The door suddenly opened.

"Why did you come in?" Tu San was extremely unhappy that his good deeds were interrupted.

"I suddenly remembered something." Yan Ziyu's gaze fell between the beds, showing Shenren's weirdness, "Why don't you stop first, third uncle, while you decide whether to touch my wife or not."

"What can be more important than Xiangxiang? Get out!" Tu San said angrily.

"What if it's about your body?" Yan Ziyu approached, "Uncle San, don't you think it's important?"

"What's the meaning?"

Tu San stood up from the couch, his clothes half hung around his waist, revealing his chest muscles covered in red rash.

Qi Haolin, who was tightly held by Luo Qingli, broke away from her, entered the room and placed a cold sword in front of Yan Ziyu.

Yan Ziyu glanced at him lightly, then continued to approach Tu San with his sword in hand, keeping his voice low between the three of them.

"I can cure your hidden illness."

Tu San's expression changed subtly. He had a hidden illness, and not many people knew about it.

His fierce eyes suddenly turned to Luo Qingli who followed him into the house.

Luo Qingli was so frightened that she trembled, but she still had the courage to run into the house.

"That's not what she said." Yan Ziyu's eyes turned to Tu San and he said softly, "You have sores on your skin and bad breath when you go to the toilet...Does Uncle San still want me to continue talking in front of everyone?"

Tu San's face became extremely ugly, "Haolin stays, you two go out first."

Luo Qingli loosened Ruan Ningxiang's ties, briefly bandaged her injured hand with a handkerchief, and hurriedly pulled her out.

Ruan Ningxiang looked at Yan Ziyu worriedly. Yan Ziyu stood proudly with his hands behind his back, like a green bamboo, and never glanced at her.

Ruan Ningxiang guessed that since Yan Ziyu dared to follow them up the mountain and continue to wade through the muddy water, he had already planned his escape.

It's useless for her to worry.

Ruan Ningxiang casually tore a strip of cloth from her underwear and quickly pulled her loose hair into a bun.

Ruan Ningxiang said: "Sister Luo, where is Aran being held?"

Zhao Jingran was not in his Fuyun Peak, but had been under house arrest by Tu San in a firewood shed in the Chiyun Peak Villa where Tu San lived.

Not far away.

With Luo Qingli leading the way, no one stopped them.

After not seeing each other for a few days, Zhao Jingran lost a lot of weight, the stubble on the corners of his mouth sprouted, and he completely lost the high-spirited young look he used to have.

"They didn't make things difficult for you, did they?" Zhao Jingran stood up, the blood stains on his white clothes had long since dried.

Ruan Ningxiang felt relieved when she saw that Zhao Jingran had only lost some weight and did not see any obvious injuries.

Ruan Ningxiang shook her head and hid her hand that was simply wrapped with a handkerchief behind her back. To make a long story short, "Is there anyone else among us that Tu San doesn't know about?"

"Since the death of the second master and the loss of half of the eight eagle guards, the Ruan family has secretly trained the four secret guards." Zhao Jingran said, "Hou Zi and I are one of them."

Hou Zi's original name is Hou Zhiyong. Because he is thin, everyone calls him Skinny Monkey.

"What about the other two?" Ruan Ningxiang was looking forward to a miracle.

"Dead." Zhao Jingran said, "Died in the previous assassinations, but they did not reveal his identity."

Before dying, he was willing to become a stepping stone for another shadow candidate to gain Tu San's trust.

That is the cruel truth, and it is also a thing of the past. There is no point in talking about it after failure.

Zhao Jingran paused and continued: "Only Hou Zi hid the deepest, gained Tu San's trust, and became one of his personal guards. In that assassination, I led someone to assassinate him, but in fact I took advantage of the chaos.

, I was looking for an opportunity for Hou Zi to strike, but unfortunately, Qi Haolin’s sword next to Tu San was too fast, and Hou Zi’s hand was off by an inch, injuring the person, but not killing him.”

"Is there really nothing you can do?" The light in Ruan Ningxiang's eyes was dimming.

Zhao Jingran shook his head, "That man is stupid and loyal, and he is very difficult to deal with."

"Actually, he is not completely like this." Luo Qingli, who had been silent, suddenly said.

Ruan Ningxiang looked over and said, "Sister Luo, do you know him very well?"

"I don't know much about it." Luo Qingli frowned slightly. She didn't know what to say and hesitated for a while, "But every time he comes with Tu San, he always brings a gadget to An An. I'm thinking about him.

Maybe you have your own children, or you may have had them before.”

Zhao Jingran slapped his forehead and said, "When you said that, I remembered that Hou Zi once told me that Qi Haolin had a wife before, but she has been dead for several years."

"How did you die?" Ruan Ningxiang asked.

"I don't know." Zhao Jingran sat down towards the haystack again, "Houzi only saw him burning paper by the river at night, putting out river lanterns and praying for blessings. Her wife's name seems to be... Yanniang."

Ruan Ningxiang tried her best to miss every information point. She did not stay here for too long, and hurried back with Luo Qingli.

…

Yan Ziyu felt Tu San's pulse through a layer of clothes, "If I guess correctly, Third Uncle was injured before. Although the analgesic medicine you took can help you sleep, it is extremely toxic and the remaining poison accumulates.

If it is triggered but not released, it has become a hidden disease today."

Yan Ziyu narrowed her eyes, moved closer to his ear, and continued: "If this disease continues, it will range from being incapacitated for life to a severe case of intestinal perforation and abdominal rot."

Upon hearing this, Tu San's face suddenly turned pale and he scratched his itchy skin, "Is there any treatment?"

"Since I can tell you about the hidden illness of the great master, I naturally have a way to cure it, but..." Looking at Tu San's longing eyes, Yan Ziyu deliberately slowed down his speech, "Sickness comes like a mountain falling, and getting rid of it is like convulsions.

Si, this residual poison must be cleaned up slowly."

"Slow?" Tu San asked anxiously, "How long will it take?"

"Three months." Three months was enough time for him to plan. Yan Ziyu's deep eyes were full of undercurrents, "After three months, if the third master's illness is cured, he still needs to promise to let me go safely... We husband and wife

The two of them left."

"That's natural."

"There are limited medicinal materials here. I need to go down the mountain to buy them, so I still need the freedom to enter and leave Yundu Mountain." Yan Ziyu added.

"It's easy to say." Tu San took a bronze medal with the word 'Tu' on it and threw it to him, "However, now that Yundu Mountain has just experienced a catastrophe, I am afraid that there are remnants of Han Su's party at the foot of the mountain. In this way, I am sending two

The guards are here to protect you."

"Then thank Sandang...you should change your name to Big Boss."

Yan Ziyu smiled calmly and picked up the silver hairpin left by Ruan Ningxiang. The small blade was stained with bright red blood.

Tu San didn't completely trust Yan Ziyu, but his illness was really tormenting him.

I also saw a lot of doctors during this period, but in this southern territory, there are many bandits, and there are not many doctors who can treat patients.
Chapter completed!