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The next day, Ming Er, who was concerned about Huo Yi's injury, did not dare to delay any longer, and went to the study to find Meng Fuyuan to get medicine early in the morning.

Seeing that it was Ming Er who came, Meng Fuyuan was slightly surprised, and joked casually, "You can't wait."

Ming Er reluctantly smiled twice as if agreeing, but did not refute.

Meng Fuyuan told Ming Er, "Master Bian said he would send someone to deliver the plaster today. If you are in a hurry and want to get the medicine as soon as possible, just wait with me in the study."

Ming Er naturally nodded.

Seeing this, Meng Fuyuan didn't bother about Ming Er anymore, as if he wasn't in the study, sitting in front of the desk, he didn't know what he was writing, and as he wrote, Meng Fuyuan's eyebrows became more and more frowned, probably because he was thinking again. Some tricky stuff.

On the other side, Ming Er had a serious face, and the wooden chair seemed to have teeth. No matter how he adjusted his sitting posture, he still felt uncomfortable.In the past, when I saw Meng Fuyuan alone, I had something important to report, and left after I finished speaking. Ming Er and Meng Fuyuan sat idle in the study for the first time, and felt that I couldn't let go, neither sitting this way nor sitting that way, Even though Meng Fuyuan was gentle and refined when he was not angry, Ming Er always felt that there was an unknown pressure on Meng Fuyuan.

When he was bored, he sneaked a few glances at Meng Fuyuan, and seeing Meng Fuyuan's complexion became more and more serious, Ming Er suddenly remembered what Huo Yi said to him yesterday, and thought that Meng Fuyuan might be bothered by Yang Qi's matter, and he didn't know what was wrong, Ming Er suddenly Said: "Villa Master, the person Yang Qi wants to kill may be in the same camp as Wuwei Villa." The moment he blurted out, Ming Er actually regretted it, but the water splashed by what he said had already reached Meng Fuyuan's ears.

Sure enough, Meng Fuyuan put aside the wolf hair in his hand, looked up at Yang Qi, "Why did you say that?"

Ming Er had no choice but to bite the bullet and tell Huo Yi's words to Meng Fuyuan.

After finishing speaking, Meng Fuyuan nodded, "It makes sense. But the last conclusion may not be correct."

Ming Er was stunned for a moment, his confused eyes revealed some curiosity.

Meng Fuyuan understood the meaning of Ming Er's silence at a glance, and explained to him helplessly, "The person Yang Qi wants to kill may also be someone in the Jianghu who Wuwei Villa can't afford to offend, and may not be in the same camp as Wuwei Villa."

Ming Er nodded slowly, pretending to be suddenly enlightened, he only hoped that Meng Fuyuan would not ask any further questions.

But he didn't want Meng Fuyuan to see through Ming Er's disguise at a glance, "You still don't understand?"

Without waiting for Ming Er to answer, Meng Fuyuan continued to explain straightforwardly: "If it is a small person who can solve it secretly, Yang Qi has already solved it secretly. But if it is a big person who cannot afford to offend, Yang Qi dare not act rashly. It may be that he betrayed Wuwei Villa. I want to take Wuwei Villa out, after all, if he is the shadow guard of Wuwei Villa, then his every move represents the meaning of Wuwei Villa. If he succeeds in killing that person one day, it will implicate the whole Wuwei Villa.”

"So that's it." Ming Er nodded again and again, and finally fully understood the meaning of Meng Fuyuan's words just now, and was suddenly enlightened, "Thank you, owner, for clarifying the confusion!"

Meng Fuyuan was not surprised when he saw this, it seemed to be in the fabric of the clothes, he raised his eyebrows and asked again: "The long series of speculations you just mentioned, you didn't come up with it yourself, did you?"

"No." Ming Er hastily denied.

"who is it?"

"It's Huo Yi."

Hearing the words, Meng Fuyuan didn't speak for a while, remained silent for a while, then sat upright again, picked up the wolf brush and started to write, but he didn't want to write a few words, and made a mistake.

The piece of rice paper in front of him is the letter he is about to send to Bian Qingyu. The letter paper was supposed to be cut into small pieces. The reason for doing this is not because the organ bird can't fit it, but because too much paper will increase the weight of the wooden goshawk. The abdomen will affect its flying speed.Therefore, the content of the letter also needs to be refined, not to mention typos to expand the space.

