In the face of malaria, Zhu GuanLiang was at a loss. After taking so many drugs, Zhou Leping did not improve. Instead, he became more and more serious day by day.

He wrote a letter to his master, asking him to help him. But after waiting for two days, he didn't wait for a reply, and no one saw him. He slowly began to worry. His mood at the moment was just like that of Zhou Leping, who was seriously injured when he came back. He felt helpless and hated his own incompetence.

Zhou Leping sat on the ground with his back against the door and sighed, "how many people have died?"

Outside the door, Zhu GuanLiang sat on the ground, staring at the crack of the door, "not much."

Zhou Leping refused to let him in, so they could only talk through the door. Outside the door, she sighed again, "where's Zhao Deng?"

"A lot of people died in the army, but Zhao Shiqian did not dare to take the opportunity to send troops. The situation is not very good, but it is not so bad."

"I just had a dream."

Zhu GuanLiang put his hand on the door and restrained the impulse to push the door. He choked in his throat and said, "what did you dream of?"

"I dream that I'm dead, and then you cry with my corpse in your arms. Black and white impermanence comes to hook me up. Yama says that I've killed too much in my life, and I can only be a dung beetle in my next life. Ha ha..."

When he heard her smile, he was not angry. "The king of hell can't do it. He doesn't know right from wrong. You killed the damned people. You should enjoy happiness in the next life."

She nodded inside, "I also think I should have a good life in my next life. When I get down, I'll have a fight with the king of hell first, and ask him to arrange a good baby for me and give birth to you as your daughter, OK? I think you must be a good father

"Bullshit He laughed awkwardly. "You're not going to die."

"I'm not afraid of death. I'm not afraid at all. I just feel sorry and reluctant to give up."

Yujiao came to deliver the medicine. Zhu GuanLiang took it and knocked on the door to call her, "take the medicine first."

"Put it there, you all go."

Zhu GuanLiang waved his hand to let Yujiao back. Zhou Leping listened to the silence at the door and opened the door to carry the bowl.

Zhu GuanLiang looked at her small white slender arm, a little breathless. He reached out to hold it, and gently rubbed his thumb on the back of her hand. "Can I go in and have a look at you?"

Zhou Leping was ill, so he couldn't make much effort. He couldn't pull his hand back even if he tried his best, so he was in a hurry, "let go!"

Zhu GuanLiang was afraid of breaking her arm. He didn't dare to work hard. He grabbed her for a while, then slowly took off his hand. Finally, he could only let her go.

The door closed in front of him with a bang, and he heard a hard gasp and a rather impolite rolling.

He stood up and knocked on the door again. "I'll go, but you have to drink the medicine."

Then turn around and bury the steps step by step.

Zhou Leping was afraid of being cheated by him again. This time, the door opened a smaller gap. When he saw his back from the gap, he reached out to take the medicine.

I didn't expect that he would come to this point in the future. Learning this exquisite medical skill could not save her.

His eyes, which used to be unfathomable, are now like a pool of stagnant water, without waves and waves, without any brilliance, and the outsider's heart is also bottomless.

Until a bodyguard came to say that someone outside the palace asked for help, claiming that there was a way to save the queen.

Zhu GuanLiang's eyes brightened, but he didn't ask. He asked the bodyguard to bring the man over immediately.

I thought it was the master. I looked forward to the person with great expectation, but at the moment when I saw the person, I was doused with a basin of cold water.

It's a little girl. She looks about 18 years old at most. It's clear that she's a native of China, but she's dressed in an exotic dress. She's wearing a ring of bottles and jars on her waist. As she walks, she's carrying a huge medicine box behind her. When she comes in, she looks around. Finally, her eyes fall on Zhu GuanLiang. "Are you Zhu GuanLiang?"

The eunuch raised his voice and said, "bold, dare to call the emperor's name, don't you kneel down?"

The little girl didn't take it seriously. Looking at Zhu GuanLiang, she asked, "do you want to save your woman?"

Zhu GuanLiang frowned, "where are you from?"

The little girl said with a smile, "don't care where I come from. Anyway, I can save your woman's life, but I don't save it for nothing. I have conditions."

"What conditions?"

The little girl looked back at the eunuch and the bodyguard, pointed to them and said, "you let them all go out, I'll tell you."

Zhu GuanLiang waved the eunuch out, walked down from the seat, looked at her up and down, "people are gone, you can ask for anything."

Her bottles were filled with medicine. Zhu GuanLiang picked up one of them and smelled it. His eyebrows were wide open. "He's a knowledgeable person. Where did he come from?"

Unexpectedly, the little girl suddenly hugged him and jumped up. Almost the whole person hung on him. "Don't ask me where I come from. Your woman doesn't have much time to delay. It's very easy for you to save her. As long as you marry me, I'll help you save her."

He said, "my name is Cui Shan. No one in the world can save her except me."

Zhu GuanLiang grabbed her back collar and pulled her down. "How can I know if what you said is true or false?"

"Didn't you just smell my medicine jar? I just said that I know what I'm doing. Why can't I be sure whether it's true or not? " Cui Shan continued to stick to the past reluctantly, "your woman is infected with malaria. The person who got this disease can't live for half a month. As far as I know, she is very sick now. You can't do anything about it. If you don't treat her in time, there's only one way to die. You can't think about it for a few days." Zhu GuanLiang pointed to her and said, "your medicine can be dispensed by a doctor who knows how to do it. Just because you know how to do it doesn't mean that I think you can cure her." "I know your master. I know you wrote to him. Your master can't cure this disease. In fact, he asked me to come." Then, fearing that he would not believe it, he took out another letter, "this is your master's personal letter. You should recognize his words, right?" Zhu GuanLiang carefully read the letter up and down. It was really written by his master himself. He would never make a mistake after reading it for so many years. But this is not enough to let him dispel the doubts in his heart, "I don't know the origin of my identity, so I come up with such conditions to make me believe you. Why?" It's better to say a thousand words. After thinking for a while, Cui Shan finally had to make a compromise. "Since you don't believe me, I have a bottle of medicine here. You can take it to her. Although it can't heal, it will definitely improve. Then you can decide whether to believe me or not." Zhu GuanLiang is a little sick now, and he wants to go to the doctor in a hurry. It's better to be a hope than waiting to die. But even so, he should be on the alert. No matter how confused he is, he's not so confused that everyone believes a letter.