Start in exile and use the space to pamper the yandere regent.

The old Mrs. Guo Gong, with the support of Zhen Guo Gong, reluctantly walked into the bamboo shed. Just when Master Tao and his family wanted to follow them and hide in the bamboo shed to take shelter from the rain, they saw an old man with some medical skills, Dr. Du Fu, hurrying towards the bamboo shed.

And behind Dr. Dufu, there were actually many people following him, some carrying elderly people on their backs, or holding young ones in their arms. As for the others, those in their twenties and thirties just followed from a distance and did not come closer.

When Doctor Du saw the Duke of Zhen, he hurriedly saluted and asked, "Master, I wonder if it is convenient for Second Grandma?"

Although Xu Yixuan had a look of confusion on her face, she vaguely guessed something and hurriedly walked out of the bamboo shed: "Doctor Du, what do you want from me?"

"Two days ago, I saw you, Second Grandma, take your wife and fifth lady to take care of you. I wonder if there are any extra herbs? Most of these people just have cold air in their bodies..."

"I do still have some ginger left here. In addition, I bought some isatis root when I was in Changping County. Can Dr. Du use it?" After that, Xu Yixuan gave up the bamboo shed.

"Yes, that's great." The wrinkles on Dr. Du's face seemed to have relaxed by half in an instant. He quickly turned around and motioned to the young man behind him to light the bonfire so that he could cook the medicinal soup.

The old lady knew that this time she would have to watch helplessly as the third room was soaked in the rain outside the bamboo shed. Especially when he looked at the eldest brother and the second brother, almost everyone was wearing an enlarged bamboo hat, and his chest felt very clogged.

But the old lady also knew very well that in the current situation, she couldn't really force the eldest brother too hard, at least she couldn't let them take the initiative to give up the bamboo hat. The eldest son of this family, from the Duke of Zhen and his wife to the three sisters Shu, are more sick than the last.

Especially Tao Jinyan, the eldest grandson who was once the most beloved, now only has half of his life left. The second grandson’s muscles and veins in his hands and feet have also been severed, and he is no different from a disabled person. The three sisters, Sister Shu, have pale faces and have lost a lot of weight...

The old Mrs. Guogong looked at her youngest son Tao Sanye, who was soaked in the rain and felt aggrieved, with distress, and said to herself: I can only count on my youngest son for the revitalization of the Duke's mansion in this town.

Just when the old lady wanted to say something, she heard Xiao Jinren ask with a gloomy face: "Doctor Dufu, are these people really just ordinary cold air entering their bodies?"

It's no wonder that Xiao Jinren asked like this. Ever since he hid in the dilapidated temple during the pouring rain, one thing happened after another, and he didn't even have a chance to breathe.

From the white lunatic patient I met at the beginning, to the biting rats in the first half of the night, to the masked assassins who killed everyone on sight in the second half of the night. Wave after wave, not counting sudden floods, the wooden bridge at the other end of the valley was washed away by floods, and dangers such as mudslides on the northern slopes.

It seems like a natural disaster, but I'm afraid it's more likely to be a man-made disaster.

No wonder Xiao Jinren is so sure. Take the previous assassinations by masked assassins as an example. These people didn't even plan to let Xiao Jinren off. Who gave him the courage?

Xiao Jinren, who vaguely realized something was wrong, quickly asked people to check the weapons and even the bodies left by these masked assassins. It would have been better not to inspect the body, but after the inspection was completed, another official responsible for inspecting the body was lost. As for those weapons, at first glance they do look like the long scimitars commonly used by nomads from the north, but if they are confidently identified, they seem to be more like Japanese knives from overseas.

As for the corpses, after carefully peeling off their black tights, it turned out that more than half of the left side of their hearts had black and red tattoos, including wolf heads and wolf bodies, and many more.

But it is not possible to say that these assassins are really from the northern nomads. After all, the nomadic people in the north had been beaten to the point of crying by the cavalry led by the Duke of Zhen, and even the royal court was brought to their knees. If it had not been impossible to recover for at least 20 to 30 years, Emperor Qi Hui would not have suddenly turned against him, crossed the river and demolished the bridge, ordered the entire Zhenguo Palace to be raided, and sent the entire Tao family to the northwest.

All these doubts and confusions prevented Xiao Jinren from straightening out his thoughts for a while. It happened that at this time, a flood caused Xiao Jinren to lose all his belongings. Not to mention that the exile team of nearly a thousand people suffered a loss of 20%. However, there were still many people who were afraid that more than just the cold air would enter their bodies. So simple.

Xiao Jinren thought of the white mad patient who was killed by him. For some reason, his throat felt itchy and he suddenly vomited out a mouthful of blood.

"grown ups!"

Xiao Jinren's vision suddenly went dark, and then he straightened his head and fell down, frightening everyone around him.

"This, this..." The confidant beside Xiao Jinren quickly stepped forward and supported Xiao Jinren so that his head would not hit the ground directly. "Doctor Du, please... let me take a look quickly!"

"Then, let's carry the person into the bamboo shed first." Doctor Du looked at Duke Zhen and saw that Duke Zhen had no objection, then he said.

Xu Yixuan moved back a few steps without leaving a trace, then raised her head halfway and looked at Bai Qi who was standing not far away wearing a straw hat knitted by someone unknown. Seeing a faint smile on his face, she knew Xiao Jinren's collapse this time may not be that simple.

At least the bad luck is true.