The female master reported to the palace master, the master is favored by the road

The boy's poison can last just until night. Whether he can find me depends on his luck.

Ding bell clang...

"Mu Linglong."

After saying this, he disappeared on the spot.

Mu Linglong, her surname is Mu, it’s actually Mu, no wonder her internal strength is so profound.

His eyes fell to the ground, and when he saw clearly what was on the ground, his eyes twitched.

Who would go up the mountain with so many gold jewelry? I'm afraid it could only be his master.

Linglong, who was standing on the treetop, saw that the boy was just in a daze and did not make any other moves.

He turned around and used his lightness skills to disappear on the spot.

It’s getting late, the boy should be awake by now.

On the way down the mountain, Linglong would pick up any herbs for treating internal injuries she saw and put them in her backpack.

Until she encountered a hundred-year-old ginseng, Linglong had just jumped down from the tree when she sensed the presence of living creatures around her, so she held her breath and returned to the branch again.

"Sister Nan, I heard that Zi'an came to your house last night and bought a bowl of flour?"

Linglong lowered her eyes to look at the two women who were talking. The one who was talking at the moment was a little thinner than the older woman.

"Yeah." The hearty voice just fell.

The young woman said anxiously, "Sister Nan, aren't you afraid that the slave will kill you? Now everyone in the village says that Song Deqing was killed by the slave."

The middle-aged woman called Sister Nan shook her head and asked, "Do you believe it?"

"Hey, Sister Nan, it's better to believe this kind of thing."

Listening to the voice fading away, Linglong frowned. Could this be blamed on Zian?

It seems that I must visit this government office.

Linglong jumped down from the tree, half-crouched in front of the ginseng, swung the small hoe, and started digging the ginseng carefully and quickly.

At this moment in the courtyard, Zi'an opened his eyes. When he saw the sunlight outside the window, he was shocked and sat up suddenly.

How did I fall asleep? Linglong must be hungry.

After thinking about it, he lifted the quilt, got out of bed, and started to put on his clothes.

I raised my hand and was shocked when I saw the light pink flesh on the back of my hand.

Why is the medicine Linglong gave so effective?

When I pulled up my sleeves, I was shocked again when I saw the smooth, unblemished skin.

He could understand that his arm would heal faster since it didn't touch the water.

But he had never seen an ointment like this that could heal overnight.

Thinking of something, Zi'an bent down, opened the wooden box beside the bed, and took out two similar porcelain bottles from it.

One was the ointment given by Grandma Wang before she passed away, and the other was given by Linglong.

I opened the lid and sure enough, the ointment inside was different.

The state, smell and color are all different.

Looking at the clear ointment in the medicine bottle given by Linglong, this might be an ointment that even Yunxiao Medical Clinic doesn't have.

Linglong gave her such a precious ointment without even blinking an eye.

She took a deep breath, carefully placed the porcelain bottle back in its place, closed the box, stood up, picked up her exquisite coat, and walked out.

As soon as the door opened, the rich smell of chicken soup hit him in the face, and Zi'an's eyes unconsciously fell on Linglong's room.

There is complexity in his eyes, as well as an attachment that cannot be concealed.

He withdrew his gaze, walked into the yard, took a basin, and put the exquisite clothes into the basin.

Coming to the kitchen, Zi'an frowned and looked at the steaming stove. He walked quickly forward and opened the lid of the pot.

Seeing the boiling water inside, Zi'an was shocked. Linglong had already gotten up.

He put the lid back on, turned around and ran out of the kitchen, came to Linglong's door, raised his hand and knocked lightly.

dong dong dong...

"Sister Linglong, are you awake?"

After waiting for a while and getting no response, Zi'an knocked on the door again, his voice a little louder, "Sister Linglong..."

Youxue, coiled on the door beam, watched the actions of the young boy Zi'an and tried to contact her master through telepathy.

The spiritual power level is not high enough, and the master cannot be contacted at a long distance, which is quite troublesome.

Zi'an panicked when he didn't get a response. He raised his hand and pushed open Linglong's door.

Sure enough, the bedding on Linglong's bed was neatly folded and there was no one inside.

A sickly...

Yes, Linglong is already well. She can go wherever she wants. Why should she tell a slave like herself?

After thinking about it, Zi'an lowered his hands, turned around and walked towards the yard, bent down, picked up the basin, and walked out.

"Hey, Ange, you're washing clothes so early?"

Hearing someone calling him, Zian came back to his senses and looked up at the person who was speaking.

When he saw clearly that the masked man in front of him was the son of the prey's family not far away, he spoke in a gentle voice: "Good morning, Brother Yu."

When I lowered my gaze and saw the basket in his hand, I asked, "Are you going to pick wild vegetables?"

"Yes, I'm leaving first. My father is still waiting for me on the mountain."

"okay."

Looking at the man's flustered back, Zi'an was a little confused. Could it be that there were new rumors about him in the village?

After thinking about it, he curled his lips sarcastically and walked towards the river.

Fortunately, Grandma Wang’s home is not in the village, otherwise the rumors about her would change every day.

Zi'an squatted by the river in a daze, beating his clothes on the stones with a wooden stick.

"Tsk tsk, being a slave is not easy. Look, I have to wash clothes with cold water so early in the morning."

"Look, he doesn't have his face towel with him. Is it true, as Brother Le said, that he has lost Sister Ling's favor?"

"What are you talking about? Hurry up and leave, or the wild vegetables will be dug up by others soon."

"Uncle Song, you are still protecting him. Aren't you afraid that he will harm your family too..."

"I never thought that in a small village like Taohua, there would be so many gossiping men. They are not afraid of not being able to get married."

A cold and heart-piercing voice rang in the ears of several people.

Zi'an, who was in a state of disarray, looked up suddenly when he heard the familiar voice.

When he saw the slender figure leaning against the door, his eyes lit up and he shouted in surprise, "Sister Linglong."

Linglong glanced at the faces of the people in front of the door, and looked at Zi'an who was washing clothes not far away, and frowned slightly: "Put up the clothes, come back."

The three masked men in front of the door reacted, and the oldest one spoke up: "Sister Ling, they are still young. Isn't it damaging their reputation if you say that?"

Linglong looked at the person who was speaking with an indifferent look, "Young? Are they only three years old?"

Looking at the young man approaching with a basin in his hand, Linglong reached out and took the basin from him, "Go back."

Zi'an nodded and responded obediently: "Oh."

After the young man entered the courtyard, Linglong looked at the others and spoke again, "If you care about your reputation, you won't damage it."

After saying this, he ignored the three pairs of ashamed eyes.

He slammed the gate shut twice and walked inside.

"Song, Uncle Song, is that Wang Linglong?"

"Yes, Uncle Song, she is really beautiful."

The man called Uncle Song frowned tightly.

Although Wang Linglong looked pale just now, the aura she exuded should not be underestimated.

"Why are you washing clothes so early in the morning? And you're washing them with river water?"