replace it with someone else."

The female doctor is not talking.

She withdrew the needles one by one, and Zhao Yiyi, who was already looking a little better, turned into that look of inhaling less and exhaling more.

The patriarch of the Zhao clan lovingly and gently put Zhao Yiyi's arms into the brocade quilt, tucking the corners of the quilt one by one.

During the hot and humid days of July and August, Zhao Yiyi's hands were as cold as ice.

"Don't blame father for being cruel."

The patriarch of the Zhao clan still had a gentle gaze, "It would be great if you can win the first place, so that we can enter Shangjing in a fair manner."

"But since you were killed, you have to play a greater value..."

(End of this chapter)