Because Ning'an Hou really can kill people.

The Marquis next to him couldn't help but say, "Husband, why don't you let him try it? After all, we are just such a son, let's treat dead horses as living horses."

After all, mother and son are in love, and she really can't bear to see her son covered in poisonous sores and is in pain, and she doesn't want her only son to die like this.

Ning'an Hou said: "Okay, let him in."

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A moment later, the warrior leader brought Yun Zhonghe into the Marquis' Mansion.

In a place where there was no one, Yun Zhonghe quickly stuffed the gold bars.

The warrior leader who was guarding the gate immediately smiled. This beggar was really sensible.

After Yun Zhonghe came in, he was really shocked by the magnificence and the colorful flowers inside.

It is truly worthy of being the Marquis' Mansion of the Great Empire, and it is truly worthy of being a century-old nobleman. It is much more gorgeous than the one in the Borderless Land.

Just this Ning'an Marquis Mansion is too big. There are fish pond gardens everywhere, corridors everywhere, and exquisitely built gardens everywhere.

I walked for more than ten minutes.

Finally, I met the Ning'an Marquis of the Southern Zhou Empire in a flower hall.

It is because of the special situation, otherwise people like Yun Zhonghe would never have thought of getting close to this empire marquis so close to him in their entire lives.

"Chu Liuxiang, a man from the outside, pays homage to the Marquis." Yun Zhonghe bowed and bowed.

Ning'an Hou covered his nose and mouth with a brocade plaster and leaned back a little, as if he wanted to stay away from the breath of Yun Zhonghe.

After all, his appearance as a beggar is really disgusting.

"You can treat Hualiu?" Ning'an Hou asked.

Yun Zhonghe said: "Yes."

Ning'an Hou said sternly: "Anyone knows that Hualiu is a terminal illness. Who sent her to spy on my Marquis' Mansion? If you don't confess, I will let you break your hands and legs."

Yun Zhonghe wrote a military order on the ground without saying a word.

During the treatment period, I couldn't take a step. If the little marquis's flower and willow disease cannot be cured, please take the head of my neck.

Then he signed his name: Chu Liuxiang.

There is no nonsense.

Suddenly, a woman's voice came from beside her: "Mr. Marquis, let him try it, treat dead horses as living horses."

Wow, this sound is soft and nice. Although he is old, such a customer was once Yun Zhonghe’s favorite.

For a moment, Yun Zhonghe almost blurted out one sentence: Auntie, I don’t want to struggle anymore.

Ning'an Hou hesitated for a long time.

Although I have been disappointed countless times, I am almost desperate.

But seeing that the baby son is about to die, let's give it a try.

Although he still has no hope, at least he, as a father, has done his best.

Suddenly, he ordered, "Okay, let me try it. But if you can't cure it within ten days, don't blame me for being ruthless and taking your head."

"Of course." Yun Zhonghe said: "After curing the little marquis, I don't want a tael of silver, I just need something in the mansion."
Chapter completed!