Chapter 45 Why is he meddling in Zhao's affairs?
"The fire is coming! Someone come quickly! Quickly!!"
The fire spread from Mr. Zhao's house like poured water. The night wind was blowing fiercely, and huge tongues of flames were engulfing every corner of the yard.
Zhao Jianji ran out of the room wearing the soaked quilt that the servant had covered him with. He was out of breath after only a few dozen steps, but fortunately he escaped.
"Huh - those who survive a great disaster will surely have good fortune in the future, God bless you!!"
Basins of water were poured into the fire one after another.
Just when Zhao Jianji was feeling lucky to have saved his life, the servant who always served Zhao Xiaosi became extremely anxious. When he saw Zhao Jianji, he ran and shouted, "Master, something bad has happened! Master, something bad has happened!!"
Zhao Jianji threw away the wet quilt, wiped his fat face covered with fire ash, and slapped the yelling servant: "What are you yelling about! It's all your fault, you have a bad mouth. The fire is burning, why don't you help me put it out!!"
The servant covered his face and said, "No, sir! The young master is gone!"
"What? Look for it! Look for it quickly!! What are you still standing there for?!"
The Zhao residence was in a mess.
This night is destined to be restless.
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At that time, Han Weiwei was lighting an oil candle in the house. Several medical history books with slightly yellowed pages were spread out under the lamp. While comparing the contents recorded in the books, she held a brush dipped in ink, thought, and wrote down her own views.
“Knock knock.”
At the same time, two weak knocks were heard outside the door.
Han Weiwei's pen trembled, and the dripping ink quickly spread out into a dark mass on the paper. Because Yang Sharen had broken into the inner house at night, she immediately became alert at the slightest sign of trouble.
"Who is it?"
After a long while, still no one responded to her.
Han Weiwei gradually relaxed at this time and comforted herself secretly, thinking that perhaps she was too tense and heard it wrong.
So I turned the page again and started writing again.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
It wasn't an illusion, someone was really knocking on the door.
It’s so late, who is it?
Han Weiwei put down her pen and ink, carefully picked up the stick behind the door, then opened the bolt, swallowed her saliva, and was ready to knock out the uninvited guest at any time.
However, when the door opened, the person outside fell to the ground before her.
"Master Xiao!"
Han Weiwei saw the man's face clearly, immediately dropped the stick and screamed in surprise.
Xiao Zhinian used his last bit of strength to prop himself up and sat down against the wall. Cold sweat soaked his forehead and his face was turning purple.
He covered the shoulder that was injured by the man in black just now, panting, almost to the point of collapse: "Don't tell Shen Zhejiang, I..."
Before he could finish his words, his vision went dark and he fell into a coma.
Han Weiwei was shocked and immediately steady Xiao Zhinian's weak body and pulled his hand apart to check the wound.
The blood that flowed out of the broken flesh was no longer bright red, but almost black.
Poisoned.
There is no time to lose.
Han Weiwei took great pains to move Xiao Zhinian to the bed, and immediately went to find the wooden medicine box. She glanced at the unconscious Xiao Zhinian and said, "Master Xiao, I'm sorry."
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Trapped in the darkness, Xiao Zhinian kept walking forward unconsciously. He didn't know where he was going or where he was now, he just kept walking.
The world is in chaos.
"Xiao Zhinian."
It seemed like someone called him.
The voice is familiar and pleasant to hear.
Who is it?
Xiao Zhinian opened his eyes, and the strong and poisonous sunlight suddenly pierced into his eyes. He reflexively raised his arm to block it.
"Xiao Zhinian."
He lowered his arms, and what came into view was a tall and gorgeous flower tree, in full bloom, with white petals dotted all over the branches. The breeze blew, and the petals gently fell, like falling snow, blowing across his face.
There is someone under the tree.
He was dressed in verdant clothes, with a back as slender as a bamboo, black hair and a jade crown, and his clothes fluttering gently in the wind. Looking from afar, he looked like an immortal in the ninth heaven.
