The sick and weak young master has an unparalleled appearance and can be picked by you.

Even if Feng Wuyou is a woman, she will not be able to control her.

"Let's wait for you!"

She quickly stood up and breathed steadily.

"You have a moment of rest first, I'm going to go out to settle the accounts."

She can't be fascinated by beauty, she still has some serious things to do.

Xiao Jinglan nodded, very obedient.

However, his pale face made people think of his physical condition.

"Zinglan... do you believe me?"

Finally, I couldn't help it, and bent down to his forehead, controlling the anxiety in my heart.

Xiao Jinglan was too powerful, so powerful that she never thought he would look so sick.

"letter."

Xiao Jinglan didn't even think about it.

He believed whatever the little phoenix said and did.

"I will definitely cure you."

No more fake hands, just herself.

"good."

Xiao Jinglan held her hand: "Don't be too anxious, I can hold on."

It will definitely last until she can cure her.

They have been together for so short that he hasn't been enough, so how can he die?

Feng Wuyou nodded, said nothing, and wanted to help Xiao Jinglan lie down.

Xiao Jinglan refused: "It's been lying for too long, it's comfortable to sit for a while.

And..." He glanced at the door: "Here, I can see you."

Leaning on the bed, you can see half of the yard. Feng Wuyou wants to settle the score, how could he not watch?

That woman... just thought about it and felt disgusting.

Feng Wuyou also glanced at the yard, thought about it and nodded: "Okay, then look at me."

"Um."

Feng Wuyou took two soft pillows and placed them beside Xiao Jinglan, and helped him adjust his comfort. Then he calmed down and walked out with great strides.

After such a big turmoil, the barbarian elders had already arrived after hearing the news.

"Saint..." They were all shocked when they saw Shan Tong's appearance, and someone immediately ordered angrily: "Why are you still standing there?

Don’t bring clothes to the saint!”

"No!"

Lu Yin vetoed it, and Xingmou glanced at the audience coldly: "If you have the ability to take it off, if you don't have the ability to show it?"

"Nothing, nothing!"

Shanxing was so angry that his face turned pale: "The saint's status is transcendent, how can it be so concise?

Get out of here!"

While saying that, he took off his outer robe and put it on Shantong.

Bang! As soon as I approached, a whip was swaying, and the clothes instantly became several pieces.

"I want to see who dares!"

Lu Yin refused to let him go: "It's best that all of you come and see what the so-called saint is!"

By treating the disease, I want to lure a man who already has a wife. Is this kind of person worthy of being a saint?

"That's how you Tianlan people humiliate us barbarians?

Huijiu, you are the patriarch, are you just watching this?"

Shanxing exuded his anger on Huijiu, but Huijiu had nothing to do.

The barbarian elders didn't tell him a word from beginning to end. They deserved to have such a big mess now.

Just when the yard was in trouble, Feng Wuyou finally came out of the house.

"Empress Yan!"

Seeing Feng Wuyou, Shanxing immediately rushed up: "What do you mean?"

His beard was so angry that his beard was trembling, but due to Feng Wuyou's identity, he couldn't do anything to her.

"Elder Shan asked the wrong person."

Feng Wuyou sat down on the chair brought by the guards, just where Xiao Jinglan could see her.

As for Shan Tong, of course she had to rush to the yard that her other half, Xiao Jinglan couldn't see.

She only had a piece of cloth on her body, which could cover her here and there.

Xiao Jinglan saw it, his eyes were dirty.

"Why did you ask the wrong person?

If you humiliate the saint so much, don’t you ask you, do you still have to ask the saint if you want it?"

"joke!"

Before Feng Wuyou could speak, Lu Yin had already said to her: "It was clearly she who humiliated herself! She was dressed like this and ran to our emperor. Is there any problem with the empress driving her out?

Could it be that you still have to send her to bed?"

There are many more words, Feng Wuyou can't say, she can say them.

Even the barbarians blushed when they heard this.

They are on a walk-in marriage system, but a couple during the walk-in marriage is also stable. They have this shame.

“Bad talk!”

Shanxing angrily scolded him, he could not get entangled with Lu Yin, but only stared at Feng Wuyou.

"Empress Yan, you invited the saint. Is it wrong for the saint to treat the Emperor Yan?"

Feng Wuyou didn't say anything, and now he raised his eyes and air conditioning was everywhere.

"Is the way the saint treats illnesses mean to sacrifice himself?"

She said this not to Shanxing, but to look at Shantong.

Four barbarian elders were protecting her, and Shantong had already stood up, but she was in a mess.

She didn't say anything either. After hearing Feng Wuyou's question, she straightened her chest and spoke arrogantly: "That's right!"

"I don't know that there is such a way to cure diseases in the world."

Xiao Jinglan was discomfort with the wilderness, and he was not given aphrodisiac.

"That's Queen Yan himself is ignorant!"

The mountain trip jumped out again: "Can you know why the saint can become a saint?"

Feng Wuyou smiled faintly: "I want to ask for advice."

Shanxing looked around and said proudly: "I don't think I know about this after coming to Yan. In my barbarians, only those who have served the saints know about this. The reason why the saints..." "Slow down."

Feng Wuyou suddenly stopped him. Shanxing was about to show off, but someone stopped him, which was very unhappy.

"What's the matter with Empress?"

Feng Wuyou has a good attitude and looks humbly asking for advice: "Elder Shan said that only those who have served the saints know about this. Does it mean that the clan leader and the people from the Presbyterian Church know about it?"

Shanxing was immediately disdainful. Fortunately, Feng Wuyou was the queen of Yan, so he could even ask about such common sense things.

"As the clan leader and the Presbyterian Church, as middle and senior leaders of the clan, naturally knew that the problem of Queen Yan was ridiculous."

"Yeah?"

Feng Wuyou smiled, and suddenly became cold: "Why... Cheng Zhijie didn't know?"

Cheng Zhijie was suddenly called and was stunned for a moment, but soon reacted and looked at Shanxing with a sneer.

When they decided to form a tribe, the saint already existed. As for the saint's standard and why there was a saint, these old guys didn't mention a word to them.

They were also stupid and actually thought it was the custom of the barbarians, so they recognized it directly.

At this moment, when Feng Wuyou asked, he suddenly realized that they knew nothing about the Saint.

"This...they..." "Because they are from Tianlan, there is no need to tell them about the customs of your barbarians."
To be continued...