Heroes Shed No Tears Chapter 9: 　 Butterfly Dance

The sixth day of February.

Chang'an.

Four homing pigeons flew out from Luoyang, one of them lost its way in the cold, dark sky, and one of its wings was frozen by the ice and snow of the cold wind, and fell to death in the poor mountains on the border of Guanluo, but there were still two flying. Arrived in Chang'an. It flew to Chang'an just before dawn on the eighth day of February.

"Cai Chong is dead," Zhuo Donglai told Sima Chaoqun very dryly, "Yang Jian died here. The other two died in our raid. Zhu Meng's four King Kongs now have one left. Nothing underneath."

Sima is enjoying his charcoal-roasted beef. This meal seems to have become a source of vitality for his day. This is also the time when he has the best energy and clearest mind of the day.

"When did Cai Zhen die?" He asked Zhuo Donglai.

"Yesterday morning." Zhuo Dong said back and forth: "I only received the news of his death an hour ago."

He has an expert who trains homing pigeons, and the people he sends to Luoyang to inquire about the news usually bring one or two homing pigeons. At that time, there was absolutely no way to deliver messages faster than this method.

"I seem to have heard that Cai Chong has completely controlled the Lions Hall, how could he suddenly die?" Sima talked, "A person like him, Haoxiang shouldn't die so fast."

"If someone is pierced by a sword, no matter who will die quickly."

"But it is not easy to pierce a person with a sword in his heart." Sima asked: whose sword is the w-handled sword. "

"It's Xiao Gao's." Zhuo Dong said: "Gao Jianfei."

"It's him again!" Sima cut off a piece of beef with his machete. "He has arrived in Luoyang?"

"It was probably only the day before yesterday."

Sima chewed slowly, until the scent of beef had completely melted into his feelings, and then he said, "Of course Cai Chong is not an opponent with high-flying swordsmanship, but since Cai Chong has taken control of Xiongshitang. Five around him. There should be good hands to protect within ten steps."

"It is said that it was on a street at the time." Zhuo Dong said: "At that time, the street was not only full of children of the Lion Hall, but also a dozen killers who were bought by him at a high price. If his opponent It’s more dangerous to walk on that street than a sheep into a pack of wolves."

"But did Xiao Gao go?"

"Yes, Xiao Gao went, and went alone." Zhuo Dong said: "A person, a sword, like an old woman carrying a basket to buy vegetables, walking down the street."

"What then?"

"Then he pierced Cai Chong's heart with that sword, pierced into the front of his chest, and pierced out of his back."

"Why did Cai Chong let him get close? Why didn't he order to kill him first?"

"I thought about this too," Zhuo Dong said, "I think the most important reason is that Cai Chong not only wants to use Xiao Gao to trap Zhu Meng, but also doesn't pay much attention to him. He must think he would never dare to be there. Under such circumstances."

"Then Cai Chong died without being wronged at all," Sima said coldly, "Whoever underestimates his opponent deserves to die."

Cai Chong not only underestimated Xiao Gao's speed and martial arts, but also underestimated his personality and courage.

Sima suddenly sighed again: "But Xiao Gao must be dead, too. He must have been mortal when he went." Sima Chaoqun said: "It's really lucky for Zhu Meng to make this friend of him."

"There are indeed not many people like this now. If one dies, one will be lost." Zhuo Dong said. "But it's not less now."

"Xiao Gao is not dead yet?"

"Nothing."

Zhuo Donglai said lightly: "Now he may live a lot happier than most people in the world."

Sima looked surprised: "Why?"

"Because he didn't cross friends either." Zhuo Dong said: "Zhu Meng didn't let him go all alone."

"Is Zhu Meng also rushed?" Sima was even more surprised: "He saw Cai Chong take all his people away, but he hid like a wild dog. At that time, what did he do? Is there something to break there?"

"Initially I thought he was finished. We had crushed his outer shell like a walnut under a hammer, and the remaining walnuts could even bite into toothless children."

"Does his hard shell grow back now?"

"It seems to be."

"How did it grow?"

Zhuo Donglai had a thinking fish in his eyes. After a long silence, he slowly said: "Some trees seem to have completely withered in winter, but when it comes to spring. After receiving the spring breeze, rain, heating, and sunlight, suddenly It became alive again, with green shoots and new leaves growing."

His voice seems to be very far away: "Some friends affect people like spring breeze, rain, water, heating and sunlight." Zhuo Dong said: "For Zhu Meng, Gao Jianfei seems to be this type of friend."