Xiao Zhinian felt that the scene was very familiar. He took two steps closer, wanting to see it more clearly, but he heard the man's cold voice: "Stand over there and don't move."
For some reason, Xiao Zhinian obeyed his words and stopped.
At this time, the man slowly turned around, and Xiao Zhinian saw his face among the falling petals.
Shenzhejiang.
"Sir! Why are you here?"
Xiao Zhinian had never expected to meet Chen Zhejiang here. He was very surprised, and his eyes were full of surprise.
However, Shen Zhejiang looked particularly cold, a chill that could not be covered by the flowers in the sky: "Xiao Zhinian, I hate you."
The bright smile on Xiao Zhinian's face froze instantly. After a long while, he forced a smile, but his tone was stiff: "Sir, are you kidding? This is not funny at all."
"Why are the hundreds of people in my family being cursed, while your Xiao family is able to enjoy a glorious life? There is a huge gap between you and me, so how can I talk to you sincerely about love and romance? It's impossible."
Every word seemed to turn into a sharp cone, piercing Xiao Zhinian's body full of holes.
"No, it's not like that," Xiao Zhinian ran towards Shen Zhejiang, but no matter how hard he tried, he could never touch Shen Zhejiang, "We clearly agreed that I would clarify the Shen family's past affairs to the world for you. I can make amends. Shen Zhejiang, please don't say such things again."
"Make up? What can you do to make up?" Shen Zhejiang raised his eyelids, his eyes full of endless coldness, "Unless..."
"Unless what?"
He asked anxiously.
Next, Shen Zhejiang's words made Xiao Zhinian's blood rush backwards, and he felt extremely cold.
"Go to hell."
Only death can make up for the hatred in Shen Zhejiang's heart.
Does Shen Zhejiang really want him to die?
Xiao Zhinian ran forward. He didn't believe it. He didn't believe that Shen Zhejiang would be willing to do it.
He must have heard it wrong, he wanted to find Shen Zhejiang to ask for clarification.
Suddenly, countless soft petals turned into sharp blades, scraping every part of his body, but he ran as if he was unaware of the pain.
"Shen Zhejiang!"
The flower tree was uprooted, tearing open a huge dark crack, and with a loud bang, he suddenly fell into it.
"Shen Zhejiang!"
Xiao Zhinian screamed and sat up from the bed, and the quilt slipped off his shoulders which were bound with gauze.
A strange environment suddenly came into view.
......Where is this place?
Oh, he remembered.
That day he was injured by the man in black, and he thought it was an ordinary wound so he didn't take it seriously. He wanted to go to Zhao's house to observe the fire and see what was going on. However, he never expected that the man in black was so despicable as to poison the sword. He had to change his route halfway and ask for help from Han Weiwei.
"Master Xiao! You finally woke up!"
Han Weiwei heard the noise in the room and wondered what had happened. She hurried over from the kitchen and saw Xiao Zhinian waking up. She was happy.
Xiao Zhinian rubbed his brows, the scene in his dream still lingering in his mind, and asked, "Where is my husband?"
"Mr. Shen heard that the young master of the Zhao family was missing, and he has been helping to find him these days. My daughter has tried to persuade him for a long time, but it didn't work."
"What?!"
When Xiao Zhinian heard this, he immediately exploded. He threw back the quilt, got out of bed and went out.
Shen Zhejiang didn't know that he was still injured, so why did he interfere in Zhao's affairs? Don’t you want to live? !
Han Weiwei immediately stood behind him, blocking him and shouting, "Master Xiao, you are still poisoned, don't act rashly!"
Xiao Zhinian couldn't care less, even though the wound was bleeding: "I know my situation well, I don't need you to say more."
The figure disappeared in a flash.
Han Weiwei chased to the doorstep and shook her head.
How come Lord Xiao looks exactly like Mr. Shen? Even the words they say are almost exactly the same.
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