The Little Medical Concubine of the God of War

"Wang Hao, let's..."

Yun Ziyue waved her hand to stop her just as she was about to say something in Mingxia.

"Hush, let's wait here."

Although there was no one on the futon next to it, Yun Ziyue did not intend to kneel there.

The young lady looked like she was troubled by love, she didn't look very happy. Although Yun Ziyue didn't know this person, it would be better to let her be there now.

Two people waited for less than two minutes. The young lady stood up. At first, this person knelt there and couldn't see her figure clearly, but now she stood up and she could see clearly.

This young lady looked really thin. Although she couldn't see her face, she was very pale and weak and she was very pitiful.

At that moment, Yun Ziyue thought of a small figure.

This figure is not someone else, it is the body that I passed through when I just passed through.

At that time, the lady of the Yun family was even more pitiful than the one in front of her.

Yun Ziyue shook her head. She is not a Virgin either. No matter how this lady is like the former Miss Yun family, she will not help casually.

Just as Yun Ziyue was thinking about this, the young lady turned around and was slightly taken aback when she saw Yun Ziyue and Mingxia next to her.

The young lady knew for a moment that Yun Ziyue and the others didn't want to disturb herself.

I smiled at Yun Ziyue at the thought of here, and seemed to be thanking her.

Yun Ziyue moved a little in her heart, feeling a little more fond of this lady in her heart, but still didn't say anything, she also smiled slightly and nodded.

When the lady walked out of the gate of the Buddha Hall, Yun Ziyue walked to the Buddha statue and knelt on the futon. , Mingxia also knelt on the futon behind Yun Ziyue's body.

The woman folded her hands and closed her eyes.

Buddha, Jin Yao has not lived so well in this life. He is thirty years old this year, and he still has a lot of time. Yun Ziyue has no other desires. What good clothes and good food to ask for, I only wish my husband, he can go well in everything, and be safe for the rest of his life.

There is no one else in the Buddhist temple now, and Mingxia closed his eyes. No one can see how pious the expression on Yun Ziyue's face is at this time.

Yun Ziyue does not believe in gods and Buddhas, but after meeting Mo Jinyao, she is willing to believe in gods and Buddhas, and only hopes that Mo Jinyao will be safe and happy for the rest of her life.

Knocked three heads and put on three sticks of incense, raised his foot and walked out of the temple. As soon as one foot crossed the threshold, he heard a little panic outside.

"Come here, someone fainted!"

"Miss, miss, what's wrong with you!"

"Hey, what's wrong..."

"Little monk, little monk, someone fainted!"

"..."

Yun Ziyue walked out of the door of the Buddha Hall and walked in the direction of the sound.

There are many people here, all of whom believe in Buddhism. Many people naturally have good intentions in their hearts. At this moment, many people are calling for help. Of course, there are also people watching the excitement.

Yun Ziyue looked up and saw the master of Kong Jing floating coming, frowned, and walked forward.

Maybe it is Yun Ziyue's different aura, maybe it's because of something else.

The surrounding people let out a path, and Yun Ziyue also saw the person who fell in the arms of a maid.

It doesn't matter at all, the frown deepens.

Isn't this the lady just now? My face didn't look very good just now, but I didn't expect to feel dizzy right out of the temple.

This is the master of Kongjing who also rushed over, and the people on the other side also gave way.

As soon as Master Kongjing wanted to say something, he looked up and saw Yun Ziyue who was also here.

Looking at Kongjing, he just wanted to be called the princess, but Yun Ziyue gave a look, and Kongjing stopped talking, and turned his hands together, looking calmly.

"Amitabha, this benefactor will take your lady to the hut in the temple."

The maid was almost crying as she saw it, and finally saw the master of Kongjing in the temple, and nodded fiercely when she heard what he said.

But a little maid, how can she have any great strength, it is still a bit difficult to support her own lady.

The people in Buddhism are all men.

Yun Ziyue glanced at and ordered.

"Tomorrow, go and help."

"Yes."

Compared with that maid, Mingxia was more calm, and Mingxia was stronger than this maid, and the two of them just helped the young lady who had passed out.

At this moment, Yun Ziyue saw that there seemed to be a cyan trace on the young lady's wrist. It didn't look like it had been hit by a bump, but it seemed that she had been beaten.

Yun Ziyue's eyes deepened. Who else is the lady in Shengjing City like this? What I have seen is not good.

Yun Ziyue shielded the exposed area of ​​the woman's wrist without any trace, and blocked everyone's sight by the way.

Kongjing glanced at Yun Ziyue and walked ahead to lead the way.

Yun Ziyue also followed.

Everyone saw that the people had been taken away, some were relieved, some saw that there was no excitement to watch, and they all disappeared after a while.

Several people arrived in the squatter and put the woman on the bed in the room, but the young lady showed no signs of waking up.

Yun Ziyue took a look. When he saw it in the hall, his face was a little paler and his lips were still a little bloody. But now, even the lips are white.

"Master, please, please help my lady, Master, please, woooo..."

The maid put her own lady on the bed, turned around and knelt down in the direction of Kongjing, her whole body trembling, crying like a tearful person.

"Amitabha, get up quickly, the donor."

Kingjing is also in his thirties. Although he is a Buddhist, how can he lose a bit of Buddhist compassion?

The whole person has a face that looks like compassion for all beings, but Yun Ziyue feels that he is a little deserted, is it all six?

The maid knelt on the ground and did not stand up, and Kong Jing did not discourage her, but looked at Yun Ziyue.

"Amitabha, the princess came here, the poor monk is rude."

"The master of the air is serious."

Yun Ziyue's voice is faint.

However, the maid who was kneeling on the ground seemed to see the savior when she heard the word "Wang Hao".

"The princess, the princess, you are the princess Chen, and the servants and maidservants see the princess..."

The maid knelt directly in front of Yun Ziyue, banging her head.

Yun Ziyue glanced at Mingxia, who instantly understood the meaning of her princess, walked to the kneeling maid, and helped her up.

"Which family is your lady from?"

"Return to the princess, it is the family of Li, and the family of Li in Shengjing."

Yun Ziyue raised her eyebrows, wondering what it was. Mo Jinyao just said yesterday that the Li family colluded with outsiders, and today she met the Li family’s lady herself.