After wearing a book, the sickly tyrant only acts like a spoiled child in my arms

"I was taken as a slave."

"But no one is a 'slave' in the true sense of the word."

She is also a little ridiculous to speak out for everyone's equality under this system.

The middle-aged man smiled indifferently, obviously not agreeing with her words.

Su Jiu'er also exposed him, "I know, you are not from Yan Kingdom."

"brush."

As soon as these words came out, Su Jiu'er seemed to hear the sound of A Zhuo's sword being unsheathed outside the carriage.

She guessed right.

"A Zhuo."

The middle-aged man called out again, and another respectful voice came from outside the carriage.

"Yes, Master."

The middle-aged man is quite interested in Su Jiu'er.

"Tell me?"

Su Jiu'er smiled, "You guys are very good at disguising, you even have a similar accent."

"But the incense in the carriage is styrax."

When Su Jiuer was in the palace of Yan Kingdom, in order to make medicine for Yan Yunxiao, she searched the treasury and found a small box of Su Hexiang.

What is recorded in the book is the annual gift given by the late emperor when the two countries met.

This product calms the nerves and nourishes the lungs, and it is rare in the Yan Kingdom, and it is also affordable for people with status and status in the Southern Kingdom.

Su Jiu'er smelled the fragrance, and she already had some judgment on the person in front of her.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but give Su Jiuer a high look.

This is not a slave, with such knowledge, he must be a nobleman in trouble.

Maybe this woman can help him solve his troubled problems.

He asked again, "What is the moon kingdom you mentioned just now?"

Su Jiu'er stared at him for a while, but didn't respond immediately, but lifted a corner of the car curtain, and looked at him more carefully with a little moonlight.

The so-called "from the kingdom of the moon" is just a kind name for this kind of people.

This kind of people are born with disease genes. From childhood, they have white skin, white eyebrows, and white hair.

What's more, the eyeballs will degenerate into white, which will affect vision and normal life.

Although there is no absolute death problem, they are allergic to ultraviolet rays, and the sun's exposure will make them feel uncomfortable, damage the skin, and cause inconvenience in life.

Traditional Chinese medicine calls this "sheep white", and there is no cured case so far.

Naturally, Su Jiu'er didn't have the magic power to treat this disease.

"Girl, have you seen enough?"

He was a little displeased to be looked at so directly by the common people.

Su Jiu'er said, "Excuse me, but there are also people in your father's generation, or in your clan?"

The middle-aged man's brows like silver frost were silently lowered, and he said straight to the point, "Young lady has a cure."

really.

It's genetic.

Su Jiuer frowned in embarrassment.

The disease itself is not fatal, it can only be intervened to reduce the extent of the disease.

If the intervention is good, there will be no major disease problems.

The middle-aged man noticed her embarrassment, and his face gradually turned cold.

It seemed as if he was going to call A Zhuo to throw Su Jiu'er off the carriage in the next second.

Su Jiuer quickly said, "Although it can't be cured, it can be intervened very well."

The middle-aged man looked at her silently for a while.

"A Zhuo."

Su Jiu'er's heart tightened, and A Zhuo reached in and lifted her up, and threw her into a small carriage following her.

The middle-aged man didn't seem to intend to kill her, but after being thrown into the pony carriage, Azhuo came in again and tied her hands and feet.

Su Jiuer looked at the bound hands and feet, the corners of her eyes twitched.

Please, she already has iron chains on her hands and feet to restrict her movements. Is it really necessary to tie a few more loops of rope?

She was now firmly convinced that not only did this middle-aged man have no intention of killing her, he was even afraid that she would turn her back and run away.

So she turned her head to look at A Zhuo who had just tied the rope.

"Brother, I'm really hungry and thirsty, give me some water."

Although Azhuo was wearing the uniform of the Yan Kingdom, his broad body still had a foreign characteristic.

"Um?!"

He frightened Su Jiu'er with a straight face, seeing the little girl blinking at him and smiling, she wasn't afraid at all.

Then he took off the water bag on his waist and threw it in front of Su Jiu'er.

Su Jiu'er said again, "Brother, you tied my hands like this, I can't move! How about this, you feed me!"

A Zhuo raised his thick eyebrows, and asked in a rough voice, "What?"

Su Jiu'er has already opened her mouth, "A man doesn't care about trifles, ah."

Respecting the master's order to bring this little girl back to the southern country, he must ensure that the woman is alive when she arrives in the southern country.

Think about it.

A Zhuo gritted his teeth, picked up the water bag and gave Su Jiu'er several sips of water. The water gurgled down, washing away the stains on the corners of Su Jiu'er's mouth, revealing his fair and small chin.

Back beside the big carriage, A Zhuo asked, "Master, shall we go back now?"

The middle-aged man sighed softly, "I have been in Yan for more than a month, I have searched for strange doctors, but I have never met anyone who has heard of the symptoms."

A Zhuo, "Master thinks this woman is okay?"

"Just a try."

A Zhuo, "Yes, this subordinate will plan the shortest route back to the southern country."
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The next day, in an unremarkable small farmyard.

Chi had already woken up, and he was sitting on the small bench awkwardly at this moment, looking at the unconscious man on the wooden bed, he grabbed the hem of his clothes nervously with his fingers.

This is the man who rescued her in the fire.

Turning her head to look back, Song Xingshi was standing behind her, with a cold face, no smile, and holding the silver needle taken from her chest.

Song Xingshi asked, "Tell me, what is your relationship with the owner of this silver needle? How have you dealt with it?"

Chi Chang sighed and said everything he knew.

But no matter what, she and the owner of the silver needle only exchanged a few words.

"It was she who taught me to set fire to Hualou, maybe she has already escaped from Hualou by taking advantage of the chaos."

Song Xingshi put away the silver needle, folded his arms around his chest, and looked indifferent.

His people had been lurking in the black market all night, and the news had been sent in the morning. The corpses cleared from the ruins did not match Su Jiu'er.

Moreover, Su Jiu'er was not among the people who received treatment.

So there is a high probability that he ran out.

However, there were too many people walking on this street last night during the interrogation, and it was impossible to get any specific information about Su Jiu'er.

At this point, Su Jiuer's clues were interrupted again.

In addition, their hands found traces of the actions of the southerners in the black market.

What is the plan of the southerners pretending to be in Yan?
With the imminent war on the border, Song Xingshi had to pay more attention.

What if it's a spy sent by the other side?
They couldn't delay any longer, there was a battle ahead, and King Qi was chasing him later, so staying too long on the road would not do them any good.

He was able to rush to Kar City as quickly as possible to meet General Zhanye.

"Since you have a relationship with the owner of this silver needle, I won't kill you, but I can't keep you either."

"You go, just pretend that we have never met before."

Star Master Song looked at her and said.

Although the tone was understated, Chi could see another coldness in his eyes.

Presumably, once their affairs were revealed, this man would not hesitate to kill her.

"thump"

Chi immediately knelt at his feet, "Young Master, please take me in. I can wash clothes, cook, and take care of patients. Please take me away, Young Master!"