"I asked you two, can you please restrain yourself?"

King Guangling looked at Jiang Zhou and Qu Qingluo with some amusement as they looked at each other.

Now he has come to understand why Jiang Zhou felt disgusted and disgusted with him.

Obviously the last time we met, he was quite easy to get along with.

After seeing the huge difference between Qu Qingluo, a saint's attitude towards him and towards Jiang Zhou, King Guangling felt that he had been stuffed with a mouthful of sour plums.

Look at this appearance, this Nine Heavens Saint, who has attracted so many high-ranking heroes and disciples of the Immortal Family in the world, has actually fallen into the mortal world.

If anyone knew about it, there would probably be another huge commotion.

Even he himself felt a little secretly disgusted.

but……

unacceptable!

I didn't even look at him when I asked him, but he told me everything I asked him, and even expressed my love in front of me.

King Guangling glared at Jiang Zhou resentfully.

Jiang Zhou glanced at him inexplicably and ignored this strange prince.

Use sound transmission to discuss the "female corpse" with Qu Qingluo.

It is no small matter to worship the "remaining sins" in the past.

What's more, she is still an imperial concubine, so if word spreads about it, it will definitely cause trouble.

And just like what he was talking to Qu Qingluo now.

This "female corpse" is most likely related to the tomb of the former emperor.

Otherwise it would be too much of a coincidence.

A large number of people from the Immortal Sect are scattered on the Yellow River, looking for the tomb of the former emperor.

This place is not far from the Yellow River, but a female corpse suspected to be the former sacrifice of the emperor's concubine appeared.

"Cough, cough cough..."

Jiang Zhou was having a silent discussion with Qu Qingluo, while King Guangling looked on with a feeling of displeasure.

A weak coughing sound came from the simple house next to it.

Niu Dafang's expression changed, and he hurried in regardless of Jiang Zhou and the others.

Although Jiang Zhou and Qu Qingluo did not follow, the wall could not hinder their hearing.

There was also a woman in the room, lying on a bed made of hay.

His face was bloodless, his expression was weak and painful, and there was a trace of freshly coughed up blood at the corner of his mouth.

The two of them looked at each other, and Jiang Zhou looked back at the "female corpse" in the vat, turned the two vats upside down again, took out the Michen flag, shook it at the vat, and put it in.

Then he walked towards the house.

Although King Guangling was a little disgusted, he held his nose and followed him in.

"Master...you don't have to worry about me anymore, I can't do it..."

As soon as he entered the door, he heard the woman's weak voice.

"Shut up! What are you talking nonsense about?"

"Bao'er is still young and can't be separated from others. Do you, a mother-in-law, want to let go? That's not possible. If you marry me, you will have to serve me obediently for the rest of your life."

Niu Dabao sat aside. Although his tone was rough, he was full of affection.

In his hand he held a bowl of soup made from something unknown, with a few grass-like things floating on it, and a dense patch of small ants-like insects.

King Guangling stretched his neck to take a look curiously, and his scalp suddenly became numb.

When several people came in, Niu Dabao just raised his head and ignored them.

There was a kind of numbness in his expression.

Even if they knew that Jiang Zhou and the others were noble people, they had nothing to do with him.

If such a trouble had not been discovered in his home, he would not have invited anyone in at all.

This was not the first time Jiang Zhou had seen this kind of numbness.

When he first arrived here, he lived in the wilderness and walked with the refugees for several days. He was very familiar with them.

That is numbness without hope in life, no different from the walking dead.

Compared to those refugees, Niu Dabao is pretty good.

Jiang Zhou couldn't help but said: "Brother Niu, what disease does sister-in-law have?"

"It's nothing. Most of us lowly people are like this. We can get over it after a while."

Niu Dabao raised his eyelids when he heard this, then lowered them again.

"Hey, you man, if your mother-in-law is sick, why don't you take her to see a doctor and just leave her to suffer in this miserable place?"

King Guangling couldn't stand it and cried out: "You are not sick, but you have to endure the illness! Could it be that you deliberately want to torture her to death and marry another woman as beautiful as a flower?"

Regarding his accusation, Niu Dabao just raised his eyelids and glanced at it, then ignored it.

On the other hand, the woman on the hay bed struggled to half-prop herself up. Her dim and turbid eyes glanced at the Jiangzhou people a few times before she said to Prince Guangling:

"This... noble man, I, the person in charge of my family is not like this. He is right. My illness is not a big deal. I will get over it once I get through it..."

When King Guangling heard this, he even laughed angrily.

For his rare kindness, others still didn't appreciate it.

"This is strange, Ben... I just heard you say that you were in trouble. It seems that you know that you are very ill. You are even ill, so it is not a big deal?"

The woman gave a forced smile and said, "I would like to teach you, noble man, that most lowly people like us will get this disease. They are used to it. It looks terrible. If you endure it for a while, you may get over it..."

"

King Guangling smiled and said: "Oh? What disease is so interesting? I would like to hear that most of you have it. Is it an epidemic? That is not a trivial matter."

Jiang Zhou couldn't help it any longer, stretched out his foot and stomped hard on his feet.

"Ouch!"

King Guangling immediately jumped up with his feet in his arms.

"What are you doing! You're crazy!"

Jiang Zhou was too lazy to pay attention to him, and said to Niu Dabao: "Brother Niu, my sister-in-law is indeed very ill, why don't you ask a doctor? I heard that you are working for the Niu family. The Niu family is one of the largest families in Jiangdu. Could it be that the people below

Can’t even afford a doctor?”

Niu Dabao's eyes were a little confused: "The master's family is indeed very wealthy, but what does this have to do with me?"

Jiang Zhou looked at the matter-of-factness in his expression and opened his mouth. What he wanted to say turned into a sigh.

King Guangling had now come to his senses and didn't care about Jiang Zhou's sneak attack on him. He came over and said, "Do you know what disease she has?"

Jiang Zhou glanced at him sideways and uttered two words: "Poor disease."

"The disease of poverty? What disease is this?"

King Guangling was confused and confused.

Jiang Zhou ignored him and looked at Qu Qingluo.

Qu Qingluo was looking at the woman with unbearable eyes.

Seeing Jiang Zhou looking at him, he said softly: "I have become sick due to overwork, my vitality has been exhausted, my five internal organs have been exhausted, and it is difficult to recover."

King Guangling suddenly realized: "Hey, I'm just tired and hungry. That's ridiculous."

"No, I said Niu Dashan, is this how your master treats his servants?"

"The family is guarding a mountain of gold and silver, but even the servants can't have enough to eat. This Niu Xingzu is really nothing."

Niu Xingzu is now the head of the Niu family. As the King of Guangling, there is no need to be polite.

Jiang Zhou shook his head: "Prince Guangling, not to mention the Niu family, you also have many farms. Have you ever visited them? I'm afraid they are not much better than those surnamed Niu, right?"

"impossible!"

Guang Ling stared, but the way his eyes rolled slightly showed that he was obviously feeling guilty.

He really hasn't seen it.

Jiang Zhou ignored him and pulled Qu Qingluo out of the house. He looked at the continuous fields in the distance. It was almost the harvest time and everything was golden. He couldn't help but sigh and said: "A grain of millet is planted in spring, and thousands of grains are grown in autumn."

Zi. There is no idle land in the world, and farmers are still starving to death."
Chapter completed!