"That stupid betrothal gift is the antidote to grassland plague, uncle. You won’t hinder me this time, will you?" Snow lotus son looked dumbfounded auspicious day wooden figure smile happily said
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It took a long time for Jiri Mutu to react to the antidote? Where did your niece come from and the grassland? Isn’t it a plague of gains and losses? What about the antidote?
Snow Lotus knew when she saw Jiri Mutu’s expression that she didn’t completely believe what she said, but she had a good reputation for war. This idiot proved to herself that she was not talking nonsense.
"Uncle, what are you hesitating about? Do you still recognize my niece? Is it true or not? Why don’t you just take a look? " Say that finish snow lotus son high-handed pull auspicious day wooden figure to ling Wang Shizhen reputation.
Muqingfeng is waiting for the arrival of Xuelian and Jiri Mutu at the door. Anyway, he has inquired about the reputation of fighting before. It won’t die for a long time, but it will delay the best treatment. I’m afraid that the reputation of fighting can’t be eliminated by this generation. This can’t blame Muqingfeng for being ruthless. You know that at that time, Xuelian’s innocence was almost destroyed in his hands. If Muqingfeng had his revenge, it would be very kind to save his dog’s life now.
"Xiao you antidote? Is it reliable or not? You and snow lotus son how to grasp this matter is no joke. "Jiri Mutu cried so far away for fear that Muqingfeng could not hear you.
"Uncle, how dare I? Are you kidding? We’ll know if it works." Knowing that my schoolmate and Jiri Mutu have a deep grudge, I’m not favored by him. Mu Qingfeng dare not leak half a point of dissatisfaction. The cooked duck flew away.
Muqingfeng and his party went directly to the place where Zhan Yu was located. Others didn’t know that it was caused by the method of insects, but it was really a plague. Everyone was afraid that they would be infected. For no reason, Jiri Mutu also planned to wear a set of protection, but it was stopped by Xuelian.
"Uncle, there is no need. This is not a plague, but a person. I will explain to you later. There is another person who must meet. If it weren’t for him, we would still be in the dark." When saying this, Xuelian looked serious.
Since my niece said so, I should just listen to her. Snow Lotus is beautiful, and naturally she won’t make fun of herself. Although she is prepared in her heart, there are still some touching stories about the war reputation, and the war reputation is exactly the same as that of the grassland victims. Seeing that the bed is torn, I know that the war reputation must be itching and unbearable now. Although Dr. Yan Wangfu doesn’t know how to detoxify, it is still in terms of relieving pain. There are many people in the grassland who can’t stand their strange itching and scratch their faces to pieces, which is like climbing out of hell. Even if a few people get away with it, they will commit suicide when they see that they are inhuman and non-ghost.
"The old king’s palace can be a doctor for decades, and I have never seen such a thorny problem. It’s really a shame for the temple and the report." A gray-haired old doctor said to Mu Qingfeng that from his sweaty face, he knew that this person must have spent a lot of heart and blood to support him until now.
"Li Langzhong is serious, and this plague is so good to cure. You’d better go to rest first. I just got an antidote from Hua Xianlin to see if it works." Mu Qingfeng knew that the cause and effect would not be difficult. In fact, Li Langzhong had the courage to see Zhan Yu, and he had already paid a lot of courage.
Mu Qingfeng screened out other people. In fact, there are not many people except a few centers who are worried about the guards. Others slipped away early for fear of being dyed. They took out Lin Jieyu and gave themselves an antidote. Mu Qingfeng broke off the battle reputation with his lips tightly closed, and his right hand pulled out the green Dan medicine and counted the battle reputation, and his throat slipped away.
This antidote is really immediate, and it didn’t take long for the breath to be smooth. I can’t hear that kind of shortness of breath any more. I’ve been clutching it tightly with my hands and my itching has subsided. It seems that Hua Xian really didn’t get a hollow reputation. She studied it in her room for an hour and then learned the antidote ingredients. There won’t be many people better than her in this matter. No wonder she can be as famous as the imperial doctor in Wanchun Valley.
Jiri Mutu believed seven points when he saw the reputation of war. There were not only two people who had seen the plague, but none of them were as sick as the reputation of war. It seems that Xuelian got this antidote really effectively. Although she already believed that Mu Qingfeng did have a way to point at the plague, Jiri Mutu waited for an hour or two to be on the safe side until the reputation of war even subsided, and he finally believed that it was the real antidote.
