Chapter 157 With this magic weapon, we will surely be able to kill everyone in the world
After eating and drinking to her heart's content, Jiang Zhiyu's anger also dissipated.
Holding her big belly, she burped.
He Yanting sat quietly opposite her and watched her eat.
A light smile, gentle and calm.
"Have you eaten well?"
"Not bad, burp..."
He Yanting raised the corners of his mouth, and the amplitude was a little larger.
He gently shook his folding fan and spoke seemingly casually.
"I heard that a woman went to your hospital yesterday to treat...hidden illness?"
Jiang Zhiyu looked at him warily.
[This guy, will he plant spies in my hospital? ]
Alarm bells rang loudly.
He Yanting smiled and explained:
"He is just curious, this woman can also have 'kidney deficiency'?"
Jiang Zhiyu's vigilance was slightly reduced, and she straightened her waist proudly.
"Of course, women are not worthy of changing love madness?"
Even He Yanting, who was used to hearing her crazy words, was stunned for a moment.
Then he chose to filter it out automatically.
"The grand ceremony is coming soon. I wonder if Jiang Shishu has a plan to deal with it?"
Jiang Zhiyu threw away the handkerchief, clapped his hands and stood up.
"Nothing to tell you!"
He Yanting naturally stood up and followed closely.
Back at Xu's house, He Yanting met with Grand Tutor Xu, and then followed Jiang Zhiyu to Jiang Kang'an's yard.
The imperial edict had been delivered in the morning.
Jiang Kang'an was also waiting for Jiang Zhiyu.
When he saw He Yanting coming with him.
Thinking of the courtyard he gave to Jiang Zhiyu, Jiang Kangan suddenly became defensive.
"I don't know if you are sorry for not welcoming Minister He to your visit."
"We both serve the emperor, so there is no need to be so polite, brother Kangan. Besides... my leg was cured by your sister."
Jiang Kangan heard this and smiled.
"Coincidentally, me too. Not only my leg, but also the more than ten kinds of poisons in my body... were cured by my sister!"
The two of them seemed to be polite, but secretly they were competing.
Jiang Zhiyu smelled gunpowder and couldn't help but want to watch the show.
[What's there to compare! Let's fight~]
[Hey, fight, fight! How exciting it would be if the two famous generals of Tianqi fought... This is a plot that is not even in the original plot! ]
The two who heard Jiang Zhiyu's inner voice were both shocked.
Then they all relaxed at the same time.
"Ahfu, make some tea... He Shangshu, please."
"Brother Kang'an, please."
Jiang Zhiyu saw that there was no more excitement.
She was too lazy to listen to their daily business bragging, as she was still busy with Ji Xiurong's follow-up consultation.
After greeting Jiang Kang'an, she was about to go back to her own courtyard.
Unexpectedly, she was blocked by "Master Wujing" as soon as she stepped out of the door.
"Hey, Third Miss! I finally caught your shadow!"
Jiang Zhiyu shook his hand away in disgust.
"What are you doing? Just say it!"
Wu Jing then mysteriously pushed Jiang Zhiyu to a corner and whispered in panic:
"Miss San, how did it get to the point where you have to fight a duel? You even want to see the Holy Driver... I can't do it! I'm just a fake monk..."
Seeing that the monk was so anxious that he started to chant the spell to tighten the headband, Jiang Zhiyu frowned and raised her little hand.
"Hold on! We can win!"
Wu Jing couldn't help but coil the Buddhist beads, bent over, and looked at Jiang Zhiyu anxiously.
But Jiang Zhiyu took out a pair of completely transparent portable miniature walkie-talkies from her purse slowly.
Although the material of the walkie-talkie is as transparent as glass, it is light and soft, and its shape can be changed by kneading.
And the size is only the size of an adult's little fingernail.
The strange material of the walkie-talkie made Wujing study it over and over again.
Finally, she couldn't help but ask:
"Miss San... what is this?"
