The Holy Hand Medical Concubine

Listening to her words, Sheng Chuxin pursed her red lips a few times, and muttered to herself: Mother Xueqing, did you forget to introduce? It's clear that the Patriarch in front of you didn't have a chance to introduce you at all.

However, she is an elder anyway, so she can't say anything.

"Bei Yedi?" Qian Ming looked at Bei Yehan.

"It turned out to be Bei Yedi, the old man has seen it."

Unexpectedly, the ones who came with Sheng Xueqing turned out to be Emperor Bei Ye and the Empress. That is to say, Sheng Xueqing's daughter is now the Empress of Ye An Sheng Lu?

No, he heard that the current situation in the Yedarin Sacred Land is very bad, and the battle between Bei Yehan and Bei Yeyi's mother and son is very fierce.

At this time, Bei Yedi still has the spare time to come to his Thousand Clan with Sheng Chuxin?

Is there something you want? But what Bei Yehan wants from their thousands of generations, he can't think of any treasures in the family that Bei Yehan can look up to.

Bei Yehan just nodded his head towards him, and didn't say anything to him, but turned to look at Sheng Xueqing.

"Mother-in-law, we've been standing here for a long time, it's better to get down to business first."

"Business?"

Qian Ming's eyes flicked back and forth between Sheng Xueqing and Bei Yehan.

Sure enough, there is nothing to go to the Three Treasures Hall. Sheng Xueqing came here for many years to do business. Fortunately, his son still misses her so much, he doesn't know whether he should feel sad for his son.

"The saint is here, what's the matter?"

he cleared his throat and asked.

"It's like this, the saint's hearing skills are full of him..."

"Father, why don't you invite people to sit down and serve tea when guests come to the door?"

Suddenly, a refreshing voice interrupted Sheng Xueqing's words, and everyone looked around after hearing the sound, only to see Qian Shuman walking in from the outside, being supported casually.

"Man'er, why are you here? Didn't I tell you to..." Take a good rest.

Qian Ming didn't say anything later, and he also knew that his son would definitely not be able to lie down when he heard Sheng Xueqing's arrival.

He couldn't help but secretly sighed, isn't this self-abuse? Knowing that there is no possibility between Sheng Xueqing and him, why do you still demean yourself like this?

He cast a casual glance.

He casually lowered his head silently, not daring to look at Qian Ming.

What the young lord wants to do is something that one of his subordinates can stop. In fact, he doesn't want to stop it. Although the poison of the young lord can't be cured, I believe that as long as he sees the saint, the young lord will Surely it will be better, right?

"Full of skills..."

Sheng Xueqing stared at Qian Shuman faintly. The man in front of him was so emaciated that he was almost inhuman. At first glance, he looked like a real ghost.

"How did you become like this?"

"Snow...cough cough, cough cough cough."

Before Qian Shuman could say a word, he was already coughing, because he couldn't catch his breath, his whole face was flushed, and bright red blood had fallen from the corner of his mouth, seeping from the gap between his five fingers covering his lips. out.

"Shuman! Chuxin, show him quickly."

Sheng Xueqing's heart tightened, she turned her head to look at Sheng Chuxin, and said hastily.

Sheng Chuxin shrugged, raised his right hand, and pointed his index finger at Qian Shuman. Everyone saw a beautiful and dazzling purple magic power slowly being injected into Qian Shuman's eyebrows.

After a while, Qian Shuman's breath calmed down.

Qian Ming immediately ordered Qian Shuman to sit down casually, and then ordered the maid to bring a wet white towel, and asked Qian Shuman to wipe off the glaring blood on his mouth and hands.