Sima Chaoqun sighed softly: "He really is. It doesn't matter to everyone."

Zuo Donglai was suddenly silent, a pair of wolf-like gray eyes suddenly showed an expression that no one can understand or explain, and the sharpness in his eyes gradually dimmed.

Sima Chaoqun didn’t seem to notice, and went on to say, “The people Cai Chong ambushes on that street are mostly Zhu Meng’s old men. Seeing Zhu Meng suddenly regain his former glory, he will definitely be caught by him. "Sima said, "What's more, Cai Chong has died under Xiao Gao's sword."

So his conclusion is: "As soon as Zhu Meng shows up, most of these people will not dare to take action, because Zhu Meng still has a breath."

Zhuo Donglai remained silent.

Sima also said: "Those who have been hired by Cai Chong at a high price, of course, will be shot."

"Why?"

"Because they are all people who have a price," Sima said, "Cai Chong can buy them, and Zhu Meng can buy them too."

His voice is full of disdain: "If a person has a price, he is not worth it, not even a cultural department."

Zhuo Donglai closed his mouth again.

"It was because Cai Chong had forgotten these two points that Zhu Meng and Xiao Gao were able to live to the present." Sima exhaled, obviously satisfied with his inference.

Zuo Donglai did not respond at all, and Sima couldn't help but ask him again: "Don't you even have any opinions?"

Zhuo Donglai shook his head.

Sima Chaoqun frowned: "After Zhu Meng rushed away, what happened there?"

"I don't know."

"I don't know?" Sima Chaoqun almost exclaimed: "Why don't you know?"

After a long silence, Zhuo Donglai coldly replied: “Because these news were not brought by people, but by pigeons. The pigeons can’t speak, they can only bring letters.” He said, “The pigeons too. It's not an eagle. The road from Luoyang to Chang'an is not too close. If you want pigeons to bring letters, you can't bring too long letters."

There is no emotion in Zhuo Donglai's voice: "This matter must be a very long letter to make it clear, so they had to divide this letter into four paragraphs and bring them to the four pigeons." /

"Have you received a pigeon from?"

"Two." Zhuo Dong said: "Two pigeons, two paragraphs of letters."

"Which two paragraphs?"

"The first and last paragraphs."

"Of course what you said was the first paragraph." Sima Chaoqun asked: "What about the last paragraph?"

"The last paragraph is the end, only a few lines." Zhuo Dong said: "I can read it to you."

Sure enough, he immediately read it out without missing a word: "Twenty-three people died in this battle, nineteen serious injuries, and eleven minor injuries. The deaths and injuries are not miserable. The **** atmosphere after the war lasted for a long time. , If the streets were washed in blood, only Zhu Meng and Gao Jianfei could survive unharmed."

Sima sighed after Zhuo Donglai finished reading for a long time.

"There are more dead than seriously injured, and more severely injured than lightly injured. You can imagine the fierceness of this battle."

"Yes," Zhuo Donglai said indifferently: "It can be seen that no one took action at that time."

"At that time, the street was like a big bag of gunpowder that had not yet been triggered. As long as one person dared to make a shot, this person would become the primer of the gunpowder and was already lit," Sima said: "So at that time, as long as If someone dared to make a move, that big bag of gunpowder would explode immediately, exploding Zhu Meng and Xiao Gao to pieces."

"Yes," Zhuo Dong said, "the situation was indeed like this at the time."

"But Zhu Meng and Xiao Gao are still alive now."

"Yes," Zhuo Dong said, "the two of them are indeed still alive."

"With the power of the two of them, how can you beat those people?"

"They are not two, but three."

"Who is the other one."

"Spiked shoes."

"Spiked shoes?"

"Spiked shoes are not a pair of spikes," Zhuo Dong said: "Spiked shoes are a person's name."

"How is his martial arts?"

"Not so good."

"But you seem to respect him very much."

"Yes," Zhuo Donglai admitted immediately, "I always respect useful people."

"He is useful?"

"Very useful. Maybe it's more useful than the other disciples under Zhu Meng's school combined."

"Is it because he can die for Zhu Meng anytime?"

"Death is not a difficult thing, and he will not die for Zhu Meng at any time," Zhuo Dong said, "As long as Zhu Meng lives, he will definitely try to live, because he has to take care of Zhu Meng, he To Zhu Meng is like an old dog to its owner."