Jiang Zhiyu put away the cat-head purse and stared at the walkie-talkie in a trance.
This is...
the communication equipment that the captain equipped them with in the past. It
can be used for command when hunting monsters or team battles.
I really didn't expect that I would still use this here...
Seeing old things will inevitably remind me of the past.
Jiang Zhiyu took a deep breath, restrained her sadness, and stopped thinking about it.
Picked up a walkie-talkie and put it into Wujing's ear.
Then she put the remaining one on herself.
"Can you hear it?"
Jiang Zhiyu spoke softly, and her voice was divided into two parts.
Through the air and the walkie-talkie, it was transmitted to the monk's ears respectively.
The monk was still in a daze at first, and then he lay like a tree sloth...
his mouth slowly opened, and his eyes widened.
"Eh? Third Miss! I..."
This roar almost shattered Jiang Zhiyu's eardrums.
She hurriedly pulled out the intercom from her ear and slapped the monk hard.
"Speak softly!"
The monk nodded repeatedly, took out the intercom, and held it carefully in his palm.
He asked in surprise.
"Third Miss... what kind of magic weapon is this? How can it be so magical?"
Jiang Zhiyu frowned and complained in disgust.
"You look like you've never been to the street... Use this at the ceremony, and follow my instructions!"
"Okay... okay! With this magic weapon, we will definitely be able to kill everyone!"
Jiang Zhiyu didn't comment, turned around and went back to her own yard.
Just when she wanted to ask Zhu Ying what happened to Ji Xiurong's face, she saw her coming towards her in a panic.
"Miss! Miss... You are back, please go and see, Miss Ji..."
"What's wrong with her?"
Zhu Ying couldn't describe it for a while, and stammered and couldn't make sense.
Jiang Zhiyu had to go and see for herself.
When she arrived, Ji Xiurong was lying on the bed vomiting.
Jiang Zhiyu hurried over, and the maids hurriedly stopped her.
"Miss! Miss, don't get close to dirty things..."
Ji Xiurong also looked up at her apologetically.
The cautiousness and cowardice in her eyes made Jiang Zhiyu feel distressed.
She glanced at the maid who said this with a reproachful look and gently scolded her.
"I am a doctor, how can I despise the dirty wounds?"
The maid knew that she had said the wrong thing, and quickly stepped back two steps to make way for Jiang Zhiyu.
Jiang Zhiyu quickly came to the bedside and knew it at a glance.
"Ah... It's okay, it's the toxins accumulated in your body, just spit it out and it will be fine."
Ji Xiurong's eyes flashed with surprise, and then nodded in understanding.
Thank you softly.
"Thank you, Miss, I will use the medicine well."
Such a well-behaved girl made Jiang Zhiyu feel distressed.
She vomited so badly, but she didn't complain at all...
"Do you know who poisoned you?"
In fact, Jiang Zhiyu knew in her heart that it must be her stepmother with a scorpion heart!
Ji Xiurong had obviously thought of it, but she hesitated for a moment and shook her head.
Jiang Zhiyu stopped asking questions and just told her to have a good rest.
He carefully examined her face and encouraged her excitedly.
"Wow, you've recovered very well!"
[It seems that I didn't find the wrong person. Her perseverance and loyalty are worthy of my trust.]
Ji Xiurong suddenly widened her eyes.
It seemed to be like this last night. Occasionally, she could hear a few words of Miss Jiang's voice with a little echo.
But she didn't dare to look up at her last night, but today she really saw it...
Miss Jiang didn't say a word!
What's going on?
She was still in shock, but she heard something that made her panic even more——
[The original plot said that Ji Xiuling was entangled with the Sixth Prince in order to avenge her brother Ji Zhanzhong, and the fight would not end until one of them died... Now that I have forcibly intervened, I wonder if the Sixth Prince will be attracted to her again as the plot says.]
Ji Xiurong: !!!