"It seems that the grassland is finally saved." Jiri Mutu breathed a long sigh of relief. He didn’t sleep well these days because of the grassland plague. He agreed that the Presbyterian church decided to ask Daxia for help in this humiliating way.
"That uncle me? I am not your political sacrifice? " Snow lotus son know perfectly well past ask said
"Silly uncle, how can you give up your happiness for grassland peace unless you have to? Now that the grassland crisis is about to be lifted, you can do whatever you want!" How can Jiri Mutu not know what Xuelian is thinking? "It’s really a little thing that I can let you find a cure for the plague. It’s unreasonable for you young people to clean up the mess, but I tell you that this niece is my pride. If you wronged her, I wouldn’t recognize anyone with a machete!"
Although Jiri Mutu is scaring himself, Mu Qingfeng is still very happy. After all, in a sense, he has been recognized by Jiri Mutu. But Mu Qingfeng thought of one thing and quickly said, "Uncle, don’t worry, I can’t treat Snow Lotus badly. Although we have a cure for the grassland plague, this matter is not over yet. Uncle, come back to Yan Wangfu with me first."
Jiri Mutu recognized Muqingfeng’s hualiyouhua, but there are many people and miscellaneous eyes here, which is obviously not a place to talk, and he did not hesitate to follow Muqingfeng directly away from the place where he won the war reputation.
Snow Lotus also knows who Muqingfeng wants to take his uncle to see. If nothing unexpected happens, according to Muqingfeng’s careful thinking, he should have been waiting for them at Beiyan Wangfu.
"Master, what brings you here? Don’t be afraid it’s been ten years since the second grassland. I haven’t come to thank you for giving medicine and knowing your gratitude. "Seeing smiling at the moment, I was overjoyed to destroy the idiot’s auspicious day.
"Long time no see, benefactor of Jiri Mutu. I didn’t expect that we would meet in the summer land." The idiot made a Buddha gift to Jiri Mutu. It seems that they really made friends.
"Yes, I was wondering why the master didn’t teach summer in the grassland?" After Jiri Mutu was happy, he was curious about the reason why the idiot came here. As far as he knew, LingBuddhism had no plans to walk in the summer.
"It’s a long story at this time. I’m here to discuss the grassland plague with you. By the way, if it weren’t for this benefactor, I’m afraid the poor monk wouldn’t have a chance to talk to you here," said the idiot slowly
After hearing the story, Jiri Mutu’s face has already become livid. He never imagined that Nanyue Wangfu had the power to dare to be mad at this point. How many people in the grassland died in this plague? I didn’t expect it to be a bargaining chip for their ambitions.
"This dog thief! I want them to be dead. I’ll go back to the grassland and call the army to give them one … "Before Jiri Mutu finished, he was held by Muqingfeng.
Uncle, listen to me. Now you have to calm down. You can’t be impulsive now. You might as well think about the grassland and the ability to fight the summer. Do your people still support a protracted war? "
Snow Lotus’s words are like a pot of cold water dousing the auspicious day. Mutu’s anger in his heart is not a novice. It is natural to know that the current situation and the summer war are different from seasoned road, but it seems unreasonable to swallow it like this.
"Uncle, I know you want revenge now, but Nangong Jinyu is thoughtful. Although he is definitely the mastermind behind the hundred-foot teaching method, we still don’t have sufficient evidence to rashly testify that he is the culprit at this time. I’m afraid that the summer court will not let it go. Now my uncle must be patient." Mu Qingfeng is afraid that an uncontrollable and regretful decision will be made.
That’s what the poor monk, the benefactor of Jiri Mutu, means. Let’s take a long-term view and solve the plague problem first. With our spiritual Buddhism forces, we can’t turn the tide. "It seems that this is also the intention to recognize that now is not a good time to fight the summer.
"Uncle, the most important thing for us now is to find out how to teach people in the grassland. I think uncle lives in the grassland all the year round and has a strong appeal. It should not be difficult for you to keep everyone on high alert in the grassland. In addition, it is not difficult for Nangong Jinyu to find out the method. If he knows that we have an antidote in our hands, he will definitely ask his own people to stop and save himself." Mu Qingfeng’s analysis finally calmed down Jiri Mutu.
