The old manor master was in a wing room at the back of the villa.
His face was ashen.
His meridians were in chaos.
He was in a coma.
Xie Lige led a large group of people into the back wing and saw the situation.
He frowned and was a little surprised.
He thought for a moment.
He looked around and found that Jiang Biehe had followed him in.
"How long has he been unconscious?" Xie Lige asked with a frown.
Hua Wuque replied, "Almost three days."
Three days?
Xie Lige was relieved.
He thought to himself that fortunately, no one would die in three days.
Hua Wuque was a little puzzled as to why he asked this, but he didn't say anything.
He stood silently at the side.
After a while.
The heroes of the Jianghu also saw the old manor master on the sickbed. Some of the people who were on good terms with the old manor master were stunned.
They thought of the various situations in the manor after their good friend fainted. For a moment, sorrow came from their hearts as they looked at the graceful figure in front of them.
They hoped that the Palace Master of the Moving Flower Palace would have a good idea.
The doors of the rooms opened.
The smell of medicine gradually dispersed.
A gentle breeze blew, and the fragrance of flowers mixed with the smell of soil assaulted their nostrils.
Jiang Biehe secretly followed the crowd into the room.
He tried his best to make himself as inconspicuous as possible, suppressing his presence.
Needless to say, not many people around saw him.
Jiang Biehe hid in the crowd. He lowered his head and looked at the old manor master not far away. A trace of calculation flashed in his eyes.
At this moment.
Xie Lige was having a headache.
He didn't want to save him with his own hands.
After all, his inner strength mainly cultivated the Ice Heart, not the Cloud Shang.
Just as he was hesitating whether to switch his mental cultivation method, he saw Jiang Biehe hiding from the corner of his eye. He suddenly had an idea in his mind. He relaxed and the corners of his mouth gradually curled up.
Hua Wuque saw this smile and was silent. He said, "Little Aunt, don't smile like that."
He said in a low voice in Xie Lige's ear.
Did he smile?
Xie Lige raised his hand and touched his face. He realized that the corners of his lips had curled up. He looked at his little brat again. He didn't know when he had taken a step back and was a little away from him.
Xie Lige raised his eyebrows and said, "What's wrong?"
Hua Wu Que said calmly, "His smile is too crafty, as if he is ready to scheme against someone at any time."
Xie Lige recalled what he had been thinking about. Hua Wu Que's words didn't seem to be wrong. Since he was in a good mood, he wasn't going to argue with this child.
From the corner of his eye, he saw that Jiang Biehe was preparing to hide, so he immediately opened his mouth and stared at the other party.
Not too far away, Jiang Biehe saw that Palace Mistress Lian Xing didn't turn around for a long time, so he thought that he had escaped a calamity. Just as he was about to heave a sigh of relief, he raised his head and found that the person he had been so afraid of had turned around and was smiling at him.
Jiang Biehe couldn't help but stiffen.
Xie Lige smiled contentedly. While walking, he said, "I've heard that Hero Jiang is a righteous man, and that you have an antidote in your hand. I wonder if you can lend it to me. The Shifting Flower Palace will naturally give you a generous gift."
The chivalrous men in the room also stepped aside and looked at Palace Mistress Lian Xing of the Shifting Flower Palace. She slowly walked in front of Jiang Biehe and whispered something to him.
Unfortunately, her voice was too soft, so they couldn't hear her clearly. They could only vaguely hear that she would give him a generous gift. At that moment, a myriad of thoughts flashed through their minds.
Jiang Biehe's first reaction was to decline, but just as he was about to refuse, a pair of eyes that could see through a person's heart entered his field of vision.
He focused his eyes and found that Palace Mistress Lian Xing was already standing in front of him. The words that came out of her mouth made his heart tremble.
What was going on?
He clearly hadn't told anyone about using his internal energy to treat his injuries, so how did Palace Mistress Lian Xing know about it?
