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

Hearing this, Linglong did not stop her movements and asked, "Do you want to learn?"

Youxue on the wrist moved her snake tail: "Master, actually, you can teach the young boy Zi'an. Let him save some people, so that he won't be unlucky if he leaves the master."

Linglong's eyes moved when she heard this.

The young man's firm voice rang in my ears: "Sister Linglong, I want to learn."

Linglong nodded and picked up a herb to explain: "Well, look, this is Prunella Vulgaris..."

While explaining the names, effects, and meanings of the herbs to the boy, he talked to Youxue: "What does bad luck mean?"

"Master, everyone has good fortune. And you have a lucky star, and it is a purple gold star. In this way, you will always have good luck. But the luck of the young boy Zi'an is pitifully weak. Even the only golden light of merit has been taken away. As long as such a young boy leaves the master's range, he will be in trouble."

Hearing this, Linglong's movements slowed down. Was it taken away by someone? Who took it away?

But now, these are not important. Since merit can be added, these things can be investigated slowly later.

Linglong quickened her movements and asked, "You mean that I should teach Zi'an medical skills and let him save people?"

She had also heard her grandfather talk about merits in her previous life.

So when she saves people, she will save them as long as they are not extremely evil.

He would donate 90% of the money of the people he saved and keep 10% for himself.

Youxue moved her snake body: "Master, this depends on your opinion."

After hearing this, Linglong was silent for a moment. She took out a bag of leaves from the bottom of the backpack, which was actually a space, and handed it to the boy who lowered his eyes and listened attentively.

"Here are raspberries. Eat them."

Zi'an was stunned for a moment, then took the thing from Linglong's hand and said subconsciously, "Thank you, Sister Linglong."

Looking at the boy's well-behaved appearance, Linglong responded, "Yeah."

When he stood up, he raised his hand and rubbed the boy's head unconsciously: "Wash it before eating."

After saying this, both of them were stunned.

Linglong calmly withdrew her hand, bent down expressionlessly, picked up the dustpan, turned around, and strode to the nearest eaves.

How could she do such a thing? This is not like her.

"Master, your emotions are revived, and these subconscious emotions will slowly show up."

Hearing Youxue's baby voice, Linglong came back to her senses and asked calmly, "How do you know what I'm thinking?"

Looking at the herbs that Linglong had thrown away, Youxue was silent for a while, and finally spoke.

"Master, you better take a look at your hands first."

After saying this, Youxue retracted her head.

Linglong lowered her eyes, and when she saw the herbs that had fallen to the ground, her cold expression became even colder.

He half-knelt down and picked up the herbs into the dustpan again, took two small stools from the kitchen, stood up and looked at the boy.

When he saw that the boy was still in the same position, he sent a telepathic message: "Youxue, will my behavior just now cause misunderstanding to the boy?"

Youxue...

It really wants to complain about its owner. Isn’t it a bit late for you to react now?

Aren't your actions more direct than just saying "I like you"?

"Yes, if the master does not want this young man to be his husband, he should cut off these ambiguous feelings as soon as possible."

After hearing this, Linglong raised her hand, looked at the left hand that had just rubbed the boy, and responded.

He turned and walked towards his room, and at the same time a light voice sounded: "Zi'an, pack up, we should leave."

She remembered that when her grandmother saw that she was bored, she told her that the oxcart at the entrance of the village would go to the town twice a day, once at around five in the morning and once at around nine in the morning.

Hearing Linglong's light voice, Zi'an came back to his senses and turned to look at Linglong who was returning to her room.

Why did he feel that Linglong's attitude was much more distant than before she picked herbs?

Thinking of this, she pursed her lips and lowered her eyes to look at the leaves in her hand. She stood up, returned the fruit to the kitchen, closed the doors and windows, and then went back to her room to pack up.

Linglong put the household registration and slave contract into the space, and thought of her own hat in the old lady's room. She closed the doors and windows, came to the door of the old lady's room, raised her hand and pushed the door open.

Looking at the narrow house and its simple furnishings, Linglong felt a sour feeling in her nose.

My own room is so much more spacious than this five-square-meter compartment.

He took a step forward, his fingertips brushing over a table and a bed, and finally he came to the top box cabinet and stopped.

She reached out and opened the closet. Looking at half of the familiar clothes inside, tears unconsciously flowed from the corners of her eyes.

These are the clothes that my grandma sewed for me since I was a child.

Reaching out and touching every thing that belonged to her, Linglong really wanted to ask the old lady, "Where are your clothes?"

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, raised his hand to open the top cabinet, and when he saw the hat inside, he reached out and took it out.

Along with the hat came out, there was also a ball of paper.

Seeing this, Linglong put her hat on the table, half-knelt down, picked up the paper ball and opened it.

When she saw the contents on the paper clearly, murderous intent boiled in Linglong's eyes.

"If you don't want your identity to be exposed and bring about a fatal disaster, come to Beishan to discuss it in detail."

Back of the mountain, where the old lady fell down the hillside.

"Fang, Tian, ​​Zhi!" The cold and heartless words came out from the thin red lips.

Evil spirit surged, and the paper in his hand turned into dust.

Fortunately, this body had the ability to remember everything it saw before she came.

Otherwise, she would have no idea where to start based on just this piece of handwriting.

"Sister Linglong, you can go now." A soft voice called out in the yard.

Youxue was just about to wake up Linglong, but just watched as the evil spirit raging around Linglong receded like the tide.

Seeing this, Youxue remained silent.

Should it consider asking its master to take the boy in? Anyway, in this world, one can have three husbands and four queens.

Linglong picked up the hat and put it on, at the same time hiding the murderous intent that was still in her eyes.

As she stepped out of the old lady's room, she saw a young man carrying a small bag and walking towards her with a smile on his face.

Zi'an saw Linglong wearing a hood and quickly stepped forward to help her straighten out the wrinkles on the pure white satin.

After the wrinkles were smoothed out, Zi'an stood still, took out a small cloth bag from his bag and handed it to Linglong.

"Sister Linglong, this is the silver that grandma gave me. There is more than nine taels of silver in it. Please keep it."

Linglong withdrew her eyes from the gray cloth bag and refused calmly, "No need, I have it, you can keep it yourself."

As early as when she discovered that the space could be used, she had already put the banknotes and silver coins under her pillow into the space.

She also admired the old lady's generosity, as she just casually placed more than two hundred taels of silver under her pillow.

Looking at the young man's dazed brown eyes, just as he was about to speak, Youxue at his wrist moved its cold snake tail.

Its owner, I'm afraid he will really fall into the hands of the young man.

Linglong stopped the explanation she was about to give, turned around, closed the old lady's door, and walked out past the boy.

Linglong walked outside the courtyard and noticed that Zian had not moved yet, so she said calmly, "Why don't you leave?"