Zuo Donglai coldly continued: "If he wants to work hard for Zhu Meng at any time, this kind of person is not worthy of attention."

Sima Chaoqun suddenly laughed and laughed, "I understand what you mean," he said, "I understand very well."

Zhuo Donglai looked at him coldly, and suddenly a look of anger that was more terrifying than a blade appeared in cold eyes, suddenly turned around, and strode out.

The sky is gloomy, and the sound of falling snow comes out of the window, a sound that can only be heard when people are very lonely.

Sima's laughter had already stopped, instead of smiling at all in his eyes, he seemed unspeakable sadness.

He heard the sound of falling snow. But he did not hear his wife's footsteps.

Because when Wu Wan walked in, he was already drinking.

Wu Wan came over quietly and sat down beside him.

She never discouraged him from drinking, because she is a smart woman and a wise wife. She knew that there were some things that no one could dissuade.

It's just that today is a little different than usual. Today she actually started drinking too, and she drank very quickly.

It wasn't until she was about to drink the third cup that Sima looked back at her.

"It looks like it's still morning."

"It seems to be."

"You seem to be drinking already."

"It seems to be." Wu Wan replied softly.

She is a gentle wife, very, very gentle. She has always been obedient to her husband. Even when she is most uncomfortable and angry, she speaks softly and has never lost her temper.

But Sima Chaoqun knew: "You only start drinking early in the morning when you are angry." He asked his wife, "Why are you angry today?"

Wu Wan did not answer, nor did she speak.

She was pouring wine silently, pouring a full glass for her husband and herself.

"I know why you are angry, you are coming for Zhuo Dong." Sima said, "You can't understand the way he talks to me?"

Wu Wan is silent and tacitly agrees.

"But you should also know that he is not like this, he is also angry today." Sima said, "Because I have been praised Xiao Gao in front of him today."

Suddenly a sneerful smile appeared in his eyes: "He never liked me to praise others for being a good friend in front of him."

Wu Wan actually spoke up.

"Is he jealous?" Her voice suddenly increased, and it was also full of ridicule: "Even I am not jealous, why is he jealous?"

Wu Wan has always been gentle, very gentle, but now she has drunk five glasses of wine.

She drank the wine Sima usually drank most. Sima usually drank spirits, the strongest wine.

A woman who seldom drank alcohol, suddenly drank five glasses of strong alcohol, no matter what she said, it is worthy of forgiveness.

——A man who seldom drinks alcohol suddenly drank five glasses of strong alcohol. What he said is also worthy of forgiveness.

So Sima smiled.

"You were originally jealous, you have been eating Zhuo Dong's jealousy all the time, as if I would treat him as a woman."

"I know you would not treat him as a woman, and he did not treat you as a woman." Wu Wan had another drink: "He always treats you as his son. Without him, you There is no today."

Her voice was hoarse, and she hissed and asked her doctor: "Why can't you do something by yourself and let him know that you can live without him? Why can't you prove it to him?"

Sima did not answer, nor did he speak.

Like his wife, he was pouring wine silently, pouring a glass for himself and his wife.

But Wu Wan didn't drink this cup again. She had fallen into his arms and wept bitterly.

Sima did not cry, there was not even a tear in his eyes.

He seems to have no tears.

In this magnificent courtyard, in the wide and gorgeous garden, there is a secluded corner with a very narrow door in the corner. Occasionally one or two melodious piano sounds will be heard behind the door. But no one knew what was outside the door, and no one had seen the person playing the piano.

Because this is the restricted area drawn by Zhuo Donglai, if someone dares to step into the restricted area, his left foot will step in first and cut off his left foot, and the right foot will cut off his right foot if he steps in first.

This is a very simple decree, simple and effective.

Whether it is from Sima's residence or from Zhuo Dong's cabin, it takes a long way to come here.

Zhuo Donglai was holding an oil-paper umbrella and braved the snow to walk through the garden. When he walked on the snow-covered path, although he did not perform any light work, there were only a few shallow footprints on the snow.

The narrow door in the corner is closed all year round.

Zuo Donglai knocked on the door lightly, knocked three times, then knocked again, waiting for a long time before the narrow door opened.

The one who opened the door was an extremely beautiful woman, wearing a snow-white silver fox cloak, and her face looked like her cloak.

Zuo Donglai lowered his voice and asked respectfully: "Has the old man risen up yet?"

