Ji Wennuan looked at Zhang Shanfeng, "Who said I want to be the patriarch? I am not talking about me, my bloodline is not right, I am talking about the master, isn't my master a girl? Anyway, I can't get a cheaper Song Haiyun, otherwise, how can my master stay here for a lifetime? Even though it's all for the evening--"

Ji Wennuan pointed at Zhang Shanfeng and warned: "Don't tell the master."

Zhang Shanfeng chuckled, "Is there a hush fee?"

Ji Wennuan pointed at Zhang Shanfeng's hand and turned into a fist, eager to try it out at him.

"Senior sister, if you go to the Zheng family, you must call me, and --"

Zhang Shanfeng looked around and approached Ji Wennuan and whispered: "You want to leave the Mo tribe and bring me with you."

"Isn't this your home? You don't like it?"

Zhang Shanfeng touched his hair with his hand, raised his head, and put on a self-deprecating look, "I am used to the bright lights and wine outside, and I don't like it here. The Mo tribe is still the Mo tribe, but it has changed things and people."

Outside, he can avoid those disputes and solve many things simply and roughly.

But here, he can't escape from intrigue.

"I'll talk about it when I can go out myself."

....

Ji Wennuan returned to the room, it was already past one o'clock in the morning.

She took a shower, poured herself a cup of tea, and took two sips.

Unlike outside, the Mo tribe's life pace is very slow.

But this place is not as backward as it was thousands of years ago.

There are electricity and lights here, and in addition to bathing, there are also showers.

Moreover, the lamps here have a strong antique and strong flavor, which looks better than the luxurious crystal lamps outside.

Ji Wennuan took the paper and pen and walked to the window. Based on what Lu Mingcang told her, she drew a relationship diagram of the Mo clan's characters.

She looked at the densely packed paper on the white paper, lit her chin with the tip of the pen, thinking.

The old patriarch should be the master's grandfather.

Lu Mingcang grew up by his side and was taught by him.

The master said before that he believed in Lu Mingcang, and Lu Mingcang was indeed threatened by Song Haiyun because of the old patriarch's affairs.

Lu Mingcang could not have predicted in advance that she would go to Song Haiyun tonight. They discussed in advance that the probability of deliberately telling her was almost zero.

Lu Mingcang and Song Haiyun are not exactly the same people.

The master left the Mo clan and it was also related to this matter.

According to what Song Haiyun said, she and the old patriarch were the two of them.

What happened between men and women was extremely unfavorable to men's reputation, and Ji Wennuan almost immediately made speculations.

It is very likely that Song Haiyun used some despicable means to make the old patriarch do something to her.

Of course, this is just a guess and there is no evidence.

But Ji Wennuan has always believed in her intuition.

If this matter is really as she guessed, once it is spread and the people know it, the impact will be particularly bad.

But Song Haiyun is greedy for power and status and wants to seek revenge on her. Her son wants to take the position of patriarch, so he must not be stained.

Even if Lu Mingcang asked her to say it, she wouldn't say it.

Ji Wennuan got up early and was tired for a day. Thinking of these things, she was sleepy and fell asleep by the window.

I woke up the next day and felt sad - I caught a cold.

Song Haiyun and Zhu Tiantian frowned unanimously as they listened to Ji Wennuan's 108th sneeze.

Zhu Tiantian was worried, "Sister Sister, are you okay?"

Song Haiyun was stern and distressed: "Don't go out tonight in the future. Don't you know what your health is now? You don't have to sit in a good carriage and have to take a breather. Is it better now? Are there any more discomfort?"

Ji Wennuan took a tissue, woke up her nose and felt dizzy.

She was also depressed.

If it was her body before, she wouldn't get sick even if she was wearing a tightly wrapped deep clothes this season, even if she was a little colder and had short sleeves.

She didn't want to get sick either, she just fell asleep accidentally because she was too tired.

Damn Song Haiyun.

She was still too light on her.

Zhu Tiantian sighed, "Sister Sister, it's about to be a handsome man's interview. Can you do this?"

"Didn't you look at the portrait first? It's just a cold, I'll definitely get better in two days."

Ji Wennuan said, sneezing again.

She rubbed her arms, "I'm a little cold, pour me a cup of hot water."

Zhu Tiantian looked at Ji Wennuan’s uncomfortable look and had no idea about the handsome man.

She was worried about her little face and pouting her mouth, as if she was about to cry, "Senior Sister, you can eat a warm fragrance pill to warm your body, I will give you hot porridge. You can't catch a cold in this season? Senior Sister, are you not accustomed to the local environment?"

Ji Wennuan glanced at Yu Yuqiu and immediately said, "If you don't adapt to the environment, you will feel uncomfortable? No, it has nothing to do with this. I sat by the window thinking about things last night, and then, maybe I was too tired and fell asleep accidentally. It was just a small cold. I don't know how you look like this, and I thought I had a terminal illness."

Zhu Tiantian's expression was melancholy, "It's better than me having a sick and cold."

Yu Yuqiu glanced at Zhu Tiantian's back and turned her eyes to Ji Wennuan, "How can you contact Qin Si in this way and let him participate in the recruitment of a son-in-law?"

"It's just a small cold. I'll have a nap at night and it'll be fine tomorrow. Can't I go to find him?"

Yu Yuqiu didn't say anything.

Ji Wennuan was cruel to herself, with strong willpower and firm will. After waking up, her body and skills recovered beyond imagination.

But she was injured in that accident too seriously and it was fundamentally injured. Even Ji Wennuan would have a child more difficult in the future.

It’s like breaking a porcelain bottle. No matter how well it is repaired, it can’t be seen at all. However, as long as you drop it lightly, it will be broken and it will never be repaired well.

Ji Wennu's body is similar to the repaired vase, extremely fragile and cannot withstand any tossing.

Ji Wennuan drank the porridge and went back to her room to sleep.

She actually had no appetite, and she should have no appetite at all, but she still finished a bowl of porridge.

"Master, can you find a few elders to show your elder sister? Their medical skills are better than me, and they may be able to cure your elder sister. The Yangxue Ridge, the Holy Mountain of the Mo clan, has grown a lot of magical medicines that are effective for the body. Can you use them to treat your elder sister?"

"Master, the senior sister has always been in good health. I have known her for so long, but I have never seen her sick. But I have woken up for two months and I am very likely to catch a cold. I have tried my best to take care of her, but when you look at her complexion, it's just like she is sick, but there is no blood."

Zhu Tiantian felt very distressed and was about to cry while talking.

Yu Yuqiu is not much better, "Do you think I don't want to? But if you ask a few elders to take care of her, what if you find out that she is not my daughter... But I will find a way to guard your senior sister, don't let her blow the wind, and the cold will worsen. It's true that such a big person will not take care of himself at all!"

When Ji Wennuan woke up, it was already evening.

The doors and windows of the room were closed, and Zhu Tiantian sat next to the bed.

"Sister Sister, there is good news and bad news now. Which one do you listen to?"

Ji Wennuan looked at the curtain on the top of the bed, her voice was still sleepy, "Good news."

"The Fourth Master wants to choose a wife."
Chapter completed!