Lin Chu nodded: "Mr. Nie is an honored guest, so the people around you must be treated well. I just asked her to sleep for a while, and someone will treat her well."
Nie Lizhan smiled: "Li Zhan certainly trusts Mr. Lin Liu."
"I believe you know why I came to you."
Lin Chushi suddenly said: "I have always admired Mr. Nie, and we do not speak secretly. I have done you such a big favor, and now is the time for you to repay me."
Nie Li frame raised his eyebrows: "When did Master Lin Liu help Li frame?"
"Huh?"
Lin Chu smiled lightly and stared at Nie Lijie for a moment: "A few months ago, didn't Mr. Nie ask me to help you deal with King Rouran? Now King Rouran is dead. Shouldn't Mr. Nie repay me? Or..."
"
Her eyes narrowed, and there was a hint of sarcasm in her eyes: "In other words, you Beimo people have always been ungrateful people who don't care about what they say?"
Nie Li framed his words for a moment, and it took a long time before a bitter smile appeared on his lips.
"I have heard that Mr. Lin Liu is eloquent and eloquent, and he never shows mercy when speaking. It would be unwise to argue with you."
"Be more confident." Lin Chu said with a calm expression, "Douwu, you can't even do it."
Nie Lijian's mouth twitched and he tried his best to keep calm: "How can you tell... that I am from the Northern Desert?"
He slowly raised his head, as if trying to break Lin Chu's heart, but everything was in vain. He sighed quietly.
"I never told you this."
"But you never hid it."
Lin Chuhun didn't care: "Although King Rouran is dangerous, he is just a lost dog after leaving the Northern Desert."
"He caused chaos in the government, but could not pose a real threat to other countries. Who else wants him to die the most?"
"You deliberately approached Peng Cheng because you just wanted to use him for help."
Lin Chu narrowed his eyes and suddenly approached Nie Lijie: "Who are you working for? Bei Mo Khan? Or... He Lianchen?"
Nie Lizhen pursed his lips slightly, his expression as calm as water: "This question has nothing to do with today's gathering."
"Indeed not."
Lin Chu nodded: "I invite Mr. Nie here just to ask for a favor. I wonder if Mr. Nie is willing to show his favor."
Nie Lizhen sighed: "I seem... to have no room for rejection."
"Master Lin Liu, please speak. If you want me to do something detrimental to Marshal Peng, please don't speak out. Li frame doesn't have that ability."
Lin Chuhe chuckled: "I naturally know that Mr. Nie cannot handle such a dangerous matter. I invite you here today because I have something to ask you."
Nie Li lowered his eyebrows and said, "Please speak."
"You went in and out of the Tianshu Army camp several times under the banner of seeking medical treatment. Is anyone really sick in the Tianshu Army?"
Nie Lijian's voice paused for a moment, and he raised his eyes to look at Lin Chu: "Can I not say it?"
Lin Chu smiled lightly: "You can try it."
Nie Lijian's expression changed slightly, and he lowered his eyes again for a long time: "The sick person is Marshal Peng."
"really."
Lin Chu was not surprised by this answer.
She had dealt with Peng Bo several times, and the little chrysanthemum's complexion was too pale, and her lips were extremely pigmented, and it looked like she would not live long.
Her fingers tapped on the small table in the car, and the tapping sound made Nie Li's back feel like a thorn in his back.
He took a deep breath and said softly: "Mrs. Peng Bo was in poor health and took a lot of medicine to give birth to Peng Bo."
"Although the young marshal was able to survive, he was born weak due to the overdose of drugs in the fetus, crying day and night, and was prone to illness."
"As he grew up, his condition worsened. He was often tortured by illness and could not sleep at night. In recent years, his illnesses have become more frequent, and his health has been deteriorating. He was already at the end of his strength. But he was severely injured by you a few months ago, and now he can hardly even sleep in bed.