He Lan Tianxia

In the end, the magistrate could not persuade his son otherwise and had Hong Xiuying carried in. Hong Xiuying was still unconscious. The doctor anxiously examined her, but in the end, he was at a loss for what to do.

"What's going on?" The county magistrate asked anxiously.

"She must have been poisoned herself while trying to detoxify your son." The doctor suddenly knelt down, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "My lord, my medical skills are rudimentary; I cannot cure this poison."

The magistrate didn't intend to make things difficult for the doctor, but instead ordered the constables to quickly fetch another doctor. This doctor was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to leave or stay, so he could only stand there and observe the situation further.

In fact, poisoning is something a doctor can treat, so why did this doctor find it so difficult? Because at this time, Hong Xiuying was neither bleeding nor had her face turned black; instead, her face was flushed and rosy. However, judging from the slightly swollen skin on her hands, it did look like she was indeed poisoned. As a result, it was difficult to administer the medicine.

Soon, another doctor arrived. He examined the patient using the four diagnostic methods (inspection, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation) but couldn't diagnose the illness either. However, he was a bit bolder than the first doctor, prescribed some medicine, and had it brewed and drunk, but the patient didn't wake up. At this point, the county magistrate didn't know what to do. However, since his son woke up, he had calmed down and his mind had become much sharper. He thought of those two powerful figures; they were knowledgeable and experienced and should be able to help.

"Go, find Young Master Wang." The magistrate ordered the constables to search for him, and at the same time ordered people to continue to fetch doctors. Several more doctors arrived one after another, but they all shook their heads and said it was a strange illness.

The magistrate's son was also extremely anxious. He disregarded his own illness and personally came to serve Hong Xiuying. To be honest, his heart had fluttered when he saw the girl. He had just witnessed Hong Xiuying using martial arts to heal his injuries, which caused him to be poisoned. He fell even more deeply in love with her and secretly made up his mind that he would marry no one but Miss Hong.

"Reporting to Your Excellency, we cannot find Young Master Wang and the others," a constable returned to report.

"Keep looking. Don't come back if you can't find it," the magistrate ordered.

"Yes." The constable went out again.

Time ticked by, but Hong Xiuying showed no signs of waking up. The magistrate's son, Zhong Ziqi, could only keep giving her medicine, at least it was an antidote prescribed by a doctor. Around midnight, the magistrate released several doctors, leaving only one to continue his rounds. This doctor had a new idea: to use a medicinal soak to remove the poison. Zhong Ziqi agreed, and so he summoned a maid to help Hong Xiuying remove her clothes and soak her in a large wooden tub.

Zhong Ziqi was worried, but due to the taboo against men and women touching each other, he moved a stool and stood guard with his back to the large tub. Seeing that the maid was dozing off repeatedly, Zhong Ziqi told her to go and take a nap, and that he would call her back to help after the bath was finished.

At the fourth watch, the barking of dogs rose and fell. Zhong Ziqi cautiously closed the door tightly and added two more constables to guard the outside. After a round of barking, it suddenly fell silent. After another half hour, there was no sound. Although Zhong Ziqi's poison had been neutralized, his body was still weak from the previous poisoning. As he sat there, his eyelids began to droop. Just as Zhong Ziqi's head hit the ground and he fell asleep, a loud noise suddenly came from the roof. Zhong Ziqi woke up abruptly, and the two constables had already rushed in.

"Young Master." The constable quickly approached Zhong Ziqi, cautiously glancing up at the roof. Just then, the sounds of fighting came from the roof. The constable wanted to help Zhong Ziqi out, but Zhong Ziqi refused; Miss Hong was still soaking in the tub. He considered lifting her up but felt it inappropriate. He glanced at the two constables, unsure of what to do.

"Call the maid, quick!" Finally, the maid came to mind.

But it was too late. With a "whoosh," a person fell from the roof and landed right in the wooden tub. Zhong Ziqi was stunned for a moment, then jumped into the tub with unimaginable speed to protect Hong Xiuying. He touched her—hmm? Slippery, it was a bald man. The bald man immediately stood up, glaring angrily at Zhong Ziqi.

Abbot Zhong Ziqi was so frightened that his nostrils shrunk to almost nothing.

"You, you, you..."

The abbot, covered in medicine, disgustedly wiped his face with it. Just as he was about to attack Zhong Ziqi, he heard a noise behind him. He stepped on the edge of a wooden tub and leaped out the door. At that moment, two people landed on the roof.

"You help him." Murong Junlan put Yan'er down and then chased after the abbot.

