In the end, the king of Kyushu didn't hold back and threw the tea bowl, and sent someone to surround the yard and put these servants into the water prison together.

The room was finally quiet, Xie Zhiwei was ready to rush out, but the King of Kyushu walked to Mu Qi's bed and stood there motionless.

Xie Zhiwei raised his nerves again, even though he had little spiritual power left, he didn't need to suppress it. But he is in a hurry!

——It's not over, is it big brother? know that your beloved son is as fateful, but you can see that his face is ruddy and lustrous now, and the imperial doctor said that it is all right.

Just when Xie Zhiwei's eyes were about to burn a hole in the toe of the King of Kyushu, he sighed inaudibly and said, "Wang Er, you must not disappoint your father."

This voice is like a weather-beaten, vicissitudes of life.

After saying this, the King of Kyushu finally left. But Xie Zhiwei was a little confused. Judging from the current situation, the King of Kyushu at least had doubts about his identity as Xie Zhiwei. But for the king of Kyushu, if Mu Hao hadn't admitted it himself, he would never have made subjective assumptions.

What Xie Zhiwei was worried about was that the King of Kyushu was already so nervous about things that could not be determined. If he turns around and finds out that Mu Hao has that kind of thoughts towards him, Xie Zhiwei...

Gotta go! Go away!

The tassels hanging from the curtains at the foot of the bed moved, and the bed above them also moved.

Xie Zhiwei: "..."

Hehehe, it's really time, his father walks on the front foot, and he wakes up on the back foot? Be careful!

He didn't even bother to scold others, and simply lay on the ground disheartened.

In fact, Mu Yu had already woken up, but he never opened his eyes. He listened to the movement all over the room, and although he pretended to be still in a drowsiness, his heart was turbulent. He got off the bed and looked at himself in the mirror.

An hour ago, he was still gloomy and angry. At this moment, there is miraculously strength, the person in the mirror is in good spirits, and even the dry grass-like hair has regained its luster.

He murmured, "It's not a dream, it's not an illusion..."

He turned slowly, and his eyes fell on the edge of the bed, as if seeing something through there.

There were tears in his eyes.

His master came back to find him. Although he said "don't like you", "don't think too much" and other heartless words, when he learned that his situation was critical, he had to come back to save him.

Although he stayed behind, although he was convinced that nothing could escape his plans. But what is forced, how can it be compared to the willingness of the Master?

His condition is getting worse and more uncontrollable. The hallucination just now came so suddenly that he was so caught up in it that he couldn't think, but he remembered what he saw and heard in the hallucination!

Master is angry, unprecedentedly angry! Angry because of him!

Doesn't this mean that Master is changing for him without knowing it? Otherwise, why do you still care about him so much after he has confided his heart and even blasphemed like that?

... Master, it really is Master.

Mu Qi took a deep breath and let it out slowly, his eyes were unprecedentedly clear.

Xie Zhiwei couldn't see everything outside, but felt that the surroundings were surprisingly quiet, and he almost held his breath.

Did this kid find it, or not? Why is there no movement?

At this moment, a low voice sounded outside the door: "See the prince."

Mu Qian immediately put away his expression: "It's so late, what's the matter?"

"My subordinates have come here to greet you when you hear that the prince is ill."

Xie Zhiwei couldn't help but turn his ears, feeling that the voice was a little familiar.

Mu Hao glanced at the position of the bed again, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You came at the right time, and I have something to look for you."

The voice outside the door said: "Dare to ask the prince, but what was previously ordered?"

"Not bad." Mu Qi nodded, and then left the door with a faint smile as usual. "I told you to find an immortal herb supplement for your father before, but you have eyes on it?"

The voice drifted away, Xie Zhiwei regained his fighting spirit, used both hands and feet, and tenaciously climbed out of the bed.

He suddenly realized that the voice just now was shameless. Mu Qi asked him to find immortal grass for the King of Kyushu? status so high? This master of the King of Kyushu has been reduced to being a servant for him?

He is too weak and tired right now, and has no time to take care of anything else. At this time, the palace was in a state of turmoil, and the muzzle of the King of Kyushu was still waiting for someone to collide. Even if Qingpingjian couldn't control it for a while, at least don't waste it here and go first.

There was another movement at the door, and Xie Zhiwei almost clenched his teeth.

While greeting each other for the eighteenth generation in his heart, he rolled and crawled under the bed.

Damn, when he used to live here, he couldn't get a table to find a ghost to play mahjong, why is it so lively today! Absolutely deliberate!

A man tiptoed into the house, his steps were very light, and he seemed to be a little cultivated, but not very high.

Xie Zhiwei dared to lift the corner of the quilt and looked out with the fringe on the top of his head. He was quite surprised when he saw it clearly.

It turned out to be Yin Cangshan.

I saw Yin Cangshan wandering around the house for a while, with anxiety in his eyes. It seemed that there was something he couldn't find anywhere. He pinched the moustache under his chin and stood in deep thought, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

In the corner two feet away from the foot of the bed, there was a small golden object.

Xie Zhiwei also saw it, it was a gold hairpin with two characters engraved on it.

Yin Cangshan stepped forward quickly, leaned over, picked up the golden hairpin and put it in his sleeve, ready to leave. But a voice suddenly sounded at the door: "How is Wang Er at this time?"

Yin Cangshan suddenly shuddered and his expression became tense.

Xie Zhiwei thought to himself, how dare Yin Cangshan come to Mu Hao's room without reporting? This is not right, is it so difficult to say a word?

Outside the door, the king of Kyushu said again: "This king goes in and sees him."

Yin Cangshan frowned, flicked his robe sleeves, and rushed under the bed.

I go? what's the situation?

Xie Zhiwei didn't have time to stop it, and a figure rushed in.

The eyes met, and the atmosphere was mysteriously silent for a moment.

Two gasps of cold air rang out at the same time. Xie Zhiwei responded very quickly, covering Yin Cangshan's mouth with one hand and "shhh" with the other hand.

Yin Cangshan was obviously frightened, Xie Zhiwei didn't say anything, he just nodded.

That posture, there is a kind of "go, go, as long as you don't kill me, I can give you anything". How did this kind of thing live in the original book for so long?

If it is really so weak, it is no wonder that even picking up a golden hairpin dare not say it.

The setting and character of this kind of airbag is quite similar to the original owner Xie Zhiwei, but the original owner Xie Zhiwei has a graceful attitude, at least he won't drill under the bed.

Xie Zhiwei looked at himself in the same situation desolately, expressing that he was very heartbroken - if possible, what normal person would be willing to drill under the bed...

A servant said: "Back to the lord, the prince just left with Lord Wuyan, not in the room."

"Um?"

The King of Kyushu's eyes moved slightly, and then he sighed: "Yes, this king forgot. Wang'er is also in a hurry to work while sick. You guys take good care of it, and you can't go on business again."

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, Xie Zhiwei and Yin Cangshan both breathed a sigh of relief, Xie Zhiwei suddenly realized that he was holding a middle-aged man over 50 years old under the bed, and the style of painting was very strange.

Well...his body lived a hundred or two hundred years, and it seemed to be older.

As soon as he let go, the two asked each other in unison, "Who are you?"

Xie Zhiwei pretended to be confused, and threatened: "You don't look like someone from the palace, what do you want to do in the ovary in the next life?"

Yin Cangshan glanced at the Qingping sword under his hand, and hurriedly crawled out, "Hey man, spare your life, I'm just a passerby, I don't know anything!"