Jiang Biehe's first thought was that it was impossible, unless the person in front of him wasn't a mortal like the rumors said!
However, when he saw Lian Xing's faintly discernible smile, this thought disappeared.
Jiang Biehe was sure that Palace Mistress Lian Xing knew something.
His expression froze for a moment, but he quickly reacted and said with a smile, "It is this Jiang's honor!"
Perhaps he already knew what Palace Mistress Lian Xing wanted to do.
The chivalrous knights were puzzled. These two clearly had no relationship with each other, but they were conversing as if they were familiar with each other. Moreover, Jiang Biehe seemed to readily agree. For a moment, they wavered with hesitation in their eyes.
Xie Lige raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but sigh at Jiang Biehe's tactfulness. He felt that it might be because of the trauma that Jiang Biehe had left in his heart was too great. Perhaps it was because of his current strength, or perhaps it was because of both.
However, Xie Lige hadn't expected Jiang Biehe to make such a straightforward choice. He had originally planned to use force, but now, he sighed with regret.
How smart.
This sigh of regret was successfully heard by Jiang Biehe. His expression stiffened and a chill ran down his spine. He felt as if he was being stared at by a ferocious beast. Only then did he realize that he might have escaped a calamity.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead with lingering fear.
In order to prevent this great martial artist from having any other thoughts, Jiang Biehe stepped in front of the Manor Lord and stretched out his hand, preparing to treat the Manor Lord's injuries.
"Wait …" Someone saw this and stopped him, "What are you doing?"
Xie Lige glanced at the person who spoke. He had an ordinary face, an expression of someone who could judge everything, and someone who kept on chattering. He was the type of person that he hated the most, a clown.
His indifferent gaze shook the person who spoke, and he couldn't help but gradually lower his voice.
"Manor Lord Murong is currently sick. It's not good to …"
"Manor Lord Murong's life is at stake right now. Jiang Biehe's martial arts can be considered decent, so he can treat his injuries." Xie Lige calmly said. He glanced at the person who spoke with an imposing manner.
That person felt as if there was a thousand jin weight on his back. He couldn't help but bend down as sweat poured down like rain. His heart was filled with fear. Only now did he realize that the person who spoke was this beautiful woman in front of him.
For a moment, the hall quietened down.
Little Fishy hid behind a pillar and saw the elegant beauty who was surrounded by a crowd of people. Her complicated palace attire made her look otherworldly, and she looked down at the people below her as if they were ants. Hua Wu Que stood not far from her, following behind her with a respectful expression. The elegant beauty would turn her head and say something from time to time. Hua Wu Que would also listen attentively, nodding his head from time to time and showing an expression of agreement.
Little Yu 'er felt as if they were from the same world.
It was almost noon.
Some of the chivalrous people had been waiting for too long and were impatiently pacing back and forth.
The situation was that the Manor Lord was still unconscious on the bed.
However, no one left.
Xie Lige stood for a while. Seeing that Jiang Biehe had not finished treating his injuries, he didn't want to wait any longer. He knew that the Manor Lord would definitely succeed.
Xie Lige looked up at the sky and said, "Wu Que."
Hua Wu Que was deep in thought when he heard the voice. He immediately replied, "Aunt?"
"Come …" Xie Lige beckoned with his hand.
Hua Wu Que arrived in front of him.
Xie Lige quietly grabbed Zaizai and walked outside. Along the way, the crowd dispersed. When they reached the door, Xie Lige suddenly thought of something. He turned his head and saw the two people hiding behind the pillar like hamsters. He raised his chin and said, "You two come here too."
The duo immediately stood up obediently when they were suddenly called out.
"Yes!"
The two people didn't even dare to look at each other.
Along the way, they followed the imposing father and son like little wives. Behind them were the white-clothed maids who were holding baskets of flowers. They walked to the door.
"You all can leave."
Xie Lige frowned and looked at the large group of people who were aggressive.