Mr. Xiang, your doctor's wife is a little poisonous

Chapter 66

The snow is heavy and the paper is thin.

Song Wanzhi held the piece of paper with great strength, and then she paused for a while before unfolding the piece of paper.

Blank as always.

Sitting next to Song Wanzhi, Xiaoye also noticed a slight sway in Song Wanzhi's usual gentle charm. Even if it was so faint, Xiaoye could feel it.

She looked at Song Wanzhi with some anxiety: "Sister..."

Song Wanzhi turned to look at Xiao Ye and said, "Xiao Ye, you go back first, sister will come back later."

"Okay." Xiaoye nodded obediently.

Song Wanzhi took the big half-worn umbrella that was in the carriage, and then stepped out of the carriage.

Uncle Wang half bent his waist and lowered his head: "Miss..."

His tone was slightly worried.

Song Wanzhi smiled and said, "I'm fine, take Xiao Ye back."

"Yes." Uncle Wang replied, and then glanced at Song Wanzhi. A trace of worry still flashed in his eyes before turning around and pulling the carriage forward.

Xiaoye opened the curtain, looked at Song Wanzhi, and said, "Sister, open an umbrella! Don't freeze!"

Song Wanzhi turned her head and nodded, "Okay."

But still did not move.

Xiao Ye was a little at a loss, she didn't know what happened to her sister, but the carriage had already moved, and was instantly submerged in the vast snow.

Song Wanzhi raised her head, only to feel the goose-feather-like snow stumbling up layer upon layer, and there were many voices coming from around her. Wrapped in the heavy snow, she was just an indifferent figure in a trance.

There were many voices outside Tianhe Academy, some happy, some calm, some angry, some resentful, some panicked.

Slowly intertwined, but nothing was heard clearly.

Holding the umbrella, Song Wanzhi lifted her footsteps, and the piece of paper, at her fingertips, turned into powder and fell silently.

She walked along the avenue alone.

And behind her, the curtain of a carriage was lifted, the young man looked at her figure walking alone, then raised his hand that was still red, swollen and painful, a trace of inexplicable anger flashed in his eyes.

"Are you ready?" Yun Haijian asked indifferently.

"It's all ready." The servant next to him said.

Yun Haijian said: "Follow, go to a place where no one is there, and teach her a lesson."

"Yes." The old servant nodded.

Although Yun Haijian is a fallen genius now, his identity can drive many people, for example, some very talented people.

He wants to teach this girl a lesson, because he hates this woman who pretends to be peaceful but uses despicable means. He is a bully, but he will come in an open and honest manner, but now, he finds that this girl is not worth letting him aboveboard.

How others treat him, he will naturally treat others.

"Let's go." Yun Haijian said coldly.

"Yes." The old servant replied, and then drove the bloody BMW away.

The wind and snow were so strong that everything was submerged in the blink of an eye.

And because of the strong wind and snow, there were almost no people in this huge Zhaodu. At first, there were a few children playing outside, but they were quickly reprimanded by their families and returned home. The old man who was eating hot glutinous rice balls didn't intend to use this to pass his boring time, so he pushed the cart home.

Along the way, people put away the drying clothes, closed the door, and even the chickens raised shivered into the nest, and the dog curled up at the owner's feet, warming up with the owner's house.

Because, a new severe cold wave is coming soon.

The snow was heavy, and Song Wanzhi instantly became a snowman. The snow flakes stained her hair, and her whole body seemed to be made of jade.

It is cold to look at.

The whole Zhaodu is silent, silent, like death.

The Jialan Tower also seemed to be invisible in the snow.

In front is a long bridge, which is the longest bridge in Zhaodu, with a distance of more than a thousand meters. Below it is the mother river surrounding Zhaodu, the Zhao River.

This is a magical river. Even in such a cold weather, it did not freeze. It was like a huge clearing. Snow, which was bigger than a goose feather, fell silently down the Zhao River and melted.

And at this moment, a group of people suddenly appeared beside Song Wanzhi. In the heavy snow, they were lighter than snow, and they surrounded Song Wanzhi in an instant.

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And farther away, the carriage between the seas of clouds was approaching Zhennan Prince's Mansion. He tapped his fingers on the window of the carriage, thinking in his heart, guessing that by this time, those people must have already started.

He twitched the corners of his mouth indifferently, and was about to lift the curtain and get out of the carriage.

But suddenly, he stopped, and then he raised his hand.

Just now, the intense itching disappeared completely in an instant, and his hand also seemed to undergo a huge change in the blink of an eye, the redness and swelling subsided, and it became as smooth as ever.

how?what happened? !
When he went back yesterday, he was so itchy that he couldn't bear it, so he went out to have a look at the old doctor in the mansion. The old doctor had a lot of knowledge in this area, but he kept shaking his head when he saw the hands in the sea of ​​clouds: "Here, I'm sorry There is no other way. I am afraid that no one can cure it except the Great Physician. I am afraid that you will be itchy for three days, my son."

But now, what's going on?

For some reason, Yun Haijian couldn't help but think of the sachet that the girl handed him, as well as the words "Don't worry, Mr. Yun's hand will be fine" when she recalled the time when she struck down the ruler. At that time, he thought it was just a girl malicious ridicule, but now that I think about it, it seems...

She is detoxifying herself?
He pressed his lips tightly together.

she is gentle?But why is that gentle but unrelenting edge?

she is kind?But why is the inexplicable darkness on her body so frightening?
What kind of person is this woman?

She was the one who put the poison in the first place, but... why the hell does he feel favored by others? !
He kicked the car door violently, then got on his horse, and under the astonished eyes of the old servant, he quickly ran into the vast snow.

Anything can be owed, only favors cannot be owed.

(End of this chapter)