General, your wife has gone to deliver another calf for your horse.

Jiang Nuanzhi assumed someone in the family was hungry and had gotten up in the middle of the night to eat, so she asked them and thought about making more food in the future. But no one admitted to eating.

It wasn't until she woke up in the morning and saw the old man and Uncle Xin packing food into a large bundle, saying they were going to visit someone, that she realized something was wrong and followed them.

Thinking about it carefully, she realized that this had been going on for more than just a day or two, and she was determined to see what these two old men were up to.

Watching the two walk away, the waiter frowned and asked, "Should we follow them?"

Jiang Nuanzhi: "Yes, of course I'll follow."

The group followed them furtively, eventually leading them into the mountains and forests.

Jiang Nuanzhi frowned even more deeply because she realized that the old man in front of her had been carried by Uncle Xin halfway through the journey.

Not deep in the mountains, there was a treehouse, simply partitioned off with a few wooden planks, barely enough to accommodate a person.

Sure enough, Uncle Xin carried the old man inside.

"They've gone inside, Mother, should we go with them?"

Xiao Erdao.

As Jiang Nuanzhi frowned in thought, a suppressed, painful groan was heard the next second.

Jiang Nuanzhi's pupils contracted, and she immediately rushed over.

"Xinbo, it's me!"

With a sudden swift movement, Jiang Nuanzhi drew her longsword and raised her hands, meeting Xin Bo's calm, unwavering gaze.

The next second, he tilted his head as if in confusion, then forced a smile: "Madam! It's you. Old Xin deserves to die, he frightened you."

As he spoke, he frowned and looked at the old man.

Jiang Nuanzhi looked over and saw the old man curled up in a ball, veins bulging on his forehead, and covered in cold sweat.

Hearing the noise, he opened his eyes and looked over. Seeing that it was Jiang Nuanzhi, his sharp gaze softened. "How...did you follow me here?" His voice was hoarse.

Jiang Nuanzhi noticed a trickle of black blood at the corner of his mouth, and her eyelids twitched.

"How could this be?"

Jiang Nuanzhi ignored everything else and rushed forward to take his pulse.

As soon as she took his pulse, she sensed the rapidly beating pulse beneath his icy skin.

The next second, he immediately took out a silver needle from his pocket.

The old man held her hand, took several deep breaths, and then said in a hoarse voice, "It's no use, she'll be fine after half an hour."

Jiang Nuanzhi turned her head to look at the old man and chopped him on the shoulder with a chop.

For a moment, the air was still. The old man froze for a second, then clutched his shoulder in pain: "You brat, are you trying to murder me?"

Jiang Nuanzhi was stunned for a moment, then gave an awkward smile. The next second, she covered her face with a handkerchief.

This time, the old man got dizzy.

But the abnormality in his body continued.

Without saying a word, Jiang Nuanzhi told Xin Bo and Chen Shu to guard the cave entrance while she began to give the old man acupuncture.

It took a while to temporarily suppress the toxins in his body, and then the antidote was taken and fed to him.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the old man slowly woke up.

"Huh? All done?"

The old man moved his arm in surprise, his face full of joy: "It's alright, it really doesn't hurt anymore!"

The next second, she heard her own stomach rumble loudly, a sound so loud that Jiang Nuanzhi couldn't ignore it.

Then she took a steamed bun from the package he had brought and gave it to him: "Have something to eat first. You're having an attack. Why did you come out by yourself?" The old man chuckled: "Oh, I just came out for some fresh air."

He then took the bun, took a big bite, and then said dejectedly, "I still can't taste it. What a waste of Anuan's bun."

Jiang Nuanzhi frowned as she looked at him: "Why didn't you tell me your body had become like this? How many days have you lost your sense of taste?"

The old man shrank his neck and said cautiously, "Actually, it started to show slowly from the beginning of the poisoning. Ah Nuan, this is normal. She gets sick every day, and it gets worse and worse."

Jiang Nuanzhi's narrow eyes showed a hint of surprise: "So, Li Rong would do the same?"

The old man nodded: "Of course, he will naturally have the same symptoms as me. But it shouldn't be too serious now. If we don't get Xiao Yuanshan's blood in another month and a half, he will probably lose all five senses."

Jiang Nuanzhi's pupils suddenly contracted: "What do you mean by losing all five senses? Please explain clearly."

"It means exactly what it says. First, it affects the sense of smell, then taste, hearing, sight, and touch. Gradually, it will all disappear. Without an antidote, you will die. This Gu poison of mine took a lot of effort to create back then. Once you are exposed to it, it can penetrate deep into your lungs and internal organs. Without an antidote, you will definitely not survive."

As he said this, he raised his chin in a showy manner and gave Jiang Nuanzhi a raised eyebrow.

Jiang Nuanzhi secretly rubbed her temples. "You're amazing. I've never seen or heard of such a poison before."

"Haha, I'm still the best! You're no match for me, Nuan Yatou. Hehe, I told you that having Xiao Er as my apprentice would be a great deal, right?"

Jiang Nuanzhi: "Hmm, not bad. You're amazing, I couldn't cure this poison either. Xiao Er will soon lose his master, but he can still inherit your belongings."

The old man's smile suddenly froze.

The next second, he jumped up anxiously and roared, "Why isn't Li Rong back yet? How long has it been? If I'm not feeling well in a couple of days, I'll curse him to death!"

Jiang Nuanzhi glanced at it: "What if you were mute?"

The old man said, "Then I'll curse him in my heart!"

Then she realized something was wrong: "Warm girl, you've led me astray. I'll only lose my five senses, not that I can't speak!"

"Waaaaah, no, Master can't die!"

Before Jiang Nuanzhi could speak, she heard the waiter beside her burst into tears.

"Hey kid, what are you saying that's so discouraging? I'll just lose my five senses, and it'll be a long time before I die."

The old man immediately pinched the waiter's cheek.

The little boy cried even harder: "No, I don't want Master to leave, and I don't want Father to leave either! Waaah!"

Seeing this, the old man immediately surrendered: "I know, I know. I'll go and urge your father to bring that bastard's blood as soon as possible. Once he has it, we can get the antidote. I've already prepared the antidote!"

"Alright, alright, stop crying." The old man said impatiently, wiping away the tears on the waiter's face haphazardly.

Jiang Nuanzhi let out a long sigh, a strange sense of anxiety rising in her heart.

She tried to find a cure for the poison, but couldn't come up with a good solution.

She and Li Rong had been together all along without her even noticing. No wonder he got up so early every day and made so many dishes for her, all of which tasted very strange. Couldn't he tell the difference?
Looking at the old man's slightly haggard face, Jiang Nuanzhi felt a pang of sadness.

For so long, she hadn't even noticed that the old man was having a daily episode.

It seems that he felt that when he was having an attack, his face was contorted and he was in great pain, and he was afraid of frightening the children, so he left every day.

That day was the day Zhao Yuniang came to the door. I scolded him for running around outside and even gave him a good scolding.

Now that I think about it, I feel even more guilty.

Jiang Nuanzhi straightened the old man's wrinkled clothes with a bit of heartache: "So, the detoxifying soup I gave you before didn't work, did it? You even lied to me and said you felt much better after drinking it?"

The old man grinned and gave a dry laugh: "Hehe, it's not entirely useless, it's just... kind of bitter, but it's good for cooling down."

After thinking for a moment, he scratched his head and said, "I can't taste bitterness anymore lately." (End of Chapter)