"I woke up a long time ago." The woman said, "Old people always get up very early," she said quietly, "Maybe they know that there is not much to come, so they cherish every day."

Behind the door is a quiet little courtyard, full of refreshing plum fragrance in the cold wind, an old pine tree with an ancient shape, and a small hexagonal pavilion. An old man sits in the pavilion and looks at the snowflakes outside. Falling down, it seems that the gods have already been seen.

No one knows his age and name, even he himself has forgotten.

His body is thin and short, looking like a **year-old child from a distance, his head looks like a dried hard-shelled fruit, and his face is engraved with wind, frost, rain and dew and countless painful experiences. The traces left behind.

Although the ruthless years have completely shrunk his body, his eyes still often flashed with a kind of naughty light full of old man’s wisdom and childlike.

At this time, his eyes look like the ocean under the sun.

Zhuo Donglai respectfully stood outside the kiosk and greeted respectfully: "The old gentleman's complexion seems to be much better than when I came last time, as if he was suddenly twenty years younger."

The old man didn't seem to see him at all, and didn't intend to pay attention to him, but suddenly turned his head. Squinted at him.

"Do you think I really seem to be twenty years younger?"

"Of course it is true."

"Then you are a blind, stupid and stupid blind." Although the old man was cursing, his voice was very pleasant: "Can't you see that I am forty years younger?"

Zhuo Dong came and laughed.

A woman in Xuezi was already standing beside the old man, and the old man took her hand and held it with both hands.

"This is her contribution." The old man squinted and smiled: "Only a beautiful girl like her can make an old man younger."

"This is also my credit." Zhuo Dong said: "I sent her here."

"But I don't appreciate you at all," the old man squinted again, his eyes flashing with mischievous and cunning light: "I know you are slapping me again, and you want to keep me in your head. Dig things out."

Zuo Donglai did not deny that, the old man asked him: "What are you trying to dig this time?"

"Is a person."

"Who?"

"Xiao tears blood."

The smile on the old man's face suddenly disappeared, and even his shiny eyes turned dead gray.

"Xiao Lei blood, Xiao Lei blood," the old man kept chanting the name: "Is he still alive? Isn't he dead?"

"Not yet!"

The old man sighed long, "Now I know what kind of person you are." He stretched out a deflated finger and pointed to Zhuo Donglai's nose: "You are a super bastard, silly and stupid. Stupid, so you will mess with him."

Zhuo Donglai is not angry.

No matter how this old man treats him, he seems to be angry, because only this old man can tell him something he really wants to know but doesn't know.

"I don't want to mess with him," Zhuo Dong said, "I just want to know two things about him."

"Which two?"

"His martial arts, his weapons."

The old man seemed to be nervous suddenly. An old man of his age shouldn't have been so nervous.

"Have you seen the weapon he used?" He asked Zhuo Donglai.

"I don't have one."

"Of course you haven't seen it," the old man relaxed again: "Only the ghosts who died in **** have seen it."

"No one has seen his weapon?"

"Absolutely not," the old man said, "as if he would never see the tears."

"The tears?" Zhuo Dong asked, "Who is the tears?"

"Master Xiao’s tears."

"Who is Master Xiao?"

"Master Xiao is Xiao Leihen's father."

Zhuo Donglai always thought he was a very wise man, but now he is completely confused.

He didn't even understand what the old man said: "Why can't he see his father's tears?"

"Because when he sees the tears, he will die under the tears."

Zuo Donglai didn't even understand: "Can tears also kill?"

The old man looked into the distance, his eyes seemed full of sadness and fear, as if a person suddenly saw something he couldn't understand or control.

I don't know how long it took before he slowly stretched out his shriveled hands, gently plucking a piano in front of him.

With a sound of "Zheng Cong", the strings rang.

The old man suddenly said: "Die Wu, please dance for me."

The silver fox cloak slipped from her shoulders, and the woman in silver was still silver.

Key white short coat, silver white long skirt.

The long skirt flutters like water, the butterflies dance gracefully, and the long skirt rolls up like clouds, revealing a pair of slender, sturdy and beautiful legs full of elasticity.

No one can describe her dancing posture, and no one can describe her legs.

Even Di Xiaohou, Di Qinglin, who knows how to appreciate women the most, can only say: "I can't believe that a person will grow such a pair of legs."

