Zong Huo glared at him fiercely and turned around to sit on the couch with a huff.

  Ji Lang didn't dare to linger and quickly arrived. When he saw Zong Huo's face, his breath almost got stuck in his chest.

  "Master, how did you end up like this..." He held the medicine box in disbelief, and at this moment, Zong Huo, even if he was dull-witted, had already realized that something was off. He stared tightly at Ji Lang, not making a sound.

  The leader of the dead warriors had a cold expression: "No more nonsense, Season Langzhong. When the young master needs you, shouldn't you let him know your value?"

  Hearing these threatening words, Ji Lang was extremely angry in his heart, but he was really scared by Zong Huo's appearance. He saw him gritting his teeth and carrying the medicine box to sit beside Zong Huo's bed.

  Zong Ho's current appearance is more evil and better-looking than him by a few points.

  Ji Langzhong's hand touched Zong Huo's pulse, and he felt a scorching heat like fire. Ji Langzhong couldn't help but tremble at the tips of his fingers.

  Zong Huo this time was unexpectedly cooperative with Ji Langzhong.

  This time the pulse diagnosis took an extremely long time. Everyone was frightened by Zong Huo's appearance and hung their heads in silence, not daring to speak a word.

  Ji Lang's trembling fingertips finally left Zong Huo.

  Zong stared at Ji Langzhong, waiting for him to say something. The leader of the dead soldiers looked at Ji Langzhong coldly and said, "How is the young master?"

  Ji Lang's hand was still shaking, he reached into the medicine box and took out a handkerchief, slowly wiping away the sweat on his forehead: "Young Master, how much strong wine did you drink last night?"

  The dead men, in order to prevent Zong Huo from going out, almost responded to his orders with a must, including buying the strongest wine in Wuzhou, and every day there was no shortage of beautiful women.

  Zong Huo glared at him: "How much wine this young master wants to drink has nothing to do with you."

  Ji Lang's face turned pale, he looked at Zong Huo's face and said: "Young master, a month before you left Chang'an, you were locked up in the dungeon, the unclean food and poor environment had already hollowed out your body. And this more than a month of continuous travel... Young master didn't

  Adding to his indulgence in wine and women, the fear of being caught has kept him under extreme pressure, always on the verge of an outburst. When they arrived at Wuzhou... The young master should have been able to calm down and rest, but unfortunately, you, sir...

  As Ji Lang said, everyone in the house was naturally on edge, as if they had gone through a cycle.

  The leader of the dead warriors' gaze turned cold as he slowly grasped his knife.

  Zong Hua Yang smashed a teacup on Ji Lang's head: "Don't recite your medical book in front of me, tell me how you're going to treat me!"

  Also from Zonghao's eyes, his madness could be seen.

  Water flowed down from Kirio's head, and he looked absent-minded and disheveled.

  "Xiao will give the young master a prescription, and the young master must drink a bowl of it before each meal. It's not advisable to eat too full during meals, and remember to abstain from meat and wine. This matter... is best entrusted to someone the young master trusts most to supervise him."

  Zong Huo's face was gloomy as he stared at Ji Langzhong, surprisingly not flying into a rage or acting violently like he usually did.

  At this time, the leader of the dead soldiers finally walked up coldly and said, "Young master, if you need it, we will naturally not hesitate to risk our lives for your safety."

  They were martyrs, willing to sacrifice their lives for the sake of Zonghuo at any time.

  At this time, Ji Langzhong glanced at them sideways with his eyes, and slowly clenched his fists in his sleeves.

  This group of dead men is as cold as ice, like a corpse without emotions...

  Zong Ho stared at Ji Langzhong: "Do you have anything else to say?"

  It can be seen that Ji Lang said the previous words, all of which were mustered up with courage. After the leader of the dead soldiers came forward, he was already intimidated and swallowed back the rest of his words.

  At this moment, Zong Huo stared at him and asked, wanting to know if this doctor was still hiding something.

  Ji Langzhong met Zong Huo's gaze and subconsciously startled, standing up from the bedside, then slowly kneeling down to say: "Please, young master, for at least three years, you must not touch wine... or women."

  Zong Huo's eyes suddenly widened.

  The leader of the dead warriors glared at Ji Langzhong, who closed his eyes in resignation.

  "What if you can't?" Zong Huo stared at him.

  "Your body is still in a precarious state, like an oil lamp that's almost out of fuel. I'll do my best to take care of you, but if you don't cooperate, even the great Hua Tuo couldn't help you recover. If...if you can abstain from wine and women for three years, I guarantee you'll live a long life, free from danger."

  Ji Lang was arranged by Zong Chu Ke to be beside Zong Huo, if Zong Huo didn't live long, he would also not survive. So this conversation could only be said to Zong Huo, he wasn't like Zong Huo who had a good father backing him up as a spoiled rich kid, he still had his wife and children, if he was dragged into hell by this spoiled brat, he wouldn't even be able to close his eyes in death.

  At this time, the leader of the dead soldiers stared at Ji Lang and said: "You are a wandering doctor who can only hang up a sign in Chang'an City because you rely on Shangshu's adult, how dare you threaten our young master?"

  Ji Langzhong couldn't bear it in his heart, turned his head and stared at the leader, saying: "A doctor's heart is like a parent's, I'd like to ask you, you don't restrain the young master from indulging in wine and lust, what kind of heart do you have?"

  The leader of the dead warriors' eyes turned cold: "Looking for death!"

  Only to see the long knife being pulled out and directly chopped towards Seiroku's Tianlinggai.

