[Comprehensive martial arts] Protect our little prince

When the young master woke up, his mind was even worse than the previous few days.

Li Hongxiu was very regretful after discovering the abnormality. I don't know if it was because of his acupressure last night that caused the current situation. The little guy is not in good health, so I just want him to be quiet and coax him. Why do he need to acupoint him?

Song Tian'er dropped the half-cooked meal and went out to find a doctor. Wu Hua, who was doing morning class, was also invited. The benevolent young monk took his hand away from the young man's wrist, shook his head and sighed softly, "Little benefactor It's just a little cold, as for the rest, forgive the poor monk for his lack of medical skills, so I can't see why the little benefactor's mind has regressed."

"Master, don't blame yourself." Li Hongxiu concealed his anxiety, took Wuhua to sit in the main hall next to him, and then went back to take care of the young master whose condition suddenly deteriorated.

The young man's eyes were full of confusion, and he was sitting on the bed in a daze, quietly like a delicate porcelain doll, although beautiful, but lifeless.

The little guy had a leg injury, and he was sitting on the bed before and couldn't move, but at that time he would quarrel with them anyway. There was Song Tian'er with the same childlike heart on the boat. It's even more exciting when one person appears on the boat together.

Now that the child has calmed down, she is not used to it. Before she left, Sister Rongrong only told them to pay attention to the injury on the little guy's leg. The memory problem can't be rushed. She will come back when it's time to come back. When the little guy remembers those things The lost memory, the mind can naturally return to normal.

Sister Rongrong said so, she would naturally feel that the injury on the little guy's head has healed, and now that it has become like this, what should she do?

Chu Liuxiang specially invited Master Wuhua to take care of them, but she still made the little guy's injury worse. When Sister Rongrong and the others come back, how should she explain?

Wu Hua sat in the main hall and recited the scriptures in a low voice, as if she was praying for the suffering young people in the room, but the corners of her lips were slightly raised with a bit of joy, no matter how you looked at it, she felt that she was out of place here.

It's a pity that there is no one else in the hall, and the smile is fleeting.

Song Tian'er brought the doctor back quickly. The bearded old doctor took a breath, and before he could stand still, he heard the little girl's urging again, "Doctor, the patients inside can't wait, hurry up."

The old doctor's eyes widened, and a bunch of his beard was pulled off. He had already arrived at the old man's house before the vigorous drug boy could follow him. How fast does this little girl want?

Fortunately, the old man has practiced medicine for many years, and he knew the mood of the patient's family members, so he quickly entered the room after breathing well.

The young man had a dull face and no expression. He stretched out his hand when he asked, and stuck out his tongue when he asked. When he had nothing to do, he tilted his head and looked at the people beside the bed, using his not very bright head to judge whether they were bad people or not.

Li Hongxiu was on the verge of tears. If it had been before, the little guy would have yelled whether they hired bad guys to harm him, instead of just looking at them strangely and vigilantly like now.

Song Tian'er held her arm, her voice trembling, "Don't cry, once you cry, I can't help but want to cry too."

The old doctor looked solemn, put the little guy's hand back, shook his head and turned to go out, "Girls, isn't this kid mentally retarded since childhood?"

"No, it was fine yesterday, but it suddenly became like this this morning." Li Hongxiu managed to calm down, thinking that the little guy's condition might be related to the previous injury, so he told the previous story again.

"It's strange, just looking at the pulse, the child's stupidity seems to be born." The old doctor pinched his beard in shame, expressing that he was powerless, "If it is to cure the wind and cold, the old man can still prescribe a few medicines, if it is for the child The mind is back to normal, the girl should hire someone else."

"It's time for you, doctor." Li Hongxiu looked gloomy, and pulled himself together to send the old doctor to the door. The little guy was still drinking the medicine for wounds, and now he had some mental problems and caught a cold, so he didn't know if he could continue to drink.

"The poor monk has a little knowledge of medicine, if the doctor doesn't mind, can we discuss the prescription together?" Wu Hua came out from the hall, leaned over and recited the Buddha's name, wanting to help the sick young man.

Monks have a high status among the people and the world, especially Shaolin monks, who are feared wherever they go.

Although the old doctor didn't know Wuhua's identity, he knew that he was extraordinary just by looking at his demeanor, and he didn't feel offended, so he nodded in response while squeezing his beard.

Li Hongxiu was outside negotiating with the doctor, while Song Tianer stayed in the room and looked at the little guy who no longer knew her, "Yubao, I am Sister Tianer."

The young man didn't respond to the movements of the outside world. He watched the pattern on the quilt motionless, his dark eyes unblinking, as if he couldn't hear anyone talking to him.

Song Tian'er rubbed her eyes, took out a pen and paper and wrote to Chu Liuxiang, if the matter at Shenshui Palace is not too urgent, they should come back quickly.

She was really a little scared that the good little guy turned into this after living in the city for one night.

Suzhou, Changle Palace.

Zhao Mingning hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time. Ever since he knew that the one who took away Zhao Mingyu was most likely the remnants of Gui Fanlou, even if he took a nap at noon, he would be awakened by nightmares, and even when he dreamed back at midnight, he could always hear his baby brother crying. Shouting "Brother help".

