Newlyweds means exile, I rely on the mall to pamper God of War

Chapter 159 Madness
Buyao reminded Sheng Qingyun and the others with strict good intentions that when they spoke, there was a smile on the corner of their mouths.

However, in the eyes of Sheng Qingyun and his wife, it became a deliberate rejection.

"Madam Gao..."

Sheng Qingyun wanted to say something else, but a servant came out and said anxiously, "Master, Madam, the young master struggled so hard that he was bleeding from strangulation. If this continues, he might hurt himself!"

"An'er!"

Madam Sheng yelled and ran in in panic.

Sheng Qingyun was also worried, and followed Mrs. Sheng closely, but after walking a few steps quickly, he retreated again.

Bu Yao was still frowning and thinking, why is she still tied to the chair?

Sheng Qingyun walked in front of her and asked, "Mrs. Gao, are you really the apprentice of the thousand-year-old man?"

Looking at the serious eyes of the other party staring at her, Bu Yao smiled, "What, no need to test?"

"Mrs. Gao, my son is in dire straits right now. I really don't have the mood to play charades with you, Mrs. Gao. Please tell Mrs. Gao truthfully whether you are the apprentice of the thousand-year-old man or not?"

Bu Yao felt that the person in front of her probably had no other choice, otherwise how could she use such a method to verify what she said?
Seeing that she was still silent, Sheng Qingyun said again, "Mrs. Gao, please forgive me for being a father."

Buyao curled her lips, probably because she had never experienced the so-called father's love since she was a child, so she was not happy to hear words about father's love.

However, looking at Sheng Qingyun's pleading eyes, Bu Yao still shrugged and said, "Yes. Didn't I say it earlier?"

Sheng Qingyun stared at her closely for a while, and when Madam Sheng's cry came from inside, he seemed to have made up his mind, "Madam Gao, please show my son."

"I can sympathize with your paternity, but I still mean that, just show it if you say so?" Bu Yao's attitude was unmoved.

Just kidding, she's not a fool.

Gao Boyi was kind enough to save this guy's life. Seeing how good his attitude was, he took them out of the prison and arranged them to live in a guest hospital. He thought he was really a thankful person, but he unexpectedly came to poison and detoxify him. little action.

Even if it was to test her ability, for his so-called fatherly heart, so what?
None of this can conceal the fact that their husband and wife's clumsy calculations have affected her.

If they had been honest with each other from the beginning, asking and pleading face to face, she might have considered it.

Now, Bu Yao silently recited that sentence—repaying grievances with kindness, how can you repay kindness?
She has a beautiful face, and when she is smiling, she has an elegant temperament, but now that she is not smiling, her whole body exudes a feeling of indifference and alienation from the inside out.

Sheng Qingyun frowned, "Madam Gao, how can I let you show it to my son?"

Although Sheng An's situation still looked very wrong, Sheng Qingyun still didn't believe that his son was possessed by evil spirits.

I searched for all the doctors I could find, but there was nothing I could do.

With just a few words from Bu Yao, Sheng Qingyun was entrusted with his son's life in her hands. Sheng Qingyun felt uneasy and worried.

only--

Besides the people of Chitose Hall, who else can we count on?

Sheng Qingyun decided to take a gamble and bet that Buyao was indeed the disciple of the thousand-year-old man.

Since pleading is useless, we can only negotiate conditions.

Sure enough, the smile on Bu Yao's face appeared again.

Sheng Qingyun saw that there was a door, and then said, "I would like to hear the details."

Bu Yao was not polite to him, and just said, "Since the Lord is so sincere, I will tell the truth. I hope that our husband and wife can leave this place as soon as possible and continue to the exile."

Sheng Qingyun was stunned when he heard the words, and then said, "Madam, don't worry, as long as the death of the messenger has nothing to do with you, we will naturally let you go."

"Mr. Shanda misunderstood. My request has no prerequisites. What I mean is, no matter what you investigate later, my husband and I will leave here with the exile team smoothly."

Bu Yao almost told him directly that no matter how they searched, even if the black dog's death was really related to her, they must leave without guilt.

Sheng Qingyun understood what Bu Yao meant, and his eyebrows almost knitted together.

He originally thought that this matter had nothing to do with the couple, but now he began to wonder if the death of Jie Chai was actually related to them?
Otherwise, if he was really innocent, how could he make such a request?

Are you still worried that their county government will frame them up?

