I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

"Wait a minute." Mr. Mo said, "Where did you get this sachet on your waist?"

He had long noticed this men's sachet. She didn't have it on when they left the dungeon, but she had it on when they met again, and the fabric had faded so obviously that it was really puzzling to him.

Luo Qianhuai remembered the bronze sheet in the same box. She took them out and put them on the table together with the sachet, indicating that they were placed in the secret compartment of the treasure house together with the Gyeonggi defense map.

Mr. Mo stared intently at the slumped phoenix on the copper plate and said nothing for a long time.

Mr. Wen's eyes flickered a little: "As far as I know, even the Embroidered Clothes Messenger has the duty of a secret agent and has never detected Yong'an's secret investigation of the defense of Xijing. How did you know about this, Wei Lian?" Pictured?"

He didn't wait for Luo Qianhuai to speak, and continued: "And this Yushan Garden is just one of the many properties of Lord Yong'an, and he doesn't come here often. How did you know that this picture happened to be hidden here? Where?"

The opposite is the cause. This way of thinking is one that many smart people like to use. Luo Qianhuai was too lazy to pay attention and glanced at Mr. Mo reluctantly.

The latter met her gaze and said calmly:
  "Mr. Wen," he said, "If it weren't for saving me, Wei Lian wouldn't have to go there. It's just a coincidence, sir. You don't need to think too much."

"The strange thing about this matter is that there are coincidences everywhere." Mr. Wen sighed: "How could I not know that Wei Lian and the other guards had merit in rescuing the young master. But the young master must not forget why you gave in to the plan. Then take Han Min'er away? If you hadn't made an emergency transfer, how far would this matter have developed? "

Luo Qianhuai took a deep breath and suppressed the sourness rising in his heart.

In front of the lowered iron gate, she faced a group of soldiers with sharp blades with bare hands. She had no way to retreat, so how could she not be afraid?
  Every muscle in the body is trembling, and you can only force yourself to fight hard. If you are not careful, you will be shattered to pieces. The feeling of walking on thin ice is simply unimaginable to those who have never experienced it.

And in front of the Yushan Garden, sandwiched between Tang Zhan and Che Huai, just when they were about to reveal their secrets, she was facing death when moving forward and into the abyss when retreating. Her back had long been soaked with cold sweat, and now she was still terrified when she thought about it.

She was just an ordinary person. She was tricked by the system time and time again. She was thrown into suspicion repeatedly. Every time she was exhausted mentally and physically, she still had to be questioned.

Her forbearing look was noticed by Mr. Mo.

"This matter ends here." There was a hint of anger in his eyes, but he suppressed it forcefully: "Sir, you have been out for a long time, so you should go back early to avoid missing the Eighth Prince for a long time and missing important events."

"Actually, even now, I highly admire Wei Lian's talent." Mr. Wen stood up and sighed: "Since the young master said so, I will just listen to it and believe it. I just hope that you and I will not regret it in the future."

"I'm going to see Mr. Wen off." Luo Qianhuai also stood up. Following Mr. Wen to the shadow of the stairs, he whispered: "Sir, you will understand later that all the speculations about me today have nothing to do with it." significance."

She originally thought that if she stayed away from Mr. Mo in the future, there would naturally be no more trouble. Unexpectedly, when these words fell into Mr. Wen’s ears, they would have another meaning.

He turned around suddenly and his pupils shrank instantly: "You are. It turns out you are"

Luo Qianhuai thought he might have misunderstood: "Sir, just call me Wei Lian."

"What a Wei Lian. Haha, I have been so smart all my life, and I have only now figured out the mystery of this. It's ridiculous, it's really ridiculous!"

While laughing, he strode downstairs and disappeared into the bright lights in a blink of an eye, leaving Luo Qianhuai with a puzzled face.

A piece of snow-white fox fur with no mottled colors was placed on Luo Qianhuai's body silently.

She looked up and heard Master Mo say warmly: "He is drunk, so you don't need to pay attention to what he said." Luo Qianhuai didn't have the temperament to embarrass herself.

"Sir, it's getting late, I should go back."

The person next to me paused for a moment and said slowly: "This kind of thing will never happen again in the future."

Luo Qianhuai didn't answer, he just raised a pair of dark almond-shaped eyes and looked at him quietly.

"I have already punished He Qing and Zhu Niang. They made their own decisions and should not have disturbed you."

"So, this matter is over, right? Neither you nor us will be affected in any way?" Luo Qianhuai asked.

"No." The corners of Mr. Mo's lips curled up, and his voice was as cold as hitting jade: "Anyone who has seen your true face in Yushan Garden will be silenced."

Luo Qianhuai's eyes suddenly widened: "I've been in Yulin Garden these days wearing makeup. Apart from Fang Yan, the only person who has seen my true appearance is San Luo. He is still a child. Because I cured his typhoid fever and secretly tipped me off - you won't do anything to him, right?"

Mr. Mo really didn't expect that there would be such a section.

"Since you are interceding for him, then spare his life." He will just be admitted to Mengxue Camp and will not be released again.

But he would never tell Luo Qianhuai more about this arrangement.

"Stay here tonight, and I'll send someone to take you back to Changling tomorrow."

"There are still patients in my pharmacy." Luo Qianhuai really didn't want to stay, so he used Yan Ning as a shield: "If I come out these two days, I'm afraid it will delay her illness."

"Actually, Wei Cang and the others are seriously injured. Especially Wei Cang's leg. If not treated properly, it may be detrimental to his health," Mr. Mo said sincerely.

Luo Qianhuai gave in. Before she left, she had actually told Xingjiu to take the medicine according to the prescription for seven days, and there was no need to change it every day. On the other hand, on the personal guard side, all ten of them were injured, so they were handed over to the doctor outside so casually, which really made them feel a little sorry.

She nodded, went to where the guards lived, and inspected their injuries one by one. He Qing had already hired a doctor from Xijing City who was good at looking at trauma for them, and the injuries had been preliminarily treated. However, the doctors in this era had a far inferior understanding of trauma than in previous lives.

The most basic thing is that although the wound was simply cleaned with well water, there was no disinfection step. The exclusive secret plaster used contained some unsuitable ingredients - it was not as good as the Jinchuang medicine she had provided before. Woolen cloth.

Not to mention, Wei Cang, the leader of the personal guards, received special care. Not only did he have dozens of whip marks on his body, but he also had several burns and a broken leg bone.

If this kind of burn is infected, it can also be fatal. Luo Qianhuai washed the black plaster that the doctor had applied, and ordered someone to take four taels of sesame oil, five qian of Angelica sinensis, and one qian of Lithospermum. When the medicine dries up, filter it and boil it again. Then add [-] qian of yellow wax and melt it. At one place, I got a preliminary copy of Ziyun Ointment, which is effective in reducing inflammation, stopping bleeding, and promoting muscle growth. It is also effective for burns and other trauma.

After doing this, she helped Wei Cang re-align his bones, had someone fix it with a splint, and prescribed him some medicine to reduce swelling, relieve pain, and promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis. Only then did everyone express their gratitude. , go back to your room to take a shower and rest.

From last night to the present, she had been suffering from various anxieties, and from time to time she had to fight wits and courage to survive in the cracks. Now that the crisis was over, she naturally fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Just in my sleep, I vaguely heard a sound ringing repeatedly.