"Report to the king’s palace report that Nangong Shi asked us to call a meeting with the grassland, and he thought that we must decide as soon as possible to deal with the suffering of the people in the province."
I didn’t expect the Nangong Jinyu to be unwilling to give up, and to fight to the death at this point. After hearing the news, Jiri Mutu’s eyes almost burst into flames.
"I’m going to see what this beast has to say!" Jiri Mutu wanted to go but was stopped by Mu Qingfeng.
"Uncle, don’t worry, we might as well mix the water a little more." Mu Qingfeng motioned for the soldiers to come over
"You go to Ling Wang’s war reputation and see if he wakes up. If you do, just tell him that I gave him the antidote, even cutting him down. Now Nangong Jinyu is planning to swagger and reward you and let him do it at his own will."
Jiri Mutu looked at Muqingfeng much more pleasing to the eye. It seems that the grassland will definitely not suffer after this little son-in-law of grassland.
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By the time Muqingfeng and his party felt the hall, Nangong Jinyu was already waiting in the room. He looked a little sallow and should still drink when he recovered from a serious illness. Nevertheless, in the moment when Xuelian came in, his eyes showed a longing look. To be honest, Nangong Jinyu had done so many things to expand his power. I didn’t expect that there would be Xuelian in the grassland. In his view, this is really a profitable thing. I don’t know what. Seeing Jiri Mutu coming in with them, I felt a little uneasy.
"I’m sorry, everyone," Bai Qiao said first. "Nangong Shi called everyone here in a hurry this time to solve the grassland problem as early as possible. This matter should have been solved a day ago, but I hope you will forgive me for all the delays caused by some sudden situations." Bai Qiao didn’t know that Mu Qingfeng had found the medicine. He was still upset that his brother was about to lose his heart.
"I’m sorry that the meeting was delayed because of me. I wanted to explore the disease situation of the grassland people. I didn’t expect the carelessness to be infected with the plague. Fortunately, I have a symptomatic antidote in my hand. It was only through my personal experience that I realized that the grassland people had experienced such hardships. Let’s set out to solve the problem now. Let’s arrange it after my marriage with the princess or after the grassland problem is solved." It’s really difficult for Nangong Jinyu to make up such a shameless excuse in such an environment to explore the cause and get infected with the plague. If Mu Qingfeng didn’t know the cause and effect, he might really get away with
According to Nangong Jinyu, at this time, Jiri Mutu should be grateful and thank himself and promise that after the plague has passed.
Hurriedly put Xue Lian’s hands to serve. At this time, Xue Lian should show a pair of reluctance to give up and Mu Qingfeng to let themselves see a good show in where will you go, but now they are very unexpected. They keep staring at two eyes as if they are going to spray fire to feel that they are enemies that they have never seen before. A person who doesn’t care about talking and laughing with Muqingfeng seems to want to get into each other’s arms.
Seeing this situation, Nangong Jinyu suddenly became alert. He was not stupid to see the opposite side so scared. Then something must have gone wrong. But he thought it over and over for several times. There was nothing suspicious except his poisoning. Of course, if he knew Liu Liangchen’s true identity, he wouldn’t think so.
"What do you think of Elder Jiri Mutu’s discussion about the Nangong World Conference? After all, your grassland and our northern border plague will be solved one day earlier, so we can feel at ease one day earlier." Seeing the strange and quiet atmosphere in the house, the host had to break this embarrassing situation.
"Hum" Jiri Mutu sounds from his nose and still doesn’t speak or stares at Nangong Jinyu intensely.
"I said, don’t worry, big brother. According to reason, we will discuss the issue of grassland and summer, but I feel that there is one person missing?" Muqingfeng think it’s about time the mouth said
Everyone followed Mu Qingfeng’s eyes and saw that Wang Zhanyu, who was the first tomb of the four kings, should be the protagonist of this meeting. However, due to his vulgar manners and shallow knowledge, and his painful conditions for the grassland, everyone had the opportunity to forget that there was such a role. If Mu Qingfeng hadn’t discussed it, no one would have noticed that this meeting was missing a person with a high status.