After becoming the prince of the demon clan, the beautiful master pampers him every day

In particular, he had had many thoughts and speculations about the national teacher.

This sudden meeting was too much for him to accept for a while.

What's more, what he didn't expect was that he was actually a friend of his master.

Who is my master? How could a player who is an older left-behind youth in Cangqiong Mountain, who can sleep for three to five hundred years, have such a young friend?

Thinking of this, Chu Xinglan looked at the two of them with something strange in his eyes.

Sang Yunqi hit him on the back of the head in annoyance, "What are you thinking about? Can I lie to you? He is already a thousand-year-old monster."

Chu Xinglan was skeptical, but he still succumbed to the power of his master and nodded obediently.

After thinking for a moment, he bowed to Xuan Ling and said, "Greetings to the Imperial Master. I am sorry for being rude."

Xuan Ling waved his hand nonchalantly, put his arm around his shoulders in a familiar manner, and leaned most of his body on him.

"No need to be so formal, we can just call each other brothers. I heard from your master that you are from the demon tribe?"

"How did you get out of the barrier and get outside?"

Chu Xinglan glanced at his master, and seeing that he had no intention of not saying it, he began to explain.

"I don't know either. I didn't remember anything when I woke up. Master found me and took me back to Cangqiong Mountain."

"Maybe he was injured before."

Chu Xinglan felt a little guilty after hearing this, but he had no way to explain that he came from another world, and amnesia was the best excuse.

Xuan Ling pondered for a moment and said, "When we get to the Imperial Master's Mansion, I'll help you check and see if you can restore your memory."

Chu Xinglan was startled and subconsciously looked at his master, but the white gauze curtain blocked his master's face and his gaze.

All he could hear was his master's muffled voice coming from behind the curtain: "He has good medical skills, it would be good to let him take a look."

Xuan Ling naturally took over the conversation: "Then it's settled, little guy, don't worry, I'll take care of it."

Xuan Ling and Sang Yunqi sang the same tune not for any other purpose, but just to find a reasonable and legitimate reason for Xuan Ling to examine Chu Xinglan.

After all, Sang Yunqi is not a demon, so he doesn’t know as much as Xuan Ling about some things.

Seeing that they decided on the next itinerary in just a few words, Chu Xinglan didn't say anything, but he felt more or less aggrieved.

But among the three people, he is now the one with the least say, so it is useless to say that he doesn't want to watch it.

The Imperial Master's Mansion was right next to the Imperial Palace. Previously, Sang Yunqi had led the way in the direction of the Imperial Master's Mansion. However, in just a cup of tea, the three of them had entered this house, which was very mysterious in the hearts of the people of the Imperial City.

After Sang Yunqi entered the room, he took off the bamboo hat on his head and walked directly towards the flower hall of the Imperial Master's Mansion as if he was familiar with the place.

Chu Xinglan had already escaped from Xuan Ling's arms, trotted after Sang Yunqi, grabbed the corner of his sleeve and shook it gently.

Seeing Xuan Ling arranging for the servants to prepare tea and snacks, he took a deep breath and whispered: "Master, I feel that my body is fine, can I not check it?"

Sang Yunqi looked at his cautious appearance and felt a little surprised. He moved his wrist slightly and grabbed Chu Xinglan's slightly cold hand.

"Don't you want to get your previous memories back?"

Chu Xinglan pursed her lips and shook her head: "It's good enough that I have a master. I have new friends and a family now. The past is not that important. It's enough for me to have a master."

It must be said that these words made Sang Yunqi feel very comfortable, as if all these years of pampering were not in vain.

However, it is not possible not to check the body. Chu Xinglan is now like a broken jar that is barely put together.

Although it appears to be well-glued and firm on the surface, once external force intervenes, it may be dangerous and cause the entire jar to fall apart again.

Moreover, he didn't understand why Chu Xinglan didn't want to see a doctor. He was obviously very curious about his identity and kept asking about it in hints every few days.

Now the opportunity is right in front of him. If Xuan Ling can really cure him, he will be able to remember everything. Why should Chu Xinglan refuse?

Thinking so, Sang Yunqi asked the question.

Chu Xinglan did not answer directly, but thought about the question seriously.

He originally wanted to know the identity of the original owner, on the one hand because of curiosity, and on the other hand because he did not feel a sense of belonging staying in Cangqiong Mountain, and he wanted to give himself more security chips.

If I really break up with Sang Yunqi one day, I will have somewhere to go.

But now, he has been here for more than three years, and he knows very well how Sang Yunqi treats him. Although there were some unpleasant experiences in Cangqiong Mountain, he also made real friends.

He didn't think that there would be a day when he would have a falling out with his master. His master was the most important person to him, and the courtyard in the back mountain of Cangqiong was his home.

The moment he thought about the possibility of being exposed, he didn't think about being treated as a monster or being tortured.

He was just afraid that his master would look at him with indifference and never want him again.

But he couldn't utter a single word of these words.

"Master, I just don't like seeing a doctor. Seeing a doctor requires taking medicine, which is so painful."

Sang Yunqi didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he looked at his little disciple with a sad face in front of him. He really didn't expect that he would say such childish words.

He rubbed his head gently, "Just take a look, no medicine, okay?"

Seeing that the young disciple was still reluctant, he began to criticize Xuan Ling without any burden.

"Xuan Ling is actually very bad at treating illnesses, but he always thinks he's very capable and wants to prove himself so much that he's even a little crazy about it. So Xing Lan, how about you just pity him?"

Chu Xinglan raised his head and looked at his master suspiciously: "Really? How could Master have such a useless friend? You don't even have time to dislike him."

Sang Yunqi: “…”

It was the first time that he felt what it meant to shoot himself in the foot, but he could only accept his fate and continue writing.

"Although he is not good at treating illnesses, he is good at fortune-telling. Otherwise, Cang Yun would not have prospered for so many years. It is normal that prosperity must decline, right?"

Chu Xinglan then felt that it made sense. After hesitating for a long time, he whispered, "Then let's take a look."

Hearing that his little disciple finally gave in, Sang Yunqi also breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed as if Xuan Ling knew that the two were going to have a private conversation, so he didn't show up until the two finished talking and sat down in the hall, then he finally arrived.

He sat directly next to Chu Xinglan and tapped lightly on the table with his slender fingers.

"Put your hand up here, I'll feel your pulse."

Chu Xinglan glanced at Sang Yunqi and placed his right hand in front of Xuan Ling.

Xuan Ling placed the tips of his index and middle fingers directly on the outside of his wrist, pressed his pulse, and closed his eyes.