When the beauty of cultivation enters the infinite live broadcast

Lian Wu vaguely remembered the maid called Ying'er. She looked to be in her 20s and had a cute appearance, but there was a sense of vicissitudes in her eyes that was inconsistent with her age.

It turned out that the sense of vicissitudes he felt at that time was because the other person was already quite old.

"Did you disguise her?"

Feng Ling really found it hard to connect Ying'er with that poor girl.

After thinking about it, I think it is very likely that he has disguised himself.

"That's right, but not entirely. Do you know the Painted Skin Ghost?"

After these words were spoken, Lian Wu and Feng Ling couldn't help but look at each other. Could it be that every person in the Shangshu Mansion has a little ghost?

There is the musician ghost in front and the painted skin ghost behind. Feng Ling now wonders if his own character also has a ghost?

"Is Ying'er a ghost? Or did the Painted Skin Ghost help her change her appearance?"

"Ying'er paid a price, and the Painted Skin Ghost won't hurt her and will help her maintain her beauty every day. But don't provoke the Painted Skin Ghost. They have a deal, but you don't have one with it."

Madam Feng knew her adopted nephew's temperament and had to warn him not to provoke anyone. As for Lian Wu, he didn't look like someone who would cause trouble, so Madam Feng was relatively confident in him.

"Ying'er paid so much for revenge. Now we can settle all the old and new grudges together. Neither of these two, father or son, can escape."

Mrs. Feng saw from afar that the maid who went to buy osmanthus cake had returned, so she stopped talking in time.

It would be fine to just talk about this matter with these two youngsters. This maidservant is not a close confidant. If this matter were to be spread out, who knows what kind of trouble would arise.

"It's getting late. Ling'er, do you plan to go back home or stay with him?"

"I'll be back later. I finally got out, so I have to have fun."

Mrs. Feng didn't expect Feng Ling to go back with her. It was good enough that he was willing to go back today. She didn't mind Feng Ling living directly at the Lin family, but the Minister of War would definitely be angry.

As soon as they left, Feng Ling and Lian Wu planned to inquire about the location of Nanhulugou Village.

This village seems to be very remote, and I couldn't get an answer after asking many beggars on the street.

Just when they were about to give up, a white-haired beggar came up to them.

"They said you were looking for Nanhulugou Village. I know where it is, but I need food and medicine."

The beggar looked haggard, with dark circles under his eyes, and it seemed that he had not slept well for a long time.

"Just tell us where Nanhulugou Village is and we can meet all your requirements."

The old beggar's request was not excessive. Even if the old beggar didn't ask, they would still give him a reward.

The old beggar hesitated and said, "Can you really get the medicine I want?"

"Old man, I'm from the Lin family's pharmacy. If you don't trust him, don't you trust the Lin family?"

Lian Wu’s words made the old beggar’s eyes light up.

"Hello, Lin family! Hello, Lin family! We're saved, finally saved!"

Having said that, the old beggar couldn't wait to take them to Nanhulugou Village, but he stopped after taking a few steps.

"Can you please give me food first? The child is sick...he will die without food."

Naturally, they would not refuse such a request. Being decisive in killing people does not mean that they regard human life as worthless.

The old beggar was a little wary of them and didn't dare to take them to see the children. He held a roast chicken and a few buns in his arms, very carefully, as if he was afraid that someone would snatch them away.