"Hold him down quickly! Hold him down quickly! Don't let him hurt himself!"

Mrs. Sheng's crying voice came from the inside.

Bu Yao pointed to the inside, and said with a smile, "Master Sheng, the situation inside seems to be getting worse?"

In fact, I haven't seen the person yet, so I don't know what's going on with the county magistrate, and Bu Yao can't guarantee that he can cure him.

However, I haven't seen it yet, so don't worry about rejecting it, right?
A rare opportunity to have it delivered to your door.

It has to be used.

In the end, Sheng Qingyun compromised.

Bu Yao was then led into the inner room.

Even though she was mentally prepared, she was still stunned when she saw the situation inside.

The emaciated Sheng An was obviously tied to the chair, but there were still three servants standing up and pressing his body hard.

And his expression was ferocious, and the cloth on his upper body was bleeding.

Looking at his struggling movements, he knew that the blood was drawn out by his own violent movements without asking.

Bu Yao frowned slightly, her face darkened.

This situation doesn't look right.

She put her hand into the skirt of her shirt, and used her thoughts to directly take out a spare silver needle from [Fresh Fish].

Seeing that the three servants could hardly restrain Sheng An, Bu Yao quickly took out a silver needle from the silver needle bag, stepped forward quickly, and inserted a needle precisely on his neck.

The person who was still struggling fiercely, passed out in an instant.

"An'er!" Mrs. Sheng stepped forward to check anxiously, and then asked Buyao, "What did you do to my son?"

Bu Yao's expression didn't change, and she said calmly, "He's too noisy, it's not convenient for me to diagnose, so let him sleep."

Sheng Qingyun stepped forward and pulled Madam Sheng aside, "Madam, let Madam Gao show An'er."

Mrs. Sheng understood now that Bu Yao agreed to see a doctor for her son.

Although she didn't understand why she suddenly agreed again, but looking at Sheng Qingyun who kept giving hints to herself, she remained silent.

Bu Yao asked Sheng An to be put on the bed.

Seeing Sheng Qingyun nodding, the boys quickly untied the rope on Sheng An's body and put him on the bed.

Bu Yao sat on the edge of the bed, without using a pulse pillow, directly grabbed Sheng An's hand, and began to feel the pulse.

After a while, she grabbed Sheng An's other hand to feel the pulse.

After feeling the pulse with both hands, she began to reach out to lift Sheng An's eyelids.

Then, he took back his hand and watched Sheng An stop moving.

Sheng Qingyun and his wife were watching by the bed.

Seeing that she didn't move for a while, Mrs. Sheng became anxious and asked, "Mrs. Gao, how is my son's condition?"

Buyao asked, "Poisoned."

"what?"

Mrs. Sheng was dumbfounded.

Sheng Qingyun's face darkened instantly.

Madam Sheng frowned, and took on a questioning attitude again, "Madam Gao, are you reading that right?"

"Do you know why my son became like this?"

"Just by touching your wrist and lifting your eyelids, you can conclude that my son has been poisoned. Isn't it too hasty?"

"Ma'am!" Sheng Qingyun pulled Madam Sheng's hand and called her in disapproval.

Facing Mrs. Sheng's questioning, Bu Yao was not angry at all.

She ignored Mrs. Sheng at all, but looked at Sheng Qingyun, and said calmly, "This poison is called madness. As the name suggests, it is a poison that can make people go crazy."

"This poison is rare and can only be purchased through some special channels."

"In addition, its poisoning method is quite special. The person who must be poisoned has suffered a trauma, and then apply the poison externally on it, and then slowly dormant for a period of time before it starts to attack."

Speaking of this, Bu Yao paused, and asked, "Did Mr. Ling suffer trauma half a year ago?"

Needle drop could be heard in the house.

Deathly silence.

Buyao even heard the sound of someone swallowing.

She didn't pay too much attention, but continued to stare at Sheng Qingyun's face, waiting for his answer.

It was not Sheng Qingyun who answered her, but Mrs. Sheng who had questioned her.

"Madam Gao, how do you know that my son was injured half a year ago?"

Bu Yao smiled and said, "I know it by touching my wrist and raising my eyelids."

Mrs. Sheng: "..."

Her face was a little embarrassed.

"Is my An'er really poisoned, not an evil spirit?" Mrs. Sheng asked again.

