The blood on Shen Lie's face gradually faded, he hugged his fists towards the person who sent the message, and said softly: "Thank you brother... Wang Hu... for watching."

Then he clutched the letter tightly and walked into the inner house.

What is supposed to come will eventually come.

After a while.

Inner house.

Shen Lie carefully informed Zhang Jingxiu about Zhang Juzheng's illness, and she immediately panicked and collapsed like that.

Shen Lie quickly hugged her and comforted her with a few words: "Don't panic, don't panic, calm down."

Looking at the sweetheart who has not yet met her, she sheds tears.

At this moment, there is no one left.

Shen Lie quickly helped her sit down on the bed, watching her shed tears, and slowly walked around the house, thinking.

turn out to be.

Did Zhang Juzheng fall ill at the turn of summer and autumn in the ninth year of Wanli?

The bad news came so suddenly.

This made Shen Lie feel a little depressed, and after a moment of pondering, he said decisively: "I'll ask someone to prepare the horse. Yun'er, pack your bags, and let's... go back to Beijing immediately!"

A somewhat panicked Yun'er hurriedly responded.

Shen Lie hurriedly walked out.

In the quiet inner house.
Chapter completed!