Quick Transmute: Thousands of Charms and Baimei System

Rescue the sick son-in-law 1-6

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On the official road in the suburbs of Beijing, the sound of hooves, and the galloping horses startled the insects and birds in the dense forest beside the road.
    Hidden by dense forests, intertwined branches followed the galloping horses back quickly, and an official carriage marked with the logo of Yan Mansion gradually appeared in the field of vision.
    Hearing the news of the spies' return, Yan San's expression became more and more ugly, and after hearing the coughing sound from inside the carriage, Yan San's eyes showed a serious look of worry.
    The door of the carriage was opened, and a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine came out. Yan San looked at the doctor Zhang who came out of the carriage, and immediately went up to meet him, and asked in a low voice, "Doctor Zhang, what is my master now?" Situation."
    Zhang Qian held the medicine box in his hand, his face was solemn, his brows were tightened, and his tone was serious and solemn, "Young master is in a bad condition now, with a persistent high fever and relapse of old diseases. Although the condition has been temporarily controlled, if If you don’t get a good rest as soon as possible, you may relapse.”
    Yan San was also anxious when he heard this, and he couldn’t help asking in a raised voice, “As my young master’s personal physician, why didn’t you discover the abnormality of the young master’s body in advance. What's the matter, the Yan family has nothing to do with you..."
    "You..." Zhang Qian was so angry at Yan San, his old face was flushed with anger, he was in his 40s and 50s, and now he was attacked by a man in his early twenties The young man scolded him without face, which almost made him spit out a mouthful of old blood angrily.
    "What are you?" Yan San was about to reply, when he heard a man's hoarse voice from inside the carriage. His voice was neither soft nor heavy, but Yan San, who was originally emotional, died down immediately, "Yan San Three, don't be unreasonable."
    "Master~" Yan San immediately lost his temper, and his worry was palpable, "But master, your body?" As soon as
    Yan San finished speaking, he heard a man coughing again from inside the carriage Hearing the sound, his eyes suddenly turned scarlet.
    "Master, something happened to the official road closest to Beijing, and it collapsed. I'm afraid it's impossible to rush back to the capital today."
    Yan San returned the bad news that the spies had just sent to the man, and his heart was also in a state of confusion. The master returned to Beijing for some reason this time, but he never expected such twists and turns. A crime worthy of death.
    "Yan San, don't be in a hurry to return to Beijing. We have been working hard for so many days and nights. If it doesn't work, we can find an empty place to rest..." The man's tone was cold and clear, as if he didn't take his own safety into consideration at all.
    "But master..." Yan San was still about to say something, but Zhang Qian, who was scolded by him as a quack doctor, had a flash of inspiration, "I remember that there is a nunnery nearby. Although the place is not big, it can serve as a foothold That's enough."
    Yan San licked his lips, looked at Zhang Qian with a slightly better expression, and pleaded, "Master, in this case, why don't you go to the nunnery to rest as Doctor Zhang said." The
    carriage There was silence for a while, and it took a long time to hear the man's sigh, "Let's go..."
    Yan San was overjoyed when he got the master's words, and he was slightly relieved, and then he ordered the people below to go to the direction of the nunnery go.
    In a small courtyard of the nunnery, a maidservant girl was cleaning the fallen leaves in front of the courtyard. After a while, a little nun in a dark Taoist uniform appeared.
    The little nun was only about twelve or thirteen years old, she was fresh and immature, yet with a calm maturity that did not belong to her peers.
    "Sister Qingzhu, some special guests came to visit today, and they said they wanted to stay overnight in the nunnery. Now they have been placed in the lobby by Sister Qiutang." The maid called Qingzhu paused after hearing this, and
    put Putting the broom aside, she washed her hands with water from a basin beside her, and said casually, "A special guest?" "I heard from
    Sister Qiutang that it was from the Yan family in the capital." The little nun seemed to have thought of it as she spoke. What, "I heard it was because someone was sick on the road, so I wanted to stay overnight in the nunnery."
    After hearing this, Qingzhu had a general idea, knocked on the door, and opened the door to enter after hearing the voice of the master from inside the house.
    The house is spacious and bright, and you can see everything at a glance.
    On the bed, a woman in white was lying with her neck on her neck, her black hair scattered freely like a waterfall. The woman was holding a book in her hand, and she was flipping through it page by page.
    Hearing the voice, Ye Qiqi didn't raise her head, her tone was cold and flat, "What's wrong?"
    Qingzhu looked at the master on the bed, and reproduced exactly what the little nun said just now, and finally asked, "" Miss, are you going to take a look?"
    "What are you looking at?" Ye Qiqi raised her beautiful eyes, threw the drawing book in her hand aside, and said in a lazy and casual tone, "Your lady is not interested in those people in the city."
    "Miss..." Qingzhu blushed, knowing that her miss had misunderstood her words, and quickly explained, "Miss, those guests are from the Yan family, and the leader seems to have fallen ill on the way..."
    While talking, Qingzhu didn't forget to secretly look at Ye Qiqi's face. Seeing that her lady was indifferent, she could only sigh and said, "I know Miss, Qingzhu went to clean the yard." After Qingzhu left, Ye Qiqi was slow
    . Tun Tun got down from the bed, looked at the faint incense on the table, and was in a daze.
    In the Yan family, the corners of Ye Qiqi's lips twitched into self-mockery. If she was a princess and had any relationship with that family, she might be shunned by that family now.
    Five years ago, the imperial concubine Ye Wan, who was her own mother and concubine, was demoted to the cold palace for murdering the royal heir, and the Ye family behind Ye Wan was also angered by the emperor, and all of them were demoted to the border.
    The power of the Ye family in the court collapsed in an instant, and I, who had a marriage contract with the second son of the Yan family, was almost deprived of the title of princess and demoted to a commoner.
    If it wasn't for her master, Master Yuehua's words to save her, the second princess would have disappeared long ago in the world.
    Now although she retains the title of princess, she is not favored. After Jiji, she left the palace and lived in the princess mansion, and her engagement with the second son of the Yan family was naturally broken five years ago.
    Now she has nothing to do with the Yan family, even if the people staying in the nunnery today are from the Yan family, so what, thinking of this, Ye Qiqi couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.
    It was night, everything was quiet, Ye Qiqi in night clothes walked away quietly under the stars and moonlight.
    Walking to a place with few lights and shadows, Ye Qiqi calmed down her aura with a steady figure.
    In the room, Zhang Qian took Yan Xun's pulse and checked it carefully, "Master, this is a disease brought out from the mother's womb. Although it is under control now, the young master's body can no longer bear another illness. It's gone..."
    Yan Xun didn't express much after hearing this. No one knew better about his body than him. After so many years of torture, he had lost interest in life and death. Maybe it's not possible to try, but it's not possible yet...
    "Don't tell my grandmother about my illness, she is getting old and can't bear too much fear." Yan Xun glanced at Zhang Qian, the meaning behind the two people's words I understand.
    It wasn't until the conversation between the two of them was over that Yan Xun collapsed on the bed as if he had been relieved of all his strength. His face was pale, and he felt a chill all over his body. The corners of his mouth twitched and he smiled wryly.