fifth form

Chapter 2192 Illness

If it were not for the significant changes brought about by the growth of his children, the passage of time would have seemed imperceptible to Zhang Xuezhou.

He was in the stage when he was most energetic and young, and his practice made the continuity of this stage very strong, so his body did not reach the point where he noticed his aging due to lack of energy.

When he looked back, Zhang Xuezhou realized that he had been in the industry for more than ten years.

Not only has the new emperor, who is younger than him, entered the realm of supernatural powers, but Wei Shaoer's children can also run and talk, and are braver than ordinary people when it comes to mischief.

Many people in Zhangjiazhuang used to catch insects, toads and snakes when they were young, but they didn't do this at the age of two. Even at the age of two, their speech was not fluent.

This made Zhang Xuezhou quite surprised at the child's courage.

"Huo Qubing, where is your father?"

Zhang Xuezhou glanced around and saw that Wei Shaoer and Chen Zhang were nowhere to be seen. Only Huo Qubing was squatting in the bushes, peeking.

"You living dead, do you know my name?"

When Zhang Xuezhou pointed at him and called out his name, Huo Qubing, who was hiding in the bushes, poked his head out.
The other person's face was dirty and his clothes were new but dirty.

Zhang Xuezhou only needed to take a glance to clearly understand Huo Qubing's condition.

"Is your mother sick?"

Zhang Xuezhou didn't care about the nickname Huo Qubing gave him. He glanced at a side hall in Pingyang Marquis Mansion and felt that Wei Shaoer was most likely unable to discipline Huo Qubing, while Chen Zhang would find it difficult to stay in Pingyang Marquis Mansion for a long time.

"How do you know my mother is sick?"

Huo Qubing touched his head. He had been staring at the sleeves of Zhenyuan God with envy before. When Zhang Xuezhou mentioned that Wei Shaoer was sick, his eyes suddenly stared at Zhang Xuezhou.

"Where is your father?" Zhang Xuezhou asked again.

"My mother is sick and needs to take medicine every day. My adoptive father found a job for my father in the palace to earn money to buy medicine!"

Huo Qubing rubbed his hands and tilted his head to look at Zhang Xuezhou.

There were very few people coming in and out of the Pingyang Marquis's Mansion. Apart from a few servants who maintained hygiene, Huo Qubing seldom saw other people.

Only a few people knew that Wei Shaoer was ill.

"My mother said you are capable, but why do I feel that the Taoist priest is more capable than you?"

Children are simple-minded, even Huo Qubing, who had a physical abnormality, was the same.

After Zhang Xuezhou asked a few questions, Huo Qubing's mind had already turned to Zhenyuan Shenjun, and he asked again very boldly.

"It seems like he can take away anything with his sleeves. Xiaowang, Xiaomao, Xiaoguang, Xiaotutu, Xiaohong, Xiaolu, Xiaobai and Xiaomaotou were all taken away," asked Huo Qubing.

"The Taoist priest is indeed more capable than me," Zhang Xuezhou admitted, then looked towards the side hall and said, "You lead the way, I'll go see your mother!"

Zhang Xuezhou has always believed that there is something wrong with the medicine made from the Purple Gold Red Gourd, but he is not sure what the problem is.

However, Chunyu Tiying and Zheng Wukong had been missing for too long. Zhang Xuezhou suspected that they had also fallen ill and could not return to Chang'an City, or they could only save themselves outside.

Wei Shaoer also took medicine at that time. Zhang Xuezhou did not expect that after just a few months of not seeing him, Wei Shaoer actually fell ill and ended up in a situation where Chen Zhang had to go to the palace to work to earn money to buy medicine.

He still clearly remembered that Wei Shaoer was able to fight against Gongsun Gui a few months ago. He was extremely agile at that time, but he didn't expect that the opponent would fall ill as soon as he said he would.

The two sides did not have much friendship, but they were familiar with each other, so Zhang Xuezhou did not mind paying a visit when he came to Pingyang Marquis's Mansion.

"My foster father also said that the Taoist priest's skills are rare. Taoist priest, can you teach me some skills?"

