My wife kills me because she has me in her heart!

Chapter 22 Leg Injury
  "Chonghu, Shanan, Turi..."

Ning Mingche picked up the jingling copper coins on the table one by one.

The word Sichuan was furrowed between his eyebrows.

"Junior sister, this hexagram is very bad."

"We've been on missions so many times, but it's not necessarily auspicious every time."

Yan Congling pulled away the third senior brother who came here early in the morning to tell his fortune, "I'm still busy going there, senior brother, please get out of the way."

"Junior sister! Junior sister!!"

Ning Mingche stretched out her neck and shouted twice. When she saw the other person, she didn't even look back. She hurriedly grabbed the copper coins on the table and pocketed them in her sleeves, intending to chase him.

But before he took a few steps, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Guan, housekeeper?"

The visitor was wearing a melon-skin hat, and his smile was almost invisible.

At this moment, he twirled his mustache and said respectfully, "Your Majesty."

When Ning Mingche heard these two words, his head started to grow.

as predicted.

The old man shook his sleeves, and a pile of scrolls fell out.

"Your Majesty, these are the noble ladies of the aristocratic family that this old slave has sorted out for several days and nights and carefully selected for you."

"Whether it's appearance, temperament, or talent and ability, they are all top-notch. I can guarantee that even His Highness the Crown Prince's selection of concubines was not so thoughtful and complete."

"Is my father okay?"

Ning Mingche was stunned.

After looking around for a while, he rolled up his clothes and tried to escape over the wall.

However, the other party is experienced and has been familiar with catching him since he was a child.

So when he saw his young prince's eyes rolling, he waved his hand, and a group of dark guards suddenly jumped out from different directions in the southeast, northwest, and surrounded the courtyard.

The old butler shook his head twice and said, "Your Majesty, I advise you to obey as soon as possible."

His hands and feet were tied, skewered on sticks, and carried away like a slaughtered pig.

Ning Mingche was still shouting at the top of her voice, screaming for help——

"Junior sister! Save me!!"

It's a pity that his junior sister is far outside the temple.

The ruined temple was originally built halfway up the mountain, and you had to climb long stone steps to go up.

Looking up, we see mountains surrounded by water.

The cornices and pillars are all enveloped in the lingering clouds, and there is indeed an aura of peace and tranquility.

During this period, many pilgrims came and went.

He was dressed plainly and looked pious.

On the other hand, Yan Conling carried two swords on his back, and he didn't look like he was here to worship.

Therefore, when she grabbed a woman carrying a child on her back, the other woman shrank with obvious vigilance.

"This sister."

Yan Conngling stuffed a candy into the hand of the little girl on her back and asked softly.

"I am an official. The superiors sent us out to question the people so that we can make the temple bigger."

She showed her identity badge.

The woman looked sweet when she saw her.

She spoke softly and was no different from the girl from the neighborhood. She couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, "Hey, girl, why do you bring a knife and a sword when you come to the temple to do errands? It's so scary."

"But it's a good thing that adults want to build a bigger temple. This temple may be effective in everything."

At this point, she clasped her hands together and bowed, then turned sideways to let Yan Conngling look at her daughter on her back.

"I came here specially from a foreign country. My daughter broke her leg when she fell down the stairs when she was a child. No matter how many medicines I have taken and how many doctors I have seen over the years, she has not recovered. I didn't expect that this time I only had to pray for half a month and the miracle appeared!"

The little girl with her bun in a bun looks to be about six or seven years old, and her clothes are white and clean after being washed. Normally, a child of this age would have already walked on her own, but she could only stay on her mother's back. Although she was thin, the weight made the woman's back become rickety.

She was still holding the candy bar that Yan Conling had stuffed in her hand, looking around absentmindedly. The eyes are dull and it is difficult to focus on one place for a long time.

And on the wrist, which is thinner than that of children of the same age, is a string of bright red beads...

Yan Congling still had a gentle smile on her face, and she took a step forward and said, "This girl of yours is so pretty, her eyes and nose are exactly like yours."

After praising two people in one sentence, the woman immediately smiled from ear to ear.

"Where are you, the girl is joking!"

"Sister, didn't your husband come with you?" Yan Conling asked, naturally reaching out and putting his hand on the child's leg.

Even thinner than an arm.

It doesn't have the roundness of a child at all, it's just skinny and rough.

"Damn it, that damn guy from my house has already left." The woman didn't notice her little move.

She seemed to be immersed in memories, her tone was lonely and full of resentment.

"The year when my daughter broke her leg, I hurriedly sought medical advice everywhere, but when I came back that day, I saw that he had fallen into a water tank and had died."

A simple sentence hides pain.

Yan's spiritual power swam under the spiritual palm, and through the strands of pale golden light, the tendons inside the little girl's body took on a tree shape, automatically slowly unfolding in her mind.

Yunshan’s unique inner vision technique is most suitable for medical practice.

It's a pity that she is too murderous and can only understand a little bit. If she doesn't use it well, there may even be a risk of backlash.

"father!"

The little girl on the back suddenly shouted.

Yan Congling subconsciously retracted her hand.

Just as she was about to touch and suppress the surging blood, the hand with sharp bones beside her came over and gently wrapped around her slender wrist.

The autumn shirt was slightly thin, and she was slightly startled when the warm current mixed with her body temperature came over her like a trickle.

"Nanny, be good. Your father will be back soon." The woman weighed her daughter twice and coaxed her daughter softly.

Then he apologized to Yan Conling and said, "I'm sorry, girl, Nannan has been like this since her father left. She can't stop shouting and only opens her mouth when she hears her father..."

Yan Conngling listened carefully.

At the same time, he tried to check the situation of the little girl for the second time.

Unexpectedly, it is a rare and good seedling.

The muscles and veins are strong and stretched, and the spiritual power she inputs is as natural as water flowing into the ocean, but it seems to be blocked by a black foreign body at the knee of her right leg...

Reach down a few inches.

She tried typing some more, trying to find out the specifics.

But this time, through the clothes and flesh, the black shadow suddenly started to squirm.

"Mom! It hurts!"

The woman was frightened by her daughter's cries.

She quickly put down the bamboo basket on her back and wanted to open her clothes to take a look, but Yan Conngling got there first.

"Sister, I can heal this girl's legs, if you can trust me."

"real!?"

The woman's eyes widened in surprise and she repeated, "Girl, can you really heal my daughter's leg?"

"of course."

Yan Conling half-crouched down and signaled Lou Qixue to step forward and hold the child down, "But I have a condition. No matter what happens later, you must remain still and say nothing."

"Good good!"

As long as he can heal his daughter's leg, he can even let the woman jump from here now.

But less than a moment after she said these words, when she saw the girl in green taking the sword from her back, she couldn't help but change her expression.

(End of this chapter)