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

Zi'an pursed his lips and replied with a somewhat aggrieved voice: "Yes, Sister Linglong."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Linglong reluctantly, then turned and left her room.

The moment the door closed, all the expressions on Zian's face disappeared.

The man just now was Linglong in disguise. Although he didn't know what method Linglong used to make herself so much shorter, the one at 13:15-: was definitely not Linglong.

There was a faint scent of powder on her delicate hair. Although it was not strong, he still smelled it.

My sense of smell is recovering, this is not an illusion.

As soon as I returned to the room, Xiao Er Niang came.

"Sir, I'm here to collect the food."

Zi'an was confused, "Xiao Er Niang, I didn't call you."

As the waitress collected the dishes, she said, "Sir, it was the girl from Room 2 who asked me to collect them."

After hearing this, Zi'an was stunned for a moment, "Oh, it turns out to be Sister Linglong."

After saying this, he walked to the window and quietly looked at the night view outside.

It was not until he put a coat on himself and smelled the familiar cold scent of medicine that he came back to his senses.

Zi'an lowered his eyes and looked at the familiar white coat. He was stunned for a long while, and then he seemed to react. He turned around in surprise and looked at the person behind him.

"Sister Linglong."

Linglong looked at the boy calmly without responding to him.

The smile that just appeared on Zi'an's face gradually faded away when he met Linglong's cold and distant eyes.

Looking at the boy's thin body, Linglong took a step forward.

The overwhelming momentum hit him in the face, and Zi'an subconsciously took a half step back, but when he thought about his own thoughts, he stopped again.

Linglong did not stop until they could sense each other's breathing, then she stopped.

He raised his hand, and under the boy's shocked gaze, pressed the boy's acupoints.

He reached out and took the boy's pulse carefully, this time using his spiritual energy.

As expected, the young man was struck by the Ice Sorrow.

Bingyou, as recorded in Eighteen Needles, is poisonous to cardamom, which can take away one’s youth and burn one’s life.

In her previous life, she couldn't refine Ice Sorrow because she didn't have Ice Cordyceps, but now she has encountered it.

But she couldn't be happy at all, because this poison only targets people who can reproduce.

This also made her realize completely that she was in a place where women were respected and women acted like men.

This young boy has been poisoned for a year. In order to detoxify, he must use the mixed soul liquid in the space.

Otherwise, no medicine can cure it.

But even if she diluted the mixed spirit liquid further, with the boy's current physical condition, he would not be able to withstand the pain of being burned by the fire.

Fortunately, this time, she has the inheritance of space.

Otherwise, even Youxue might not know that this Mixed Spirit Liquid can be used by ordinary people in the outside world.

Taking her hand back, Linglong untied the acupuncture points on the boy's body.

The young man could no longer hold on and collapsed on the couch by the window.

Zi'an looked up at Linglong with tears in his eyes, and shouted in despair: "Wang Linglong, why? Even if you hate me, don't use such a cruel way to make me face you."

Linglong ignored the boy's hysteria and turned to walk towards the outer hall.

Seeing this, Zi'an smiled self-deprecatingly, lowered his eyes and could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes, which flowed silently.

Just when he thought Linglong left because she despised him, he saw a pair of tea-white brocade embroidered shoes.

Zi'an looked up and saw Linglong standing in front of him holding a bowl of rice porridge.

Looking at the boy's wet face towel, Linglong sighed. She stepped forward and placed the rice porridge on the table, raised her hand to take the face towel off his face, took out a clean handkerchief, and helped him wipe away the tears.

"Drink the rice porridge."

Looking at the woman in front of him, Zi'an couldn't help himself and reached out to hug her slender waist.

"Sister Linglong, sister, I was wrong! Please don't abandon me, okay? I know I've been poisoned and I can't have a child. Please let me stay with you until the day I die. Zi'an will not bother you anymore, okay, sister."

Listening to the soft and begging voice beside her, Linglong sighed, "You won't die, you will have a child, I will never abandon you."

Hearing this, Zi'an looked up in disbelief, sniffed, and said softly, "Sister Linglong, is what you said true?"

Linglong lowered her eyes and nodded: "Really, I will cancel your slavery tomorrow, and you will be my younger brother and become my householder!"

Zi'an's shocked facial expression froze because of Linglong's words.

"Sister Linglong, you know I like you."

When Linglong heard this, she met Zi'an's serious eyes. She, who had never known the word "cowardice", actually wanted to escape!

This feeling made Linglong frown uncomfortably.

Reaching out his hand, he pulled the boy away. "I only treat you as my younger brother. The porridge is cold. Eat it quickly and take a rest."

After saying this, he turned around and walked out quickly.

Looking at Linglong's slightly flustered steps, Zi'an raised the corners of his lips.

It turns out that Linglong, she, was also moved!

Can you really cure your own poison?

Almost a year has passed since the poisoning. If it had been a few months earlier, the antidote would still have been effective, but now the best detoxification period has passed.

Thinking of this, the corners of his lips, which had just risen, fell again.

Youxue, lying on the curtain, just stared at Zi'an's series of changes in expression, mourning for her master in her heart.

Master, you can't beat this boy!

After being in a daze for a while, a familiar smell of medicine hit my nose.

Zi'an tilted his head to look at the bowl of porridge on the table. It tasted like the chicken soup that Linglong made in Taohua Village.

Thinking of this, Zian's eyes flickered. Could it be...

He reached out and lifted the warm rice porridge, stirred it with a spoon, and when he saw the shredded meat in the porridge, he scooped a spoonful and put it into his mouth.

Sure enough, the familiar smell of medicine spread in my mouth.

This bowl of porridge was actually made by Linglong herself.

My depressed mood instantly improved and I ate porridge much faster.

After eating a bowl of porridge, he could clearly feel that the feeling of weakness in his body had disappeared a lot.

Zi'an lowered his eyes, put down the bowl and stood up.

How could he push such a good sister to someone else?

After thinking about it, the expression on his face became more gentle and harmless.

When I arrived at the hall, I saw a large bundle wrapped in brocade placed on the table.

Zian walked quickly to the table and opened the package.

When Zi'an saw the brand new robes, he was stunned.

With her slender fingers, she picked up a light blue cotton robe with a cloud pattern.

These are all my favorite colors. How did Linglong know?

A pungent fragrance wafted into my nostrils.

Zi'an was startled. Before he could react, he felt his whole body go limp and he fell backwards.

At the same time, the door was kicked open. Zi'an only saw a flash of white entering the room from the corner of his eye, and then he lost consciousness.

Linglong flashed to the side of the fallen Zi'an and gently took him into her arms.

"Youxue, kill." Beneath the calm words, there was a surge of murderous intent.

"Yes, master." After the voice fell, the white shadow disappeared in the room.