Yan'er glanced at the two people in the wooden tub, her brow furrowing. What's going on? Wait, the woman isn't dressed yet? Has things progressed that quickly?

Zhong Ziqi then realized his embarrassment and quickly climbed out of the wooden tub, his face flushed red as he tried to explain. Yan'er had already turned to leave, so Zhong Ziqi hurriedly called out, "Miss, could you do me a favor?"

"You called me?" Yan'er turned around and noticed that something was wrong with Hong Xiuying. She asked, "What's wrong with her?"

"Miss Hong was poisoned while trying to save me," Zhong Ziqi finally had a chance to explain.

"Poisoned? What kind of poison?" Yan'er couldn't understand.

"That stinky monk just threw a hidden weapon at me and hit me. Miss Hong was poisoned while trying to cure me."

Finally, she understood. Yan'er immediately thought of Ling Yi, but Ling Yi wasn't here, so she seemed helpless and had to wait for Murong Junlan to return. However, seeing Hong Xiuying soaking in the medicinal solution, she understood; she had soaked in this stuff before. Forget it, the roof is already broken, what's the point of soaking her? She glanced at the clothes draped nearby and decided to help Hong Xiuying put on her clothes first.

Yan'er suddenly pulled her clothes over and said to Zhong Ziqi, who was still standing there in a daze, "Young Master Zhong, please excuse me for a moment."

Zhong Ziqi quickly went out with the constable and closed the door behind him.

Seeing that everyone had left, Yan'er prepared to help Hong Xiuying get dressed. She glanced at her curiously; hmm, not bad figure. Her skin wasn't too dark either; she was quite a beauty. Just as Yan'er was about to reach out to help Hong Xiuying out, Hong Xiuying suddenly opened her eyes wide. The force of her gaze made Yan'er's blood run cold. Hmm, wasn't she poisoned?

At this moment, Hong Xiuying realized that she was naked. She was instantly enraged. She covered her body with one hand and grabbed Yan'er's neck with the other, squeezing it tightly.

"My dear aunt, what's wrong with you? Why are you attacking me?" In a moment of panic, Yan'er grabbed Hong Xiuying's hair. She had to thank Prince Murong for teaching her the "turtle-scraping skill."

"Bitch, how dare you humiliate me?" Hong Xiuying's eyes were filled with a fiery rage.

Yan'er tugged hard at Hong Xiuying's hair and then bit her when she wasn't looking. Hong Xiuying wasn't weak, but she wasn't wearing any clothes, so she couldn't perform well. As soon as Yan'er let go, she jumped away.

Unhappily, Yan'er threw the clothes at Hong Xiuying, glared at her, and said, "Good intentions will be punished by lightning." After saying that, Yan'er left Hong Xiuying, who was still confused, and opened the door and went out.

Zhong Ziqi waited outside for them to come out, but only Ai came out. He was worried and quickly came over to ask what was going on. Yan'er was full of anger and had nowhere to vent, so she vented her anger by saying, "I don't know." After saying that, she flicked her sleeves and went to find somewhere to have some fun.

The commotion had already alerted the county magistrate, who dared not sleep soundly. The magistrate rushed over and saw that Hong Xiuying seemed to be alright, but there was a large hole in the roof. Just as he was about to get angry and investigate, a sudden, rapid sound of chasing and hitting came from the roof. The magistrate was shocked and quickly looked for a place to hide. Before he could even squat down, his collar was grabbed by someone.

"You?" The magistrate and the abbot looked at each other. The magistrate's legs went weak. He regretted running out. He should have been sleeping in bed.

"Amitabha," the abbot said casually, just as Murong Junlan caught up.

"Release him." Murong Junlan looked at the abbot with an unquestionable expression.

The abbot clung to this lifeline, unwilling to let go. He had been chased to the point of exhaustion by Murong Junlan before finally arriving here for refuge, fearing that letting go would mean certain death. But when she looked up at Hong Xiuying, her legs began to tremble uncontrollably. Was this a case of having nowhere to go and pursuers at her back?

Hong Xiuying seemed to understand something at this moment. She glanced at the serious-looking Murong Junlan, then brandished her long whip and charged forward.

The abbot grabbed the magistrate by the neck with one hand, making it hard for the magistrate to breathe.

"Let him go," Murong Junlan said again in a low voice.

The abbot wouldn't listen to Murong Junlan. At this moment, his eyes darted around haphazardly, hoping to find a way to escape this calamity.

Suddenly, a beam of light shone from behind, shining directly into Hong Xiuying's eyes. Hong Xiuying turned her head, and her long whip was snatched away. At the same time, a scream was heard, followed by the sound of someone falling from the darkness.