I am not a good person

Ye Ai's heart fell into the ice cellar in an instant, and what the people in front of him said was true.It's a pity that he worked so hard to manage Yiye Zhiqiu, but he still ended up like this in the end.

After sweeping around his family's cemetery, his heart was ashamed: "This is the place where my people live, if you want to fight, go outside and fight!"

After finishing speaking, he kicked his feet, jumped out of the high wall of the cemetery, and hurried along the river bank.Yuan Shouyun quickly caught up, and the two arrived at a forest with few people at the same time.

The difference in lightness skill alone made Ye Ai feel dejected and hopeless.

He exerted all his strength, exhausted all his strength, and after carrying a stick of incense for a while, he was gradually losing the wind. Yuan Shouyun put on a stern face, and stamped his palm on his chest!

Ye Ai suddenly felt that all internal organs were on fire, and the hot air suddenly rose, flowing around in the body, eager to find an exit, passing through the limbs, and rushing up towards the head.

He opened his mouth, and a mouthful of thick blood spewed out!

At the same time, his nose smelled a burning smell of clothes and flesh, and it was emanating from himself.

Ye Ai gritted his teeth and stood up with force. Before he could take a breath, Yuan Shouyun slapped him again, causing his feet to leave the ground and his body to retreat. He finally hit a tree before stopping.

Ye Ai vomited blood lying on the ground, vomited out a large puddle of sticky blood.He tried to get up again, struggled a few times, rolled over and fell to the ground on his back, closing his eyes.

Yuan Shouyun walked over defensively, bent down and put his fingers under his nostrils, then stood up straight, and said coldly: "You Ye family, it's over after all."

After finishing speaking, he jumped together, and his figure disappeared into the depths of the woods.

On the other side, Zhao Zenian, Feng Yueyi, and Qin Pei bought three horses on the road, and rode over quickly.They came to the door directly, and Ye Qiuliang went to the cemetery to report, only to be surprised to find that the young owner of his family had disappeared.

When Zhao Zenian and the others heard this, they had a bad feeling and asked Ye Qiuliang to send someone to look for it quickly.Seeing their serious expressions, Ye Qiuliang felt uneasy, and ordered the guards to look around.

Finally, Ye Ai was found dying in the woods.

The guard reported, Ye Qiuliang screamed and rushed over, Zhao Zenian and others arrived later, saw Ye Ai's lips were covered with blood, his chest directly scorched his clothes, pierced his chest, and burned his flesh into a black spot. Palm prints come.

Seeing it, Ye Qiuliang blurted out: "The Chihuo Divine Art?"

He was shocked: "How could it be the Chihuo Divine Art?!"

Zhao Zenian took his pulse without saying a word, and Qin Pei followed him once, both of them were silent.Feng Yue thought they were like this, and didn't know what to say.

Seeing their actions, Ye Qiuliang thought they knew medical skills, and asked anxiously, "Three young masters, what happened to my young master?"

Qin Pei regretted, "It's hard to heal from a serious injury."

Ye Ai's breath was weak, he inhaled less and exhaled more, his chest didn't rise and fall much.

Ye Qiuliang cried loudly on his stomach: "How good this is, how good this is!"

Zhao Zenian reminded him: "Boss Ye, take the man back first, and invite the doctor too!"

Ye Qiuliang came to his senses and hurriedly ordered people to lift Ye Ai up carefully.

When Ye Yanqing got the disease of losing his soul, Ye Ai invited famous doctors all over the world to treat him, but they couldn't cure him. After that, Ye Yanqing would get sick from time to time, making the village a mess. For convenience, Ye Ai specially Four or five doctors were raised in the village to prepare for emergencies.

Now, Ye Qiuliang has invited all the doctors over.

The doctors all shook their heads after making diagnosis and treatment one by one.Ye Qiuliang knelt by the bed and wept loudly, calling for Ye Ai loudly, still holding on to his last single hope.

After crying for a while, he wiped his tears and asked: "Three young masters, you must know what happened, don't you? It was the Chihuo Divine Art that injured the young master, and it was related to Feiyunya Yuan's family, right?!"

Speaking of the last three words, they were already roaring out of the chest.

Faced with such a situation, Qin Pei was quite serious: "Yuan Xinghuan is still recovering from his injuries, the only one who can beat Young Master Ye like this can only be that one."

Ye Qiuliang's eyes widened and he asked, "What's the reason?!"

"Ah!" Qin Pei sighed and said a few words.

Ye Qiuliang knelt down on the ground in shock, unable to believe it: "How is it possible? How is this possible?!"

"Otherwise, why do you think Yuan Shouyun wanted to kill your young master? Naturally, he would kill the weeds!"

Ye Qiuliang stayed there for a while, then got up from the ground: "This old slave wants to avenge the young master and the third young master!" Saying that, he was about to rush outside.

He was stopped by Qin Pei: "Your family's young owner has become like this, what revenge do you have?"

Ye Qiuliang was shaken all over, and knelt down on the ground limply again, weeping deeply, sobbing endlessly.

Feng Yueyi tugged Qin Pei's sleeve, meaning that the old man is already sad enough, so don't provoke him any more.

Zhao Zenian beckoned, signaling the servants and the doctors who were serving Ye Ai to come over: "Take care of Young Master Ye's injuries first, and then change him into clean clothes."

