Peng Bo's words can be reverberated a thousand times and stirred in the heart.
Dare not and unwilling are two completely different artistic conceptions.
Nie Lijian did not dare to speak rashly again, for fear that Peng Bo would catch him again.
Simply, Peng Bo didn't hold on to him. He just looked at him pitifully for a while, then lay down on his side.
"You guys go down, I'm tired, Marshal, so I need to rest." Peng Bo's voice was cold and tired: "If there is no summons from me these days, Mr. Nie will not have to enter the camp for the time being."
Nie Lijian said yes and pulled Lin Chu away without hesitation.
The two of them walked to the big tent, and behind them, Peng Bo called Lin Chu without any warning.
Lin Chu seemed unaware, his steps were not messy at all, and he passed by the soldiers who rushed into the camp.
"Young Marshal, where is Lin Chu?" The soldiers looked at the tent and stood ready.
Peng Bo groaned: "I saw it wrong, Lin Chu is not here."
Lin Chu walked steadily out of the camp under the scorching gaze from behind.
It wasn't until the carriage left the Tianshu Army camp far away that Nie Lijian let out a long sigh of relief.
He looked at Lin Chu and frowned: "Do you want to die?"
"Of course I am here to protect Mr. Nie." Lin Chu put down his riding whip, leaned against the car door, and let the carriage move forward freely.
Nie Lijian hummed and looked away. He didn't intend to tell her apart anymore, but he heard a cold voice speaking word by word in his ear.
"You did a good job today, and you will definitely not regret it in the future."
Nie Lizhen raised his eyebrows: "I'm not doing it for you!"
Lin Chu raised her lips: "Don't worry, I'll ask Ruyi to come see you when I get back."
"That's the best!" Nie Lijian turned his head away angrily and even closed his eyes. His whole body was filled with resistance to riding with Lin Chu.
Lin Chu refused to understand his anger: "What do you think of Peng Juhua's illness?"
"Peng...what?" Nie Lijian was stunned.
"That's Peng Bo."
Nie Lijie was silent. Suddenly he thought that Peng Bo loved chrysanthemums so much that everything around him must have chrysanthemum patterns. The name Peng Juhua was very appropriate.
But, if you dare to give Peng Cheng's only son such a name, I am afraid that only Lin Chu will be the only one in the world.
"You have been diagnosing him for a long time, and what have you found?"
Nie Li lowered his eyelashes half-way: "I told you before that he was too worn out inside and couldn't sleep at night. He has been injured over the years, but he was just dawdling about."
"Can you tell what kind of poison he was poisoned with?"
Nie Lijie pondered for a moment and shook his head: "The symptoms displayed by his body are all like poisoning, but no toxins can be detected."
"Since there is no toxin, why do you think he was poisoned?"
"Everyone knows that Marshal Peng's wife died of poisoning. It is normal that fetal poisoning is difficult to get rid of."
Lin Chu narrowed his eyes: "Have you ever thought that maybe he... wasn't poisoned?"
Nie Lijie frowned, and a bright light suddenly appeared in his eyes: "Lijie almost forgot that the Sixth Master is the only son of the Saint of Nanqing. The medical skills of the Shenpong Pharmaceutical Bureau are unparalleled in the world. I wonder what the Sixth Master has to say about this matter?"
Lin Chu pursed his lips.
There is no poisoning, but there are signs of poisoning everywhere. Gu insects can also handle this phenomenon. But... she has not carefully examined Peng Bo's body, so she cannot make a casual conclusion.
What's more, she is not interested in the life and death of the arrogant and perverted Ju.
She raised her eyebrows and looked at Nie Lijian: "He really won't live to be thirty?"
