Chapter 7

Feng family is an aristocratic family with an extraordinary position in Longxiang city.

Nowadays, the Empress Dowager's mother is the direct sister of the old man of the wind family, and the old man of the wind family is a veteran of three dynasties.

As the eldest daughter, Feng Qianwei is the heart treasure of master Feng at Feng's house.

In order to avoid damage to her sister's reputation, Feng Jiumu gets off his horse and directly climbs over the wall to take her to Caiwei Pavilion.

The area of Fengfu is very large. There are hundreds of people living in Fengjia. Yards with different styles are arranged in turn. Each yard is separated by a certain distance.

Feng mansion is designed by feng shui master Tang Lao himself, step by step, showing the atmosphere.

There are very strict guards here. They are not ordinary guards, but fully armed soldiers.

The courtyard of Caiwei Pavilion is full of roses. All kinds of rare varieties are accommodated in this courtyard.

Feng Jiumu falls in Caiwei pavilion with Feng Qianwei in her arms. A green skirt woman immediately rushes out when she hears the news.

"Young master, young lady, what's the matter?"

"Ningcui, you take good care of Weiwei. I'll ask the doctor. Don't tell others about it."

Feng Jiumu puts Feng Qianwei on her bed. At the moment, her face is very pale and her breath is getting weaker and weaker, which makes him anxious.

"Yes, please rest assured, young master."

Ning Cui answered. She is Feng Qianwei's personal maid. She has been taking care of her since she was a child.

Feng Qianwei was lying in bed and fell into a coma. On her way back, she diagnosed her pulse and found that the body was poisoned over time.

The original owner died because of the severe poison attack. After she woke up, she just suppressed the poison hair because she soaked in hot spring water, but it was only temporary suppression.

After she left the inn, she felt something was wrong. Unfortunately, she didn't have time to treat herself.

Ning Cui moves around anxiously in the room because Feng Qianwei doesn't like many people. Caiwei Pavilion serves her alone.

Looking at the older lady's increasingly pale look, she didn't know what to do. She could only cover Feng Qianwei with a quilt.

Just then, two figures came in a rage.

"Brother Wen, sister she's life is up to you. You must save her. I'm just such a sister. If she has something wrong, I..."

Feng Jiumu said as he walked, making the elegant man around him cry and laugh.

"I promise to do my best."

The speaker is Wen xulai, known as the ethereal holy hand. It is said that he has extraordinary medical skills and can rejuvenate.

He can solve any difficult and miscellaneous diseases.

There are so many people who want to see him. It can almost be said that ten thousand gold is hard to find.

Feng Jiumu once saved Wen Xu, so he promised to do it once.

This opportunity is equivalent to a life-saving card, but Feng Jiumu didn't leave the opportunity to himself, but asked him to save his sister without hesitation.

"Please."

Feng Jiumu takes him to Feng Qianwei's bed and asks him to feel his sister's pulse across the bed curtain.

He knew that this gentle young man was really capable. Even the oldest imperial doctor was ashamed of himself.

If he can't save his sister, no one in the world can save her.

Wen xulai sat by the bed, his slender hand as white jade, pressed on Feng Qianwei's hand through a layer of gauze.

His expression was focused and his face was picturesque.

A green shirt, reflecting the thin light scattered outside the window, made him look as ethereal as an immortal.

"Poison enters the lungs and penetrates into bone and blood. It's a vicious means."

He diagnosed the situation of Feng Qianwei, but according to her physical condition, it should be that he can't live to save her.

"Brother Wen, please! Save her anyway. I promise no matter what reward I want."

When Feng Jiumu heard his words, his body suddenly shook and his eyes became red.