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

Linglong saw this and closed her eyes.

He drew out a trace of spiritual power from his body, placed his palms together, and guided it to flow through the meridians in the boy's body.

After ten small cycles, the spiritual power that Linglong left in Zi'an's body dissipated along with the blood and energy suppressed in the boy's dantian, and merged into the boy's meridians.

Linglong opened her eyes and saw that the boy was still in meditation, so she did not disturb him.

He withdrew his hand and took out a light blue face towel embroidered with plum-colored peony flowers from the space.

Ding Ling...

The silver chains hanging from the ears collided in the wind, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

His fingertips stroked the small peony flower at the end of the silver chain, and his cold brows softened.

"Sister~"

Linglong, who heard the voice, raised her eyes and looked at the boy: "Well, how do you feel?"

As he spoke, he leaned over and put the handkerchief in his hand over the boy's face, and his fingertips brushed the boy's ear.

"Sister, can I know who made the face towel on your face?" Who made the face towel that made Linglong look so cold and surprised?

Facing the boy's hopeful brown eyes, Linglong raised her hand and tied the boy's hair with a purple hairband, then stepped back and looked into the boy's eyes.

"I made this." Linglong felt soft-hearted when she said this. She was afraid that no one would believe her. It was her grandfather who taught her how to embroider.

Zi'an was stunned for a while after hearing this, and then asked uncertainly: "Sister, can you embroider?"

Looking at the dazed boy, Linglong raised her hand and rubbed Zi'an's head, "Yeah."

It’s no wonder that the young man was so surprised. In this world, there are not many women who can use needles and thread.

After thinking about it, he took out a hollow mask made of white jade and put it on his left eye. He put his hand around the boy's slender waist and jumped off the glazed roof.

The sleeves of her clothes fluttered, and the intertwining of light blue and dark purple was just the right amount of beauty.

Zian looked up blankly, looking at the exquisite and beautiful jawline, until...

"Mingsha, I pay my respects to the Palace Master, I pay my respects to the Lord."

Smelling the familiar scent of powder, Zi'an lowered his eyes, and when he saw a masked man, he confirmed that this was the man who had entered Linglong's room before.

Linglong: "Well, lead the way."

"Yes, Palace Master." Chen Bei responded, stood up, lowered his eyes and led the way forward.

Linglong reached out and took Zi'an's hand, then walked towards Chen Bei: "I'll ask Mingsha to find a few people to serve you, and they will be handed over to you later."

The cold voice that sounded in his ear made Zi'an look sideways.

"Sister, are you going out?"

Linglong tilted her head and said, "Well, I'll go see the county government and pick you up at noon."

Zi'an lowered his eyes, hiding the emotions in them, and replied softly, "Oh."

Hearing the disappointment in the boy's tone, Linglong grabbed the boy and turned to face him.

Seeing Zi'an with his head down, Linglong raised her other hand and lifted his chin with two fingers.

When he met Zi'an's frustrated and lost eyes, he leaned over and kissed the corner of Zi'an's eyes.

"An An, your inner strength will come back, don't be depressed."

Zi'an's eyes flashed. It turned out that his sister misunderstood that he was thinking about his own internal strength.

Thinking about it, she nodded obediently: "Okay, sister."

Linglong's eyebrows softened, she let go of the boy's chin, turned around, and pulled Zi'an around the curved corridor.

Zi'an raised his eyes and looked at Chen Bei who was standing not far away with his head down.

His eyes fell on the yard, and saw four men kneeling on the ground, wearing coarse cloth clothes covered with patches on their thin bodies.

This scene reminded him of how he looked a month ago, even more miserable than them.

Noticing that the person next to her was emotionally unstable, Linglong took the boy's hand and pulled him into her arms.

"If you feel uncomfortable, I'll take you back to your room."

Zi'an raised his hands and wrapped them around the woman's waist, resting his head on her chest and shaking his head: "Sister, I'm fine. I just remembered that a month ago, I was even more embarrassed than them."

If it weren't for the warmth given by Grandma Wang and Linglong, he would have probably lost hope of even living.

Linglong gently stroked the boy's back and listened quietly to what he said. When the boy couldn't see her, murderous intent flashed across her eyes.

How could such a good boy be so cruel to sell him?

The tenderness shown by the woman made the boy's nose sore and he took a deep breath.

"Sister, Zi'an is fine. Besides, didn't sister tell you that Zi'an has you now?" After he finished speaking, he raised his head and looked at the gorgeous woman hidden under the white jade mask.

Linglong lowered her eyes, stroked the boy's hair with one hand, and nodded: "An An, I will be with you from now on."

It’s better not to have a family that abandons you.

She did not say the following words to avoid the boy talking about sad things.

"Come on, sister. I want to see if these guys are well behaved."

After making sure that Zi'an had calmed down, Linglong nodded, took his hand, and walked towards the courtyard.

As Linglong and Zi'an approached, Mingsha's voice rang out: "All of you, raise your heads."

The four men who heard this raised their heads, but their eyes did not leave the ground.

Linglong glanced at the few people and then looked away.

Looking at the person next to her, Qingyu said, "An An, go and take a look." Then she let go of the boy's hand.

Zian nodded and walked towards the few people.

"What are your names?"

When the four heard the man's question, they said in unison: "I don't have a name, please give me one, Master."

Upon hearing this, Zi'an turned to look at Linglong, who nodded at him.

Seeing this, Zi'an's eyes narrowed. Linglong really indulged him unconditionally.

The head of a family with a girl will not let a man give her a name unless the man is extremely favored.

His gaze fell back on the four men. From their thin faces, he could tell that they had handsome looks and behaved like servants of an important family.

"No matter what the reason was for you being sold, once you enter this temple, you must do your job peacefully."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the few people again, "Name them appropriately. From right to left, call them by their characters: Rong, Fu, Zhi, Yun."

"Slave, thank you for the name given by the master."

Zi'an ignored this and turned around and trotted towards Linglong.

Linglong stepped forward and caught the boy who jumped into her arms: "This is a special situation, so please take care of yourself."

Zi'an blushed when he heard this, but his pretense lasted only a second before he looked up and said, "Sister, what do you think of the name I chose?"

Linglong nodded: "Very good." Yin Luo looked at Chen Bei who was hanging his head beside her, and raised her hand to hold two medicine bottles for him.

“Mingsha, take them downstairs to make arrangements first, and come back to me later.”

Chen Bei responded: "Yes, Palace Master."

Linglong took Zi'an's hand and walked back: "Did you see the lotus flowers?"

Zi'an's lips curved, revealing two small fangs, "Sister, I guessed it."

He named it Yi to remember the place where he and Linglong had fond memories, and Rong, Fu, Zhi and Yun are comparable to lotus flowers. There happened to be a lotus pond in front of the pavilion, so he thought of it.

"Yeah." Linglong nodded.

"Sister, can you take me for a walk?" After saying this, he looked sideways at the person next to him expectantly.

Linglong shook her head: "In your current condition, you should just rest more and avoid running around."

Although the poison has been cured for the young man, the cold air that entered his body during this year cannot be faked. If he does not take good care of himself and does not release the poison on his own, he will faint from the pain.

Zi'an pursed his lips secretly, Linglong was still the same Linglong who kept her word.

"Wait a minute, I will draw you the blueprint of the temple."

Hearing this, Zi'an's eyes lit up. This was fine. He mainly wanted to understand Linglong's power.

Back in the attic, Linglong pulled Zi'an onto the couch, took out a medical book from the space and handed it to the boy.

"Aren't you going to study medicine? If you're bored, study it."