Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The room was in chaos, with tables and chairs overturned on the floor, and cups and plates scattered all over the place.

Song Yan frowned and looked around, his eyes full of anger. He looked at Huang Feiyun and said in a bad tone: "Huang Feiyun, look at what you have done!"

"This is nothing. If you had just listened to me, this wouldn't have happened." Huang Feiyun said arrogantly.

Song Yan glared at Huang Feiyun angrily, but did not notice that one of Huang Feiyun's men had quietly circled behind him and raised the stick in his hand.

Just as the stick was about to fall, Shu Changsheng shouted, "Xiao Song, be careful behind you!"

At the same time, Shu's father and mother's faces also changed drastically. Shu's mother was quick to pick up a stool next to her and smash it over.

The stool hit the attacker right on the arm. The attacker felt pain and the stick in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

Song Yan was startled, then reacted, turned around and kicked the person who attacked her, causing the person to retreat repeatedly.

Huang Feiyun saw that the situation was not good and shouted, "Come on!"

His men rushed forward and the scene fell into chaos again.

Song Yan had never fought much since he was a child, let alone a group fight. He waved a dagger, but was a little flustered and could only cope with it with difficulty.

Shu Changsheng was very brave. He rushed left and right to protect Song Yan.

Shu's father also protected Shu's mother behind him.

At this moment, a black shadow flew down from the beam at an extremely fast speed. Before anyone could see the person's appearance, they only felt a gust of wind blowing past.

Huang Feiyun and others were swept away and almost fell to the ground.

Song Yan looked up in surprise: "Ah Qi!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he found that the person was not Ah Qi, but a strange man.

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, and then saw the man holding a knife and approaching Huang Feiyun.

Huang Feiyun shouted in horror: "How dare you! I am Prince Yong's man!"

The man was not moved at all. At this time, Shu's mother said, "Ashi, tell them to get out!"

The man called "Ashi" answered, "Yes."

As he said that, he took a step forward, held the blade of his knife horizontally against Huang Feiyun's neck and said, "Get out right now!"

Huang Feiyun suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, "Let's go!"

His men quickly surrounded him and fled out of the house.

After leaving the Shu family, Huang Feiyun's face was terribly gloomy: "I've made a note of this account, just wait for me!"

After Huang Feiyun and others left, everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief.

Mother Shu took Song Yan's hand, looked him up and down carefully, and asked with concern: "Child, are you okay?"

Song Yan shook her head and said, "Aunt, I'm fine. I'm sorry to have worried you."

"It's all Changyu's fault. He always causes all these troubles." Although Shu's mother complained, there was no blame in her eyes.

"Mom, this can't be blamed on Changyu." Shu Changsheng said on the side.

Song Yan asked, "Is Shu Changyu not back yet?"

"He hasn't been seen for a month since he left home during the Lantern Festival," said Shu's father.

An Shi put away his knife at this time and stood aside respectfully.

"Ashi, do you know where Changyu went?" Father Shu asked, staring at Ashi.

An Shi bowed slightly and replied, "I don't know."

But he added: "I just saw An Wu outside the door. He may know the whereabouts of the master."

Shu Changsheng hurriedly said: "Quick, call Anwu in."

Anwu outside the door: ...

After a while, An Wu walked into the house and bowed respectfully.

Father Shu asked anxiously, "Anwu, do you know where Changyu went?"

An Wu glanced at Song Yan silently and replied with a cold face: "The master went to Guang'an Prefecture."

But Song Yan keenly noticed a hint of unnaturalness in An Wu's expression, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart.

Song Yan stared at An Wu and asked slowly, "An Wu, are you sure Shu Changyu went to Guang'an Prefecture? Why do I feel like you are hiding something?"

"The master..." An Wu hesitated, "was poisoned."

Everyone was shocked.

Song Yan's heart suddenly sank, as if hit by a heavy hammer. His face turned pale instantly, and his lips trembled slightly: "This... How is this possible?"

"Where is he now?!"

Anwu replied: "In a cabin in the woods to the west."

Upon hearing this, Song Yan ran away, and the others hurriedly followed.

Along the way, Song Yan's heart was in a mess. He kept praying in his heart that Shu Changyu would be fine.