The two brothers have been dependent on each other for so many years, even if they suffered a little when they were young, the hard days will soon pass, no matter how much the little ancestor struggles, he is still the child who can't bear hardships.

The methods of tormenting people in the Ghost Fan Tower are endless, and they are so vicious that they are not worthy of being called human beings. He not only bombarded the place where the leader of the Ghost Fan Tower often used to be, but also dispatched the imperial army to block all the exits of the underground waterways in Bianjing City, and searched for half a year. He just stopped, logically speaking, the little fish and shrimp might escape, and the leader of Guifan Tower has absolutely no possibility of escaping from the capital.

However, the vicious leader of the ghost fan building not only escaped, but also escaped with his subordinates. They had been hiding their names for so many years, and finally found a chance to strike. He couldn't even imagine what kind of torture Ming Yu would suffer if he fell into their hands. OK.

The city of Suzhou has been turned upside down, Qian Wei, the envoy of transshipment, is dead, his mansion only found those letters related to Guifan Tower, and nothing else was found, no matter how tortured, the servants of his mansion There are no useful clues.

Zhao Mingning was going crazy, the Suzhou government couldn't find anyone, those villains must have escaped by water, but there were not a few boats leaving the Suzhou pier that day, there was no direction to look for in the vast sea, and the court did not know how many people they had sent. People, there is still no news.

Gong Jiu's power is at sea, and every merchant ship passing by at sea will be stopped by his subordinates, and even Baiyun City has started to search the passing merchant ships with portraits.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't just sit still, he notified all his friends in the rivers and lakes to help find someone, Wanmei Villa's news network is not inferior to the imperial court, Ximen Chuuxue goes out to kill people every year, the people he targets will not stand there and wait He kills, he can find the exact person to kill every time, of course it is not by luck.

The imperial court and the rivers and lakes are looking for people with such great fanfare. If the ship is still there, no matter how concealed they are, they will not be able to escape. It's just that they were smashed into the vast sea by a storm on the day they went to sea. Of course, they tried to find people from the ship. Can't find it.

In the small building full of flowers, the delicate and beautiful flowers that bloomed in the past have not been watered for several days, and they look a little wilted, but no one remembers them now.

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes were bloodshot, and he opened a letter smelling like tulips without any hope. After seeing what was written inside, his whole body trembled, "Huamanlou, Huamanlou, come out quickly."

His friends are all over the world, from Guangdong to the capital, from the desert to the sea, so many friends looking for someone together is better than himself as a headless chicken.

He thought that Ximen Chuuxue would be the first one to send a reply, but he didn't expect it to be Chu Liuxiang, the captain of the bandits. I went to the South China Sea, and even floated in the inland lakes.

He was able to know this person because of Sikong Zhaixing's blessing. The bandit commander is a thief, and the king who steals the king is also a thief. All the thieves in the world want to see the thief commander's demeanor, and Sikong Zhaixing is no exception.

However, Monkey Spirit is different from other thieves. People admire the name of Bandit Commander, but he rushes to surpass Bandit Commander. The king of stealing kings is the king of kings. .

Leaving aside the past, Chu Liuxiang said that he rescued a seriously injured young man at sea a few days ago, after calculating the time, it was after Ming Yu was taken away, could it be that the one he rescued was Ming Yu?

Huamanlou listened to Lu Xiaofeng's incoherent words, suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked him to report to the palace immediately, "It's good to have news, you go to the palace and tell the emperor, Ming Yu will know right away."

Lu Xiaofeng was so happy that he wanted to do a somersault, he jumped off the window without saying a word, he reached the palace in the blink of an eye, there was no news of his little ancestor these days, and he didn't dare to come to the palace to face the emperor who was about to lose control. Not because of fear of death, but because of guilt.

The little ancestor was taken away by his side. Even if the emperor has not blamed him and dealt with the guards of the palace, he still dare not come to the palace to meet him. Fortunately, now there is a clue about the little ancestor. Here is the address left by Chu Liuxiang It's not far away, and you can drive there in a day if you hurry up.

I hope that nothing will happen to the little ancestor, otherwise, his brother will really go crazy.

In the study room, Zhao Mingning looked condensed, holding a delicate wine glass in his hand, and smelled heavily of alcohol on his body. All the guards of the palace were kneeling outside. The little ancestor had been missing for a few days, and they knelt outside for a few days.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't stop walking, took the letter and knocked on the door of the study, without saying anything, just handed the letter over.

His Majesty the Emperor was expressionless. After glancing at the content of the letter, his heart was shocked, and the drink was directly spilled on the table, "Is the news credible?"

His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for several days.

Lu Xiaofeng nodded heavily, "Chu Liuxiang is a very reliable person, he likes to live on a boat, the time he rescued someone was just after Ming Yu was taken away, if those thieves did take Ming Yu out to sea, then the young man is very likely to be Ming Yu .”

Zhao Mingning was a little dizzy, and struggled to stand up, with fierceness still hiding in the depths of his eyes, "He said, Ming Yu was injured."

"The boat encountered a storm after going out to sea, maybe it was injured at sea." Lu Xiaofeng didn't dare to provoke him anymore, and he could guess that Zhao Mingyu might not only be injured in the storm, but in this situation, even if the emperor couldn't hold on , he really died a hundred times and it is hard to escape the blame.