Chapter 45

On the carriage, Wu Ruo first fed the pill to lingmohan, and then he felt the pulse of lingmohan. He was sure that he was not hurt badly before settling down.

Back to the black mansion, the blood of Lingmo cold's arm has been stopped, and his face has slowly recovered.

Heigan took people to the bed in the guest room. Soon, Lingmo cold woke up and saw a group of strangers standing in front of the bed. He sat up in a hurry and retreated to a safe distance. He stared at them with a cold face: "who are you?"

"We are the people who have saved you. You can stay here to rest and recuperate yourself. If you need, you can ask the servants in the mansion to do it. Of course, you can leave at any time." Wu ruo's rescue was not to flatter the prince. He took out a bottle of wound medicine and put it on the table, and asked Shi Yuan and his family to help him leave the guest room.

Lingmo Han sighed and stared at the white small medicine bottle on the table for a long time. He thought that if the other side wanted to kill him, he would take advantage of his coma to start, and there was no need to let him live or make so many tricks to give him the chance to escape.

He covered his injured arm, walked weakly to the door of the room, opened the door to check the surrounding environment. There was no guard outside the door, and there was only one male servant slowly clearing the snow in the yard.

Before long, another footman walked slowly, took the food box to his room, said simply "eat", and turned away.

Lingmo cold looked at the hot food, hesitated and picked up chopsticks.

The surface injury is only to his arm, but the internal injury is very serious. Without escort, he can't go back to the imperial capital alone. Besides, there are many people lying in the dark waiting for him to catch up. So, it's not much to leave here than to die. Why not stay here and take good care of the injury.

Lingmo Han thought of the people who wanted to take his life. His dark eyes were filled with Morin's murderous intention. When he returned to the imperial capital, he would surely tear these people to pieces.

If Wu Ruo comes to the hall from pianyuan for dinner, he sees that black Xuan Yi is watching black credit copper money divination.

He picked his eyebrows and never knew that the black letter would divine.

Wuruo approached and sat down quietly. When the divination was over, he asked, "what are you doing?"

He also asked casually. He didn't think they would answer him. He didn't want the black letter to say, "master let the old slave divine the divination of the sacrifice of the Wu family today."

Wu Ruo is surprised that black Xuan Yi has remembered this: "what can be calculated?"

Black letter shakes his head: "nothing can be calculated, there is no way to crack."

Black Xuan Yi squints.

Wu Ruo wished that the whole family of Wu had been defeated, so he didn't care if there was a way to solve it.

Black Xuan Yi suddenly says, "separate."

Wu Ruo is stunned and stares at Hei Xuan Yi: "separation?"

He soon understood the meaning of black Xuan Yi's words: "you're worried about my parents, aren't you?"

Black Xuan Yi nods.

Wu Ruo was moved to see that he cared about his family.

Before that, when he learned about the great murders of the Wu family, he only thought about the great events of the Wu family, but he didn't think about his parents' involvement.

But it's not easy to divide the family. If we don't say whether the wubu side will agree to let the descendants of the WUS leave the WUS, we will certainly not divide the family without care or be the first person in the family in terms of the degree of filial piety of his father.

If Wu had used rice, he went back to the backyard.

The black letter hurriedly said to the black Xuan Yi who was going to the study, "master, madam's life style has changed."

Black Xuan Yi frowns and says, "has it changed?"

"Yes. His life has become so chaotic that he can no longer be counted. "

"How could this happen?"

"I don't know, but one thing, I'm sure." Black letter smiled: "madam's life style is no longer the immutable short-lived appearance."