The sound of the melodious piano suddenly became gloomy and bleak, and the dancer's dancing posture also became as if the last fall of the dance in the autumn wind was still in the fall, the beauty was so desolate, and the beauty was heartbreaking.

Suddenly there were tears in the old man's eyes.

With a sound of "clang", the string broke, the sound of the piano stopped, and the dancer's long skirt floated down like a cloud.

The dancers are also crouching on the ground, like a big goose slowly sinking into the blue sky and blue sea while dying.

Then there was a peaceful and harmonious silence. So quiet, so beautiful.

A teardrop was already streaming down the old man’s eyes like a pearl, leaving a clear tear on his old and shriveled face.

One drop, two drops...

"The tears are like this." The old man murmured, "The tears are like this!"

"What does it look like?"

"Unique and perfect." The old man said: "There is absolutely no sword that is still in the world."

"Sword," Zhuo Donglai asked, "Tearstain is a sword?"

"It's a sword." The old man said: "A perfect sword is like the dance of Diwu."

"Why is this sword called a tear mark?"

"Because there are tear marks on the sword." The old man said: "If there are tears on the sword when the sword is out of the oven, it will leave tears that can never be erased."

"Whose tears are there?"

"It's Master Xiao," the old man said: "Master Xiao is the only one in the world."

"When the sword is first released, both gods and ghosts are jealous. I know this too." Zhuo Donglai said: "But I don't understand why Master Xiao himself shed tears for it?"

"Because he is not only good at forging swords, but also the art of swordsmanship," the old man's voice is full of sorrow: "As soon as the sword is released, he has seen from the sword an unresolvable omen."

"What bad omen?"

The old man sighed: "You yourself said just now that when a sword is born, gods and ghosts are jealous. As soon as this sword is released, it carries the curse of ghosts and gods and the hostility of heaven and earth. Not only will it hurt people when it is out of its sheath: but The person closest to Master Xiao will also be used as a sacrifice."

"The closest person to Master Xiao is Xiao Leixue?"

"Yes." The old man said sadly: "When this sword was released, Master Xiao had already seen that his only son was going to die under this sword."

"Why didn't he ruin this sword?"

"He can't bear, nor dare."

"This sword is the brainchild of his own work. Of course he can't bear to destroy it." Zhuo Donglai can also understand this: "But I don't understand why he dare not destroy it."

"Heaven’s will is impermanent, and the majesty of heaven is unpredictable. There are many arrangements in the world that cannot be resisted by humans." The old man's eyes showed the indescribable fear: "If Master Xiao destroys this sword, say Uncertainty, more terrible disasters will befall his only son."

Zhuo Donglai's eyes are shining: "How did Master Xiao deal with this sword later?"

"Master Xiao has three disciples. The eldest disciple has acquired his swordsmanship, and travels all over the world to use each other's weapons."

"I've also heard that there is an old man sharpening a knife in the rivers and lakes. He is a good sword and is as effective as a god," Zhuo Donglai said: "Master Xiao's major disciple must be him."

The old man nodded: "Master Xiao's second disciple, Shao Kongzi, acquired his sword-making skills, and later became a sword master."

"Shao Kongzi?" Zhuo Donglai was shocked: "Is that Master Shao who cast the parting hook?"

"It's him."

The old man said: "Both of them are unborn geniuses, but Master Xiao passed his most proud stabbing technique to the third disciple, and he also passed the tears on him."

"Why pass it to him?"

"Because this person is not only broad-minded and benevolent, but also very indifferent in nature. He has no fame and desire, and he never kills."

"He has done all the swordsmanship of Master Xiao, and of course no one can take the tears away from his hands." Zhuo Dong said, "Such a benevolent elder, of course, will not harm the only son of his teacher. "

"Moreover, when he was thirty years old, he was already hidden in the mountains. He vowed that he would never step into the red dust in his lifetime, and he would bury his tears in the mountains after death."

"Which mountain is it?"

"I don't know," the old man said, "No one knows."

Zhuo Donglai sighed: "Because of this, there is only one swordsman missing in the arena, and a sharp weapon is missing. Is this the luck of the Jianghu people? Or unfortunate?"

"But Xiao Leixue finally survived."

"Yes," Zhuo Dong said leisurely, "No matter what, Xiao Leixue finally did not die under the tears, at least he is still alive now."

Although his voice is also full of sadness, his eyes are already glowing with excitement, as if a disciple saw a young girl standing by his bed.

When he raised his head to look at the old man in the kiosk, the old man seemed to be asleep.