Bu Yao raised her eyebrows, "Oh, the symptoms of this madness really make people suspect that they are possessed by evil spirits. There have been people who were poisoned by this kind of poison, and their family members thought that the poisoned person was possessed by evil spirits, so many people were invited In the end, the situation did not improve, but the best time for treatment was delayed, and the person died helplessly."

The young woman's voice was soft and gentle, with calmness in every word and sentence. She was clearly objectively stating a trivial matter that had nothing to do with her, but both Sheng Qingyun and Mrs. Sheng felt chills down their backs.

If, if their son is really poisoned, and they give up seeking medical treatment and go in the direction of exorcism, then the final result will be...

Madam Sheng didn't dare to think about it, she clenched the veil in her hand and tried her best to keep calm.

Buyao stood up, "Master Sheng. I diagnosed your son, and the result of the diagnosis is that he has been poisoned. The name of the poison is madness. If you want to cure it, it can be cured. The key to the problem now is, do you dare to believe my judgment? Dare you?" Let me cure it?"

Sheng Qingyun, "..."

His heart was flustered, and he couldn't answer Bu Yao's words for a while.

Mrs. Sheng's expression was even more panicked, and she was on the verge of falling.

"Give me an answer within three days. If it continues, you will have to buy a coffin for Mr. Sheng and choose a grave."

Buyao silently took back her silver needle, and was also eager to wait for the answer now, so she offered to leave, "My husband and I can't leave anyone there, so I'll go back first."

Mrs. Sheng watched her walking out step by step, feeling a little anxious. She subconsciously wanted to call someone to stop her, but she held it back.

Bu Yao didn't know the way back, so she let Zhuzhu take her away.

Sheng Qingyun and his wife acquiesced in her departure.

After she left, Mrs. Sheng looked at the sleeping Sheng An and her son's quiet and pale face, and she felt really uncomfortable.

She recalled Sheng'an's performance just now, and felt like she was in a dream.

But her reason told her that everything really happened.

Sheng An was originally a quiet and gentle person, if she really became the person she was just now because of poisoning, Madam Sheng felt that she had the heart to kill the poisoner.

The key point is what Bu Yao said is true?

Mrs. Sheng looked at the silent Sheng Qingyun, "Master, do you think what she said just now is true? Our An'er is really poisoned?"

"I don't know either." Sheng Qingyun shook her head, "But she accurately guessed that An'er was injured half a year ago."

"It may also be that other servants told her to know."

Sheng Qingyun glanced at her, "You were afraid that your servants would talk too much, so you specially arranged for Zhuzhu to take people to serve you. Do you think Zhuzhu can't even handle this?"

"..."

Mrs. Sheng stopped talking.

"Then Master, what are you doing now? Let's..."

Sheng Qingyun couldn't help but raised her hand and pinched the center of her eyebrows. My wife is good at everything, but she tends to be distracted when it comes to her son. Since her son was injured, the most she has said to him is either asking what to do, or asking what to do……

How to do how to do……

It was about his son's life, how could he give her an answer so quickly?
"Didn't Mrs. Gao give us time to think about it? Let's think about it carefully." Sheng Qingyun said.

After hearing this, Mrs. Sheng was not relieved, but was still anxious, "Are you really not going to delay An'er's situation?"

Sheng Qingyun, "Madam, there are so many people here, I can't concentrate on thinking. I'll go back to the study and sit for a while."

After finishing speaking, he left quickly without waiting for Mrs. Sheng to say anything.

Forgive me ma'am, I am also in a state of agitation right now.

Sheng Qingyun didn't want to believe what Buyao said, but he had to consider what Buyao said.

If what Bu Yao said is true, then Sheng An must have premeditated to become like this.

Who made this black hand?

Is it to torture his son, or to deal with him?

Sheng Qingyun couldn't even figure out how things ended up like this...

He frowned all the way to the study.

He pushed open the study room and went in. In order to be able to stay alone for a while, he even turned around and closed the door of the study room.

However, he never expected that there would be an unexpected visitor in the study.

Looking at the strange man sitting behind his desk and flipping through the books, Sheng Qingyun immediately lowered his face, "Who are you?"

It was broad daylight, but the other party was wearing night clothes and covering his face.

From this point of view, the visitor is not good.

Sheng Qingyun clenched his fists by his side, and his whole body was on alert.

The other party casually threw the book in his hand on the table, and put his hand into the skirt of his shirt.

Sheng Qingyun thought that the other party was going to use some hidden weapon, so he took two steps back quickly.

But he saw that the other party took out a jade pendant.

(End of this chapter)