The peasant girl led her mother and sister to become rich

Pei Xuanmo looked at the two people who were gloating, and his face turned slightly blue: "Goodbye."

The old man felt even happier seeing how aggrieved he was.

Live it!

If this wasn't his house, he would have broken into something else long ago. Fortunately, he was smart and knew to invite his master to live in his house.

Before leaving, Pei Xuanmo left Yuan at the He Mansion: "Keep an eye on her."

"Yes, Your Highness." Seeing his master and Miss Song in such a mess, A Yuan felt a little uncomfortable.

I really didn't expect Miss Song to be so stubborn. She wouldn't give in at all.

Song Yunran had no idea that Pei Xuanmo would hire someone to keep an eye on her, but she had no plans to go out for the past few days and stayed in the house.

Every day I think of new dishes, make sales plans for the restaurant, and draw diagrams of acupuncture points that the old man will use in a few days. When I get busy, Nanxing has to bring meals into the house.

"Nanxing, can you make a doll?" Song Yunran called out to Nanxing who had just cleaned up the dishes and was about to leave.

"Yes! What kind do you want, girl?"

Nanxing was a little surprised. Why did the girl, who was already so grown up, still want to play with dolls?

"Then make one for me. I want a bald one, pure white, and the bigger the better."

Song Yunran picked up the paper and pen beside her and began to draw casually: "For something like this, it must be made bigger."

Nan Xing picked up the paper Song Yunran had just drawn and looked at it carefully for a while: "Okay, then I'll go back and do it now."

Although he agreed with his mouth, he was thinking in his heart that his daughter's taste was really poor. She actually liked such an ugly bald doll.

Four days passed, and the old man knocked on Song Yunran's door early in the morning with a map of human acupuncture points.

"Master! I have memorized all of them, please get up quickly!"

Song Yunran pulled the quilt over her head, trying to block out the voice of the old man coming from outside the door.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Master! Master!" The original knocking sound turned into a banging sound.

After kicking the quilt away in annoyance, Song Yunran sat up and scratched his chicken coop-like head angrily.

"Shut up! Go wait for me in the study."

After confirming that Song Yunran had gotten up, the old man happily responded: "Okay!"

As soon as the person left, Song Yunran fell down again. It was already midnight last night when she finished working on this year's sales plan. It was not worth it at all to hire this apprentice, as he even exploited her sleeping time.

After tidying up, Song Yunran picked up a thick stack of papers on the table and walked towards the study, yawning.

"Nanxing, send my doll to the study later."

"Okay, girl." Nanxing responded, took the water out and poured it out, then immediately went back to the room to get it.

As soon as he saw Song Yunran coming in, the old man immediately stood up: "Master, come and sit here."

Song Yunran himself felt that the two of them were somewhat similar in their servile manner. They were truly worthy of being master and disciple.

"Have you memorized them all?"

Although Song Yunran did not show it, she still admired this old man in her heart, as he memorized more than 300 acupuncture points of the human body in just a few days.

The old man said modestly, "Yes! It just took a little longer, but I can recite it now."

Four days seemed like a long time. At this moment, Song Yunran really wanted to curse.

It probably took her a week to memorize it, and the professor in her department even said that she had a good memory. It turns out that people cannot be compared.

"Then let's get started! But I'll only say it once, so remember it well."

The old man immediately picked up a pen and paper and looked at her seriously.

"There are five methods of acupuncture, namely: advance, retreat, twist, pound, retain... Today I will teach you the simplest one first."

Song Yunran took out the teaching method sheet he had written and taught it to the old man one by one.

After finishing what was written on the paper, he asked Nanxing to take out the doll he had made a few days ago.

The doll is not small, about half the size of a person. It has been processed by her so that anyone who is familiar with the acupuncture points of the human body can understand it at a glance.

"Wonderful! It's really wonderful! This doll is so lifelike."

The old man fell in love with the bald doll at first sight. As soon as Song Yunran took it out, he grabbed it, held the doll and looked at it left and right, as if he couldn't let it go.

"Master, someone from the Ye Mansion is here again." The maid knocked on the door and walked in hurriedly.

The old man was obsessed with the doll, so he had no time to care about those people. He waved his hand impatiently: "No time!"

"Yes, sir." The maid went out obediently. In fact, she didn't want to go in and report.

Because whenever the master was in the study, it proved that he was very busy, but the housekeeper of the Ye Mansion came every day, and she really had no choice.

The maid went to the living room and told the steward of the Ye Mansion her master's exact words. She finally managed to send the man away, but she didn't expect that Prince Ming would come again.

"Where is Doctor He?" Pei Xuanmo ignored the maid who was paying her respects and looked directly at the housekeeper of the He Mansion, Tian Qi, standing beside him.

Although Tian Qi was very afraid of this black-faced god, his master was really busy, so he could only step forward and salute.

"Your Highness, my master is learning new medical skills in the study."

As soon as he heard about the new medical skills, Pei Xuanmo thought of Song Yunran. Who else but her had the ability to teach him the new medical skills?

He walked past Tian Qi and went into the house. It was too late for Tian Qi to stop him. He could only follow him in big strides, still trying to persuade him.

"Your Highness, this is inappropriate. My master is studying! You can't disturb him."

When Pei Xuanmo found the study, only the old man and several of his disciples were left in the room, and there was no sign of Song Yunran.

"What does your Highness mean by this?" The old man was obviously angry, his face darkened, and his voice was somewhat annoyed.

The reason why the old man dared to treat Pei Xuanmo like this was not only because of his excellent medical skills, but also because he and the late emperor were sworn brothers.

According to seniority, Pei Xuanmo has to call him uncle. Although the old man usually still respectfully calls him Prince, everyone knows that this is just to give him face.

"I have no intention of offending you. I just want to meet Yun Ran. I hope Uncle He can help me this time."

Pei Xuanmo really had no intention of offending him, because he recognized this uncle from the bottom of his heart. After all, he was the one who cured his illnesses since he was a child, and he had saved him from critical illness countless times.

But this time Pei Xuanmo really had no choice because Song Yunran kept avoiding him.

"She's gone. You don't need to look for her anymore."

Because he called him Uncle He, the old man no longer bothered with him.

When Pei Xuanmo heard that Song Yunran had left, he immediately panicked: "Where did she go?"

"I don't know. She just said she was leaving for something important." The old man ignored him and started to prick the doll with a silver needle.

It was only at this moment that Pei Xuanmo felt that he had really lost Song Yunran. He had always thought that she was just throwing a tantrum and was angry that he married a concubine before her. He always thought that she would forgive him sooner or later.