  "Damn it!" A loud and urgent curse came from the bed, followed by a vicious kick from Zong Huo. The leader of the dead soldiers instinctively wanted to dodge, but after a brief moment, he gritted his teeth and took the kick.

  After Zong Huo finished speaking, he scolded loudly, pointing at the leader of the dead soldiers and spraying: "I haven't spoken yet, how dare you draw your sword? You're looking for death!?"

  It's better to say that before Zhong Huo, this dead soldier leader had repeatedly disobeyed his intentions, and he was already burning with anger.

  At this moment, he heard Ji Langzhong's words and was anxious and angry. He looked at the leader of the dead soldiers, suddenly drew his sword, and wanted to kill Ji Langzhong without saying a word.

  Zong Huo's anger was thoroughly provoked. "Isn't it that you were instigated by Lang Zhong? You bunch of dead soldiers have been harboring second thoughts about me, your lord?"

  Otherwise, what's the point of drawing a knife to kill Ji Langzhong?

  Zong Huiben was already suspicious, and now he looked at the leader of the dead soldiers with increasing dislike.

  The leader of the dead soldiers immediately knelt down: "Our hearts are to protect the young master, as clear as day and month. Moreover, we were all personally selected by Shangshu Daren, how could we be unfavorable to the young master?"

  Zong Huo's hand was tightly gripping the corner of the bed, and in his rational mind, he also understood that this group of dead men wouldn't have any problems. However, the action of the man drawing his sword just now still planted a seed of doubt in his heart.

  "Get out of here, you little brat!"

  The leader of the dead soldiers knocked his head slightly, then slowly got up with a knife and left the door step by step.

  Ji Lang knelt on the ground, as still as a wooden carving or clay sculpture. At this time, Zong Huo's irritable gaze turned coldly towards him and said after a while: "Write out the prescription you want to give to Ben Gongzi."

  Ji Lang struggled to get up from the ground, slowly walked to the table, picked up his brush and began writing a prescription.

  People like Zong Huo, no matter how lawless and unscrupulous they are, are ultimately just cowardly and afraid of death.

  He gazed gloomily at Qilang's back as he wrote the prescription, his eyes filled with a crisscross of bloodshot and crimson, extremely terrifying.

  After Ji Lang wrote the prescription, it was quickly taken away by his personal attendant, who examined it before handing it over to the servants in the house to go out and buy the medicine.

  And this medicinal paste was immediately given to Zong Huo after it was cooked, and Zong Huo drank a bowl of it in a loud and rough tone, and was personally escorted by two dead soldiers to sleep.

  After another night passed, on the second day he got up and quickly kicked a maidservant to get him a mirror. The copper mirror reflected in his eyes, everything on his face had disappeared except for an excessive pallor, still vaguely that young master Zong Ho.

  Zong Huo was finally "satisfied", threw away the copper mirror, and began to pant and shout: "Come on, this young master is thirsty!"

  When he saw the ginseng tea brought by his subordinates with a hint of bitterness, Zong Huo's eyes flashed coldly.

  But in the end, he still picked up this cup of ginseng tea and drank it all down.

  Three years, three years without touching women and wine.

  Zong Huo's eyes were uncertain, "I'm asking you all, I'm in a situation here, has anyone told my old man?"

  "A dead soldier bowed his head: 'Report to the young master, on the day we arrived in Wuzhou, we sent a letter to the Minister to inform him that the young master was safe. As for the young master's affairs over the past two days... we have not had time to report yet.'"

  Zong hummed as he gazed at him with a cold smile: "Not even arrived yet?"

  Write a letter and give it to their pigeon to deliver, which would take no more than a moment.

  The dead soldier bowed his head and said: "For the past two days, we have been worried about the safety of the young master, constantly patrolling inside Wuzhou City, so it is true that I did not have time to send a letter to the Minister."

  Zong Huo's eyes gleamed with a hint of blood: "Alright, bring me paper and pen. I'll write a letter to my old man myself."

  A self-indulgent unfilial son would never have thought of writing a letter himself unless he really felt his life was under threat.

  The dead soldier handed Zong Huo a pen and paper. Zong Huo gave him a cold stare, then narrowed his eyes as he stared at the letter in front of him.

  ——

  On the night of Chang'an's Ministry of War, a clerk walked into Zong Chuke's study with his head down. According to the last letter from the dead soldier, Zong Huo should have arrived in Wuzhou by now. The clerk also had a sense of triumph in his heart. After this matter, he must be the second-in-command in the Ministry of War.

  Gently pushing open the door of the study, Zong Chuke was standing with his back to him in front of the window.

  "In the past, that unfilial son liked to stir up trouble in the Shangshu Mansion at this time."

  Zong Chuke himself was a man who kept his distance from women, and in the past, there were nights as quiet as this.

  The staff's eyes flickered slightly, and he followed with a faint tone: "After this time, Lord He will surely understand the young master's kindness."

  Zong Chuke's eyes narrowed slightly as he turned away from the window with a cold expression: "Is it confirmed that Huo'er has safely arrived in Wuzhou?"

  If we say that the former Zong Shangshu was a cold-blooded tiger, now he is a poisonous snake without any emotions.

  The staff smiled faintly: "It's just that I came to inform the Minister, since the young master is fine, the adults... can naturally take action with peace of mind."

  Zong Chuke's hand in his sleeve clenched into a fist, and for an instant, a sinister glint flashed at the bottom of his eyes. He could make his move now.