Meng Fuyuan had no choice but to rewrite. He took out a sheet of raw paper and pressed it under the paperweight. Meng Fuyuan tapped a little ink with the tip of his pen and raised his pen with his sleeves.

With a long sigh, Meng Fuyuan simply rolled up the waste paper, put down the brush, and asked softly, "What's the situation with Huo Yi's injury now?"

Ming Er wanted to answer honestly, but suddenly thought of Huo Yi's gloomy appearance, so he changed his mind and decided to help Huo Yi out, "The owner of the villa also knows that I don't know much about medicine. Yang Qi... is not here anymore, so I don't know too well, if the owner of the villa has time, maybe he can go and have a look in person."

Meng Fuyuan lowered his eyes, making it difficult for people to see the expression in his eyes. He was speechless for a long time, and the long silence made Ming Er inexplicably flustered. He didn't know what to say to make amends, so he could only follow Meng Fuyuan in silence.

"I remember that Fu Ba's medical skills are not bad." Meng Fuyuan suddenly said again, his eyes wandered to an unknown corner, he didn't know what he was thinking, "Did Fu Ba not help Huo Yi to see the wound?"

"Of course I read it." Ming Er replied truthfully, "It's just that Fu Ba is good at poisoning, and after all, Yang Qi is more proficient in using medicine to save people."

Meng Fuyuan was silent for a moment before he said: "You reminded me that Yang Qi rebelled, and Wuwei Villa not only lost a shadow guard, but also lost a doctor." He couldn't help frowning, "Now recruit for Wuwei Villa. People are not feasible, if you attract secret agents, you are asking for trouble, I have to write to ask the head of Bian, and ask him if he can send a trustworthy doctor."

Just as he finished speaking, a servant knocked on the door.

Meng Fuyuan said loudly: "Come in."

I saw two young servants carrying a large wooden box together, put it down panting, and put down one of them and said, "Return to the owner, this is personally sent by Jiang Wenxu, a disciple of the Tianquan sect, it is the best medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing stasis." Ointment and powder."

Meng Fuyuan waved his hand, "Understood, you all step back first."

As soon as the servant left, Ming Er asked: "Should I take all these patented medicines away now, or pick some and take them away today, and then come to the owner to get them every time I need them in the future?"

Meng Fuyuan glanced at the wooden box, and said calmly: "It's not some expensive ointment and powder, you can take them all away. When you use it, don't be stingy and reluctant. If it's used up, I'll ask the head of Bian to send someone to send some over."

Ming Er nodded to show that he understood that he had practiced martial arts anyway, so he easily lifted himself up and was about to leave.

Seeing that it was inconvenient for him, Meng Fuyuan personally went to push open the door for him. When Ming Er's feet were not in the study, Meng Fuyuan was about to close the door when he suddenly thought of something, struggled for a moment, and finally said: "Ming Er, if Huo Yi's injury has not improved, remember to report to me in time."

Ming Er: "Yes, this subordinate obeys."

After sending Ming Er away, Meng Fuyuan went back to the desk and sat down, looking at the ink on the tip of the wolf hair that was about to dry up, after all, he could no longer arouse the interest in writing letters.He leaned against the back of the chair and closed his eyes, as if he was taking a nap in his busy schedule, but his frown never relaxed. Maybe even when he was recuperating, Meng Fuyuan was still thinking subconsciously, which had become a habit.

Until the familiar sound of the wooden goshawk pecking at the window lattice sounded again, the disturbed Meng Fuyuan had to open his eyes again.

Skillfully took down the letter written by Bian Qingyu to himself, opened it, and Meng Fuyuan glanced at the contents, but this time, Meng Fuyuan was so shocked by the contents of the letter that for a moment he opened his eyes wide, his pupils shrunk slightly, and his eyebrows and eyes narrowed slightly. The time is unbelievable.

In black and white, Bian Qingyu wrote clearly——

Wei Chuge overturned the case for the head of the Kaiyang faction.

He wrote a report letter and sent it publicly to Linghao Pavilion.

The letter stated that Su Yujing, the young hero of the Chiyan Gang who identified the leader of the Kaiyang School as the real culprit in the case of the Chiyan Gang, had actually been turned into a puppet long ago.