Huo Qubing did not lead the way, but instead asked for help from the Zhenyuan God behind Zhang Xuezhou.

"Why do you want to learn skills?" Zhenyuan God frowned. "If you learn skills, you can become a high-ranking official. If you become a high-ranking official, you will have money. If you have money, you can treat my mother's illness," Huo Qubing said.

"Your adoptive father is the Marquis of Pingyang, and he has plenty of money. It's faster to ask your adoptive father for money to treat your illness than to learn skills and become an official," said Zhenyuan Shenjun.

"My adoptive father is my adoptive father, my mother is my mother, and my father is my father. My mother said that it is a great favor to be able to stay in the palace. I cannot receive rewards without merit. I need to earn money with my own hands. I cannot ask my adoptive father for money without reason," said Huo Qubing.

"Your mother still has such thoughts?"

Wei Shaoer is not an innocent person. He has entered the palace to steal treasures, committed assassinations, and sought to be Chen Zhang's scapegoat. None of these actions can be called virtuous.

Zhang Xuezhou was slightly stunned, and was amazed at the huge change in Wei Shaoer's thinking.

Seeing that Huo Qubing had set his sights on Zhenyuan Shenjun, Zhang Xuezhou didn't bother to care about the little kid and went straight to the side hall where Wei Shaoer was.

If he remembered correctly, if he walked a hundred meters from where he was and turned a corner, he would be able to see where Wei Shaoer lived.

Zhang Xuezhou had not yet identified the wing room where Wei Shaoer was, but he saw a woman walking slowly from her seat to her feet under the eaves of the side hall, and a familiar figure and face came into his sight.

Compared with Wei Shaoer's previous impetuousness, Wei Shaoer at this moment seemed like a lady from a noble family, and even the way she walked had become different.

"Are you sick or are you practicing some ladylike steps?"

Zhang Xuezhou was a little surprised when he saw it.

He looked at the good-looking Wei Shaoer and felt that there was nothing sick on his face, but Huo Qubing would never joke about being sick.

After greeting Wei Shaoer from a distance, Zhang Xuezhou asked another question.

This made Wei Shaoer slowly raise his head, and then slowly walk towards Zhang Xuezhou.

"Are you really ill?"

Zhang Xuezhou created a wave of wind under his feet, and then he slid out with his body tilted.

With just a few steps, Zhang Xuezhou was already standing right in front of Wei Shaoer.

"I'm really sick!"

Wei Shaoer looked at Zhang Xuezhou with envy, his tone was extremely calm, and his voice was as gentle as an autumn chrysanthemum.

This made Zhang Xuezhou look around with suspicion.

"I don't know what's wrong with me now. It's as if there's an extra shackle on my body. I can't walk fast or talk loudly. After exerting force for a while, my body will cramp and twitch." Wei Shaoer said with a headache: "The Marquis has invited several doctors to treat me, but they can't find the root cause of the disease. I can only take qi-replenishing and qi-tonifying medicine from time to time!"

"Then you really have a rich disease!"

Zhang Xuezhou looked at Wei Shaoer and felt that since Wei Shaoer had this disease, he would probably have to be a quiet person for the rest of his life.

If the patient's symptoms are limited to this and the effects are not aggravated, this can at best be considered a disease of affluence and there will not be any other particularly bad effects.

"Dongfang Shuo, do you know the cause of my illness?" Wei Shaoer asked.

"No, don't take everything on me." Zhang Xuezhou waved his hands and said, "You know your own situation best!"

Zhang Xuezhou's reminder made Wei Shaoer's face slightly bitter.

Wei Shaoer was ill and the imperial doctors were baffled as to what was wrong with him.

And Wei Shaoer couldn't describe what had happened to her body. The fact that she had taken the dragon blood from the palace was enough to get her head lost.

Due to various factors, Wei Shaoer was unable to speak, and the imperial doctors could only provide conservative treatment.

Today, Wei Shaoer has fallen into a state of physical disability. She can't even keep up with Huo Qubing, who is over two years old. Every day she is busy with the headaches of chasing after the child, looking for the child, and educating the child.