Ye Qiuliang came to his senses, and got up straight: "Our young master is still alive, so we can't wait for him, wait for him..." But he was so sad that he couldn't say anything.

Zhao Zenian was very indifferent: "It's always going to be like this, why not do it now."

After the clothes were changed and the wound was treated, Zhao Zenian let the idlers go down.

After the door closed, he turned back to the bed, took out a white jade bottle from his pocket, and poured out a grape-colored pill, the size of a fingernail.

Ye Qiuliang wiped away his tears: "Mr. Zhao, what is this?"

Zhao Zenian supported Ye Ai's head with one hand: "Go get a glass of water."

Ye Qiuliang was stunned for a moment, shocked by the aura emanating from him.

Seeing that Boss Ye was stupid, Qin Pei stuck his fan in his waist, poured himself a glass of water, and asked, "Can this medicine save his life?"

"No." Zhao Zenian stuffed the medicine into Ye Ai's mouth, poured it with tea, made sure he swallowed it, and then pressed his palm on his chest to dissolve it with internal force.

"If it can hang his life for the time being, it can be delayed for a few days."

There was hope in Ye Qiuliang's eyes again: "Then this old slave will take advantage of these few days to invite the doctor again?"

Zhao Zenian glanced at him and shook his head: "It's useless, what he suffered was not an ordinary internal injury, his internal organs were severely damaged, it is a great fortune among misfortunes to be able to breathe now!"

"Then sit and wait?" Ye Qiuliang shook his head violently: "No! The main reason for Shaozhuang is to leave like this. What's the point of old slaves and old slaves living?!"

Feng Yueyi pressed Zhao Zenian's shoulder: "If you have any ideas, just say it, don't torture the old man."

Zhao Zenian got up from the bed and walked to the side: "Boss Ye, I want to take Young Master Ye to another place, where someone may be able to heal Young Master Ye."

"Who is it?" Ye Qiuliang staggered over and knelt down on the ground: "Who is Mr. Zhao talking about? This old slave begged him to save my young master!"

Zhao Zenian's eyes flashed, and he said: "This person has many rules and never sees outsiders. If I come forward, he should agree."

Ye Qiuliang still begged him to tell who that person was.

Zhao Zenian remained silent.

Feng Yueyi also wanted to know. At this moment, Qin Pei coughed lightly and said, "Mr. Ye, didn't you hear it? Ze Nian didn't say it was for the good of your young master. If Yuan Shouyun knew that your young master was still alive, and It is still possible to come back alive, what do you think he will do?"

Ye Qiuliang looked terrified: "He will catch up, block Mr. Zhao's way, and kill the young master's last chance!"

"That's right, so don't ask me any more."

Ye Qiuliang bowed his head and said nothing, tears fell straight to the ground, it was hard for him, half of his body buried in the ground, crying like this.

Feng Yueyi and Qin Pei couldn't bear to watch it.

Zhao Zenian turned around and looked at the people kneeling on the ground: "Boss Ye, you can't be idle either, you have to go and organize a funeral for Young Master Ye."

Ye Qiuliang understood, and carefully arched his hands: "Thank you Mr. Zhao for reminding, this old slave knows what to do!"

Feng Yueyi suddenly shouted: "Zenian!"

Zhao Zenian looked up, and Feng Yueyi was standing by the bed, waving at him excitedly: "Come here quickly, Young Master Ye seems to be moving!"

Ye Qiuliang hurried over like sparks, the four of them stared at Ye Ai without blinking, and they saw him slowly open his eyes.

Several people called him each, hoping that he would wake up.

Ye Ai's eyes were slack, and he managed to focus on one point, as if he could see the faces of the people in front of him clearly, he raised his right hand suddenly, and grabbed Zhao Zenian's collar.

Zhao Zenian lowered his body involuntarily, if he hadn't supported the edge of the bed with his elbows, he would have had to lie on Ye Ai's body.

Qin Pei looked at Ye Ai's actions and said, "Young Master Ye seems to have something to say."

Zhao Zenian was thinking whether to put his ear close, Ye Ai's lips moved, the voice was not loud, but clearly audible.

Intermittently: "Zhao, Mr. Zhao, avenge, avenge, for me... the Ye family! I, I would like to present the entire Yiye Zhiqiu!"

Zhao Zenian was taken aback, he was afraid that Ye Ai would say the words "Jingxu Pavilion" in front of other people, but luckily Ye Ai didn't.

Qin Pei suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Feng Yueyi was astonished. Ye Ai entrusted Zhao Zenian to investigate the cause of Ye Wei's death. It was unusual. He was entrusted with such a big task as revenge, and he did not hesitate to sacrifice the whole of Ye Zhiqiu for it. Where did this sense of trust come from? Come?

Tears welled up in Ye Qiuliang's eyes again: "Young Master..."

Ye Ai only saw Zhao Zenian, and he was staring at him firmly, his face was full of indescribable sincerity, regret for not being able to take revenge in person, as well as a sense of injustice but helpless sadness at the world!

Zhao Zenian felt a little uncomfortable being teased, but remained calm: "The last time was a verbal agreement, and you know the reason."

The two of them have conditions for each other, because of Pu Ze, Ye Ai guessed his identity, he didn't want to kill him rashly, and thought it would be interesting to find out the cause of Ye Wei's death, so he chose to compromise.

"This time the situation is different. You need to sign your name with your own hand."

Ye Ai just turned her head: "The four treasures of literature and study!"