The mountain road was rugged and Song Yan almost fell several times, but he didn't care about the scratches on his body. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to find Shu Changyu as soon as possible.

Finally arrived at the cabin.

Song Yan didn't even have time to catch her breath and rushed into the room. She saw Shu Changyu lying on a simple wooden bed, his face as pale as paper and his lips bloodless.

Song Yan's heart tightened and her eyes instantly turned red.

He walked quickly to the bedside, gently held Shu Changyu's hand, and said in a choked voice: "Shu Changyu, you must hold on, I will definitely find a way to save you."

Shu's father and mother also rushed over, and when they saw their unconscious son, Shu's mother burst into tears on the spot.

Although Shu's father was trying hard to hold back his grief, his eyes were red. He patted Shu's mother on the back and comforted her, "Don't cry, Changyu will surely be blessed by heaven."

Shu Changsheng frowned and said, "Dad and Mom, I will go to the major pharmacies in the city to find detoxifying herbs." After that, he turned around and left in a hurry.

At this moment, Song Yan's gaze fell on Shu Changyu's furrowed brows, and her heart seemed to be squeezed and she could hardly breathe.

If he had not cowardly avoided the problem and had been honest with Shu Changyu earlier, perhaps this would not have happened.

Song Yan was filled with self-blame, wishing it was herself lying there at this moment.

Suddenly, Shu Changyu's eyelashes trembled slightly. Song Yan widened her eyes in surprise and came forward: "Changyu, Changyu, are you going to wake up?"

Mr. and Mrs. Shu also hurried over and watched nervously.

Then, Shu Changyu slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were still a little hazy, but when he saw Song Yan, they lit up slightly.

Song Yan was so excited that she almost cried: "Shu Changyu, you're awake!"

Mr. and Mrs. Shu cried with joy, and Mrs. Shu held Shu Changyu's hand tightly: "Son, how do you feel?"

Shu Changyu's voice was slightly hoarse: "I... I'm fine. Sorry to have made you worried."

Song Yan quickly said, "Don't talk for now. Have a good rest. We will always be here with you."

But Shu Changyu slowly shook his head: "No, I have something to tell you."

Mr. and Mrs. Shu looked at each other and then said, "If you have anything to say, just say it. Old Shu and I will go out first and won't disturb you." After that, the two of them left the wooden house.

Only Shu Changyu and Song Yan were left in the room.

"Yanyan." Shu Changyu spoke.

Song Yan responded softly: "Yeah."

"Yanyan," Shu Changyu forced a smile with great effort, "Sorry, I broke the appointment."

Song Yan's eyes were sore and his throat was tight. He tried to hold back his tears and said, "No, you didn't break the appointment. I missed it."

Shu Changyu raised his hand with difficulty, and Song Yan quickly held it: "Don't talk anymore, take a good rest."

"Yanyan, if you don't tell me now, I'm afraid it will be too late..." Shu Changyu's voice became lower and lower.

"No!" Song Yan interrupted him, "You will definitely get better. We haven't gotten married yet. I promised to marry you, and I will never break my promise."

Shu Changyu pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty: "Yanyan, I am satisfied with your words."

"I'll go find a matchmaker and propose marriage right away," Song Yan said anxiously, "When you get better, we'll have a grand wedding."

"Yanyan, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for that day."

"Nonsense!" Song Yan shouted, "You will definitely get better. I won't allow you to say such depressing words."

"Okay then." Shu Changyu nodded slightly, "Yanyan, I believe you."

Song Yan felt so distressed when she saw Shu Changyu's weak appearance that she turned around and went to find a matchmaker.

But before he could leave, Shu Changyu started coughing again and his face turned pale in an instant.

Song Yan hurriedly turned back and held Shu Changyu, saying in a panic: "Changyu, don't scare me!"

Shu Changyu was barely breathing: "Yanyan, I... I'm afraid I can't make it."

In the panic, the quilt was lifted up a little. Suddenly, Song Yan felt something was wrong. He smelled a strong smell of blood. He pulled the quilt open and took a look.

Shu Changyu's shirt was open, and his flat chest was covered with purple bruises and wounds of varying depths, some of which were still oozing blood.

Shu Changyu's eyelids twitched violently.