Xi Xue Fei Fei, the small door ajar, Zhuo Donglai has already walked out, Die Wu is ready to close the door.

As long as this door is closed, this place seems to be completely cut off from the outside world.

She only hopes that no one will knock on the door again, and let her and the old man fend for themselves here, because she has no hope or nostalgia for the outside world.

Because her heart is dead, all that is left is a numb body and a pair of legs.

Her legs are like elephant tusks, musk fragrance, and feather horns. They are the most precious part of her life and the root of all her misfortunes.

——If she hadn't had such a pair of legs, what kind of person would she become? Will you live a happier life?

Die Wu hung his head, standing behind the small door, just hoping that Zhuo Donglai would go out quickly.

Zhuo Donglai has turned around and looked at her with a strange look, staring at her very people.

"These days, how are you doing well?"

"Very good."

There is no emotion in Die Wu's voice, almost colder than Zhuo Donglai's voice.

"As long as you want, you can stay here forever," Zhuo Dong said, "I can guarantee that no one will bother you."

"Thank you."

"But I can also send you to other places," Zhuo Donglai said lightly, "If I want, I can send you to other places at any time. I know that some people must want me very much. Do it like this."

Suddenly Die Wu retreated like a frightened antelope, retreated to the corner behind the door, and shrank into a ball.

Zhuo Dong came and laughed.

"But of course I wouldn't do that," his smiling eyes were full of cruel ideas: "I just want to let you know that you should treat me better because you owe me love."

Die Wu raised her head and stared at him.

"How do you want me to treat you well?" Die Wu suddenly asked him: "Do you want me to go to bed with you?"

She is still graceful like a lady, but she speaks like a bitch.

"You should have heard that no one can match my kung fu. As long as a man who has slept with me once, he will never forget me." Die Wu said, "My legs move. What it's like to be a man when you are in, I am afraid you can't even dream of it."

She was already laughing, and her laughter became more and more frantic: "But I know you won’t want me, because you don’t like me. You only like one person. You live all your life for him. ..."

She didn't finish this sentence.

Zuo Donglai suddenly squeezed her hand and slapped her face with a backhand.

Her pale and beautiful face immediately showed five blood-red finger marks, but the color of fear in her eyes disappeared instead, turning into contempt and ridicule.

Zhuo Donglai twisted her hand vigorously and twisted it on her back. After she shed tears from the pain, he said word by word: "You are wrong," as if he was already suffering from other people's pain in his eyes. And full of passion: "Now I want to let you know how terribly wrong you are."

Late at night.

There is no burning lamp in the room, only the flame in the furnace is flashing. Die Wu curled up naked on the soft couch covered with sables. From the flashing firelight, her legs were more beautiful, so beautiful that people would rather go to **** for her.

She no longer shed tears.

Compared with the insults and pain she had just received, the suffering she had suffered before was just like a child's play.

She couldn't imagine such a perverted beast among humans.

The door leading to the outer room was concealed. Zhuo Donglai had already left. Die Wu heard the voice of a young man talking outside.

His voice was very low, Die Wu vaguely heard that he was telling Zhuo Donglai that Sima Chaoqun suddenly fell ill and became very ill. He had already invited several famous doctors to see him, and they all said that he was ill due to overwork. , You need to rest to recover, so you can’t see guests for the time being.

Zuo Donglai was silent, and it took a long time before he asked the young man:

"Are you not allowed to see guests? Or are you not allowed to see anyone?"

"No one seems to see anyone."

"Can't even see me?"

"Probably so."

"That's why my husband specially wants you to tell me~IndoMTL.com~Don't bother him if you tell me?"

"Madam only said, Mr. Zhuo, please put everything aside for a while, and wait until the boss gets better."

"Have you seen the doctor invited by the lady?"

"I saw all three of them." The young man said these three big names, and they are undoubtedly famous doctors in Chang'an.

"What did they say?" Zhuo Donglai asked again: "They all said that the boss was very ill this time. If he drags on, he will be very dangerous?"

Zuo Dongwei was silent for a long time before he sighed: "He really shouldn't be sick these days, he is really sick."

"Why?"

This young man is obviously a close friend of Zhuo Donglai, so he dared to ask him this sentence.

The muscles of Die Wu in the inner room suddenly tightened, because she heard Zhuo Donglai using his particularly cruel and slow way again, saying word by word to the young man: "Because Zhu Meng must be Will come."