The girl traveled through another world and forced the prince to take the imperial examination

She led him to the edge of the pond. The two of them walked and stopped, stopping to rest almost every three steps. It took them a full twenty minutes to reach the edge of the pond.

Mu Qingcheng asked him to sit on a rock, put his hand in the water, and told him that this was a pond.

The young man in white washed his hands and face, stood up and took off his outer robe. He was wearing a loose-fitting, narrow-sleeved, moon-white robe with dark patterns. The wide corners of the robe were embroidered with exquisite patterns. Mu Qingcheng didn't know what kind of fabric it was, but she knew that it was definitely not something that ordinary people could afford.

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his skinny arms, which were covered with whip marks. Old wounds piled on top of new wounds, and both arms were covered with scars. Mu Qingcheng rolled up her sleeves and compared them with his, feeling that her arms seemed thicker!

She felt a little sorry for this man for a moment. Born in a society ruled by law, she couldn't understand how someone could be beaten like this.

"You can tell you've been abused! It's despicable. You're already pitiful enough, but how could someone do this to you? Not only did they not give you food, they also beat you up like this."

"It's really disgusting."

The young man in white scooped up water to wash his arm. Mu Qingcheng carefully grabbed his hand and wrote two words on the palm of his hand: "Does it hurt?"

He could feel her breath was very disordered, probably because she was frightened by his injury. In fact, this skin injury was nothing to him, and he never took it to heart. Since he lost all five senses, he had long forgotten about this injury.

He put his sleeves down silently and shook his head.

He also took her hand and wrote on her palm.

"Your medicine works very well, thank you!"

"really?"

Mu Qingcheng couldn't believe that the medicine she had randomly given him actually worked. Then her medicine box must be his life-saving medicine. It seemed that she had to get the medicine box back.

Mu Qingcheng wrote solemnly on his palm: "Don't worry, I will definitely get the medicine box back and treat you."

The young man in white was stunned for a moment, pondering the meaning of her words, and then took her hand and wrote.

“Where is your first aid kit?”

Mu Qingcheng thought about it. Putting aside her own origins, even if she told him about her escape, it would be a very long story. How many words would it take to tell him this story? Oh my! This would probably take at least 500 words!

Or to simplify it a bit: "It was snatched away by the evildoers."

The young man in white understood what she wrote and frowned. No wonder he was stranded in the wilderness. It turned out that they, like him, had come here to escape. He didn't know who was hunting down his master and disciple. If he still had the power he once had, it would have been easy for him to protect them, but now he couldn't even protect his own life.

He wrote dejectedly on her palm: "Is your master okay?"

Mu Qingcheng stared blankly at the palm of her hand. What did he just write about "father"? Why did he ask about her father? It didn't seem like he was her father.

She was speechless. Communicating with an ancient person using words was already brain-twisting enough, and the other person was a disabled person who was deaf, dumb and blind.

Ugh! She felt like she was about to ascend to heaven!

She stood up and took out her notebook from her trouser pocket, turned to a blank page, put the notebook on his legs, put the carbon pen in his hand, gestured to him, and told him that it was a charcoal pencil that could be used to write without ink, and there was also a notebook in which he could write.

Xiaobai fumbled with the pen several times out of curiosity. It was hard and smooth, and he had no idea what material it was made of. The sharp tip pricked his hand. Was he sure he could write with such a sharp tip? Wouldn't it pierce the paper?

There was also this thing called a "book," which he had never heard of. It had a hard outer shell. Could it be made of wood? He repeatedly felt the paper inside. If it was paper, it really couldn't be pierced. He had never seen paper this thick, smooth, and delicate before, and he didn't know where it came from.

Xiaobai was even more curious about the child's origins. The notebook and pen he used casually were so unusual. This master and apprentice were definitely not ordinary people.

He felt like he had opened the door to a new world, and he was even more eager to know where this child and his master came from. He seemed to have never seen or heard of the handwriting they wrote, the clothes they wore, the paper and pens they used, and the magical medicine they used.

He took the pen and wrote on the book with a somewhat stiff hand: "Where is your master?"

She looked at the words on the book and understood them. But who was her master? Where was her master? How could she know? Where could she find a master?

Mu Qingcheng was a little puzzled, but also wanted to tease him. She grabbed his hand and asked, "Why are you looking for him?"

The young man in white wrote slowly in the notebook.

"I wonder what has happened to you two that has brought you here? Is your master safe? If you trust me, I could tell you where you're from and what troubles you've encountered?"

Mu Qingcheng was stunned for a moment. "Escape" and "Master". She couldn't figure it out. She didn't seem to have told him that she was running for her life here? Why did he find a master for her? She didn't say she had a master either!

But this is also good. If she had a very powerful master, he would be afraid and dare not bully her.

"My master has gone up the mountain to collect herbs. He's not sure when he'll be back." She wrote on his palm.

He nodded and wrote on the notebook: "What's your name, Master? I will repay you handsomely when I set the date!"

The young man in white had weak hands and wrote very slowly, but his handwriting was neat and smooth. One could tell at a glance that it was the result of hard work. If it was calligraphy, it would look even better.

But his question stumped Mu Qingcheng. As expected, one lie needed countless lies to cover it up. But her hole could not be filled because she had no master.

However, he said that the reward must be substantial. He looked like a rich man, and she happened to be penniless. She wondered how much this life-saving favor was worth?

"My master is away, and I was the one who saved you. You can just thank me directly. My medicine is very expensive."

Mu Qingcheng wondered if her hint was obvious enough.

The young man in white was amused. This kid was a money-grubber. However, his medicine was indeed priceless. If he hadn't been so lucky, he would have been dead.

"Thank you, little brother!"

Uh! What's going on, little brother? Mu Qingcheng felt that he might have ascended to the world of immortals and heroes, cultivating for three thousand years and then killing his way into the demon world.

She was just about to tell him that the girl in front of him was a lively, cute, smart, beautiful girl who was loved by everyone and flowers bloomed wherever she went.

Xiaobai showed her the notebook again. It said