"General."
A soldier came running quickly towards them.
Liu Moyang and the others, who had been secretly watching, frowned and scolded him lightly when they saw him like this: "What's the rush? You have no manners."
The soldier then slowed his pace and came to the door, saying, "Reporting to the General, there is a chivalrous man outside the camp who claims to be your uncle."
He Fengmian, who was tormenting people and had a cold and fierce expression, paused: "Uncle."
He tossed the arrow to Chu Yi beside him and said, "You do it."
He strode outwards.
He had expected his uncle to send the Four Protectors to kill Yan San, but he never expected that he would come in person.
Thinking of his uncle, his steps became lighter.
Upon arriving at the camp gate, he saw Luo Mingwei and several familiar elders and greeted them with a smile: "Uncle, Uncle Huo, Uncle Ye."
“Simple.” Ming Mingwei was a handsome middle-aged man nearing fifty.
It's said that nephews resemble their uncles. When the two stand together, they look almost identical, not to mention their height.
He stepped forward and hugged his nephew, whom he hadn't seen for over a year: "Good lad, you've grown taller again."
"Yes." He Fengmian let him pat his back.
The Azure Dragon Envoy, Minghuo, was a tall, robust, middle-aged man with a square face.
The Xuanwu Envoy, Mingye, was a handsome, fair-skinned middle-aged man. The two looked at him with affection and couldn't help but sigh, "He used to be a kid who loved climbing trees and stealing birds' nests, but I never imagined he would grow up like this."
People unconsciously recalled his childhood.
For a while, He Yuyu and Luo Mingfu were too busy, and this kid was too mischievous.
No one could control him, so they had to send him to the Moon Nether Sect to be looked after by his maternal grandfather and uncle, and at the same time let the boy learn some kung fu.
In those years, this kid was as mischievous as pickled vegetables. He would often dress up as a ghost and scare the disciples in the sect into screaming, or shave half of the eyebrows of the White Tiger Envoy, Mingya, or catch a snake to scare the Vermilion Bird Envoy, Mingyue, making the sect a mess and infuriating the envoys.
But aside from being mischievous, he's a good kid.
So when they look at their children whom they haven't seen for many years, they feel a deep warmth in their hearts.
He Fengmian seemed to recall the happy times of his childhood, and with a nostalgic look in his eyes, he welcomed several elders and disciples of the same generation into the military camp.
And the group was indeed pursuing Yan San.
Mentioning this person, Luo Mingwei's face darkened, and he said coldly, "This person is very cunning. It took us a lot of effort to find him, but we didn't expect that he would get away after injuring your Aunt Yue."
Enraged, he came over personally, vowing not to return to Christianity until he found that bastard.
He Fengmian asked with concern, "Is Aunt Yue alright?"
The Vermilion Bird Envoy, Mingyue, is a beautiful and charming woman skilled in using a whip.
Seeing his concern, Xuanwu, the husband, looked much better and said, "Your Aunt Yue is fine."
Only then was he relieved, and he led several elders to the room where Yan San was imprisoned.
At this moment, Yan San's kneecap was crushed by an arrow, and he fainted again from the pain. Everyone quickly prepared the medicine that Shu Lan had prepared and forced it down Yan San's throat.
When Luo Mingwei and the others arrived, they saw Yan San in this miserable state, neither alive nor dead.
After a moment of stunned silence, he burst into laughter.
He said "Good, good, good" several times in succession.
The visuals made them feel extremely comfortable, and the suffocating feeling that had made him want to escape over the past few days immediately dissipated.
Luo Mingwei then asked curiously, "Jian Xing, how did you manage to capture Yan San?"
He Fengmian didn't hide anything, and then the three old guys immediately became gossipy: "So, you found out about him when you were with my nephew's wife on a moonlit night, when you were deeply in love, your feelings were sweet and tender, and you were inseparable, right?"
After reciting so many idioms related to romance, Master Luo didn't even break a sweat, which shows his extensive knowledge of love gossip.
He Fengmian: "..."
Seeing his expression, the three elders patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, your uncle knows you're marrying a girl from the Xie family, but it doesn't matter. As long as you like her, your uncle won't object."
In his letter, my eldest nephew said that my younger nephew and the Xie family's daughter had a deep and touching relationship, a love stronger than gold, and that it moved heaven and earth.
When he and the old man finished reading the letter, they were both shocked. They thought to themselves, "Jian Xing is quite something. He's become more and more withdrawn since his parents' accident, but I never expected him to be so passionate when he finds a girl he likes."
Although he didn't like Xie Huilin, he believed that a daughter shouldn't pay for her father's debts, and as long as his nephew's wife was a good person, he didn't mind.
Thinking of this, even the half-dead Yan San lost interest and asked with great enthusiasm, "Where is my nephew's wife?"
Meanwhile, Dr. Shu, the nephew's wife who was being thought of, arrived at the Cao residence in a carriage.
Looking at Madam Cao lying on the bed, her complexion was better than before, but she was still pale and her lips were dark.
Shulan sat there, taking his pulse and asking, "Did he wake up yesterday?"
Cao Yaozu shook his head, his tone filled with disappointment: "No."
Shulan withdrew her hand and said, "Don't worry, although Madam Cao still has some residual poison in her body, she is no longer in mortal danger and should wake up this afternoon."
Upon learning that he would wake up this afternoon, Cao Yaozu was very happy, but also asked with some concern, "What about the remaining poison in his body?"
Seeing his worried expression, she said, "The remaining poison has damaged my internal organs. I need to recuperate for three years, but it's impossible for me to be back to my former self."
Even Cao Yaozu knew this: "Being able to snatch someone back from the jaws of death is already a testament to Dr. Shu's superb medical skills. I'm just worried about Wan Shu."
Shulan bluntly stated, "A mental illness requires a mental cure, and the one who tied the knot must untie it."
She probably knows why Madam Cao took poison, and because of that, even if she were saved now, if Madam Cao wanted to die again or had no will to live, there's nothing she can do.
Cao Yaozu smiled wryly: "I know, I just didn't expect Wanshu to be so unable to accept it."
He lowered his head, his voice tinged with bitterness: "I'm the one who wronged him."
Shulan patted his shoulder: "It's all up to us. Let's wait until she wakes up and see."
What if they've died once and come to a realization?
Cao Yaozu knew that this was the only way, so he had the steward bring over a hundred taels of silver: "Thank you for your hard work, Doctor Shu, during this time."
But this time, he intended to use the money to curry favor with the general's wife.
Shulan accepted it without hesitation: "Of course, don't worry, you can rest assured about Madam Cao's health."
Wow, two hundred taels of silver for two days!
If there were more Cao Yaozus, I could easily make a clean getaway and die later.
Then, as she happily left with the silver box, she saw General He at the door, along with three middle-aged handsome men beside him who were smiling excessively at her.
"???" Shulan looked at General He, who had a helpless expression.
What's going on?
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