Judicial Doctor, Wild Princess

Yuwen Yao did not dare to be careless, he quickly dodged, his body taking a step back, his eyebrows raised up.

Liu Xiaoli took the chance and chased after the man. Her small body nimbly turned, jumping to the man's right, and then kicked towards his knee!

One big and one small, jumping up and down in the room.

In the end, Liu Xiaoli was unable to win and lost.

But Yuwen Yao was also not in a good mood. The elegance and elegance of the elegant young master was gone without a trace in the midst of this fight.

At this time, Yan Pei had finished eating the melon seeds as well. He dusted his hands and asked indifferently: "Are you done fighting?"

Liu Xiaoli seemed to have just discovered that there was another person in the room. When he turned his head, the first thing he saw was Yan Pei, and he was startled.

Yan Pei also looked at him. This child's skills were extraordinary, to be able to hold Yuwen Yao's hand for half an hour was not easy, and at a young age, his future was limitless.

"You …" Liu Xiaoli opened his mouth and uncontrollably walked towards the man on the bed.

Yuwen Yao immediately blocked Xiaoli's path: "I can fight, he can't."

Liu Xiaoli blinked his eyes, raised his head and looked at the man whose martial arts were higher than him, then pouted his lips and said unhappily: "Pearl."

Xiaoli called out, and the pearl that was standing on top of the house beam flew down and landed on his shoulder.

"I can't beat him, you won't be able to take revenge."

"Hehe!"

"No, I can't find dad. Dad won't allow me to cause trouble, so he'll be angry."

"Hehe!"

"Uncle Rong won't do either. Uncle Rong will tell my father."

"Hehe …"

"Mm, I'm sorry."

"Hehe …" Pearl bent her head and rubbed her head against the little mistress's ear.

Yuwen Yao: "..."

Yan Pei: "..."

Yuwen Yao's face was full of expression, "I don't believe you can really understand me"!

Liu Xiaoli was at a loss. He dejectedly looked at Yuwen Yao, then turned his eyes towards the sickly Yan Pei sitting on the soft bed in front of the window. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said: "You're about to die."

It was unknown if he was asking a question or if he was adamant about it, but he said it so abruptly.

Yan Pei was startled, he regained his senses and lowered his eyes: "Hmm, about to die."

Yuwen Yao frowned, and wanted to say something, but in the end he did not speak. In the end, he could only look at Liu Xiaoli, and said with a displeased tone: "Your father did not teach you, but facing strangers, do not be rude?"

"Huh?" Liu Xiaoli opened his mouth wide, obviously the idiom of "being rude" was too complicated, he had not learned it yet.

Xiaoli scratched his head and said in a daze: "He was already about to die, but with the red mark on his forehead, and the purple mark on his ear, and the red mark on his neck, it almost extended past his jaw, this is the poison of bitter marrow, I have seen it in my father's diary, and looking at his appearance, he will definitely be poisoned for more than ten years, if he is not treated, when the red mark passes through his cheek, he will definitely die."

Yuwen Yao opened his large, sleepy eyes and turned his head to look at Yan Pei. Yan Pei was also a little stunned, and for the first time in his ice-cold, desolate face, he showed a stupefied expression.

He reached out to touch his neck, a little dazed.

When Liu Xiaoli finished, he looked at the time outside and suddenly jumped: "Ya, it's time for the feast!"

His mother had told him not to go far. The Marquis Yue had left them here for lunch at a quarter to noon, so they had to go back before lunch. He had played with Pearl for a long time, and had come to find an enemy for her.

Liu Xiaoli was about to leave, but after running only two steps, he felt a tug on the back of his neck. He turned his head to look, and saw a pair of black eyes that looked anxious.

"You said that he was poisoned? Poison of Bitter Marrow, what is that? " Yuwen Yao asked.

Liu Xiaoli was startled, and reflexively said: "The poison of bitter marrow is the poison of bitter marrow, what else could it be?"

Yuwen Yao frowned: "Speak clearly!"

Liu Xiaoli did not like this man, and what's more, he hated the tone he was using. Slapping his lips together, he nimbly dodged the attack, escaped the pincer attack, then retreated a few steps. After that, he turned back and stuck out his tongue at this annoying man before turning around and running away.

Yuwen Yao wanted to chase after him, but Yan Pei called out to him, "Forget it."

Yuwen Yao lowered his eyes, "Poison of bitter marrow, aren't you an illness brought about by the womb? "Why is it poisoned?"

"He's just a child. He might not be accurate."

"No, this child clearly knows something." Yuwen Yao said, ignoring Yan Pei's attempts to stop him, he chased after him.

Yan Pei sighed, seeing Yuwen Yao's figure disappear into the distance, he suddenly felt a burst of pain, his face paled, and he fell down on the bed.

After he fell down, his four limbs curled up skillfully. He curled himself into a ball, his fingers dripping with cold sweat as he tightly clutched at his sleeves. Next, he forced himself to endure the intense pain that followed from his entire body.

In the past eighteen years, it was the same every day, every day, every month, every year, every year, every year. Other families' children were born, they could leave in October, they were able to speak at the age of one, and the first thing they said was either father or mother.

From the moment he was born, which day didn't hurt?

His bones were burning hot, his hands and feet were numb, his head was full of sharp thorns, and at first he was sick once every two or three days, but every day he was sick. Even now, every day he did his best to control his illness, he had to do it seven or eight times.

This illness had taken away his health and was about to take away his life.

If he had been hoping to recover one day when he was young, he could only hope to die soon.

If he was dead, at least he wouldn't have to suffer the daily torture, the pain of losing a soul.

Yan Pei was in excruciating pain, but he was not there, there was no one by his side to help him, but in fact, it was useless even if there were people to help him, the pain could not be alleviated at all, he could only endure by himself.

However, he knew that the duration of the attack wasn't long. It was just less than a quarter of an hour. If he moved a bit faster, perhaps an incense stick's worth of time would be wasted.

He tightened his grip on himself even more and bit hard on his lower lip. Blood dripped from his lip, but compared to the pain he felt as if he had broken a bone, the pain was minuscule. It was almost negligible.

"Sick?" A weak voice entered his ears.

Was it Ran Zi who was back?

Yan Pei held up his eyelids, raised his eyes, and looked at the other side of the window, the face of a child who was still a little hazy.

Qiu'er?

He was stunned for a moment. Then he realized that Qiu'er had disappeared. It was unknown whether he was still alive or not.

Was it an illusion? Maybe it was just an illusion. When the pain was so intense that it was crazy, he would occasionally have an illusion.

Liu Xiaoli looked at the young man who was suffering from the pain, then turned to Pearl who was beside him and said: "That bad guy is looking for us outside, we can't go back to the hall. Father knows that I have caused trouble, so he definitely will spank me.

"Heh." Pearl let out a soft cry, as if to say, "You'll hit me too, so go back a little later."

Liu Xiaoli nodded, then pointed to the man on the bed: "He's sick, do you think I should save him? I didn't want to save him, but I didn't want to save him. It wasn't like I was practicing medicine, and he looked to be in pain. Every bone, there are two hundred and six bones in a person's body.

"Heh." Pearl rubbed her ear.

Liu Xiaoli sighed: "I was just too soft-hearted."

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