Quick wear: The ever-changing male gods are flirting with tricks!

Chapter 112 The sick and weak son, please let me go 6
"My lord, you're awake! I'm going to call Madam..." Seeing Bailizhen wake up, Yu Guiwan excitedly stood up and was about to notify others, but he grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"do not go……"

Yu Guiwan turned to look at him, he said: "Being by my side, the breath of your body makes me feel very comfortable..."

Yu Gui had a late meal, and suddenly thought of what the maid said, "This is what our son means", and now he probably understood the meaning of that sentence.

So she sat down again.

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Bailizhen's situation got worse and worse, and finally Yu Guiwan made a bold decision.

"It is rumored that the genius doctor Gu is alive to the death of human flesh and bones. I am going to seek medical treatment for my son, and I hope my wife will be happy!" Yu Guiwan knelt in front of Mrs. Baili, and solemnly expressed his decision that he had been deliberating for several days.

Madam Baili didn't speak, looking at the tea in her hand, she didn't know what she was thinking.

A moment later, she opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a voice from outside: "I'll go with her and ask mother to help me."

As he spoke, he suddenly knelt down in front of Mrs. Baili.

Mrs. Baili's face that was slightly dizzy instantly darkened: "Nonsense!"

After speaking, he walked away.

There were only two people kneeling on the ground left, Yu Guiwan looked at Bailizhen in surprise, she really couldn't figure out why Bailizhen wanted to go with her.

But she still remembered her identity and didn't ask rashly.

Silence spread in the air.

The next day, before dawn, Mrs. Baili arrived at Qifeng Mountain again.

Qifeng Mountain has 108 steps, and each step has 108 steps, so from the foot of the mountain, you can only see the winding stairs, but not the top of the mountain.

The wishing guests who come to Qifeng Mountain must go up step by step, and the last thing they ask for will have a result.

Mrs. Baili asked her attendants to wait at the foot of the mountain, and accompanied by her maidservant, she went up from the first step.

From the moon on the branches to the twilight of the morning, to the first dawn through the window, until the scorching sun was in the sky, Mrs. Baili finally reached the top of the mountain.

The maid beside her was also very tired, but she still took out a handkerchief from her backpack and wiped the sweat off Madam Baili's face carefully.

After the two rested on the spot for a while, the master and servant walked forward until their breathing became even again.

The three words "Phoenix View" are shining brightly under the sunlight.

As soon as they reached the door, before they had time to step in, they were stopped by a little Taoist priest.

"Benefactor Baili, my master asked me to wait here for the arrival of the two of you, please come with me."

Madam Baili was surprised, but her good upbringing allowed her to swallow this curiosity, and followed the little Taoist priest without turning her eyes.

Not long after, when we arrived at a quiet courtyard, the little Taoist said, "Here we are."

Then he went forward and knocked on the door three times, until the sound of "come in" came from inside, the little Taoist retreated to the back.

"Sponsor Baili, Master invites you to go over, and ask this benefactor to wait outside."

After Mrs. Baili entered, the real Fenghuang whom he had seen last time was sitting in the middle of the room with his eyes slightly closed.

"Master, back then you said you wanted to find a person with this horoscope, and that she could change my son's life, but my son's condition is getting worse and worse." She took out the white paper with the horoscope on it, and said Madam Baili didn't even notice that there was a bit of complaint in her tone.

Master Fenghuang still kept his eyes closed, and said with the appearance of an expert outside the world, "The time is not yet ripe."

He opened his eyes, picked up a pen, wrote two sentences on the white paper to Mrs. Baili, and saw off the guests.

"Whatever you want, what you want to do."

　The end of the new year is approaching, I am really busy, and I have no time to save the manuscript, so I will stay up late at night to code after everything is done, sorry everyone.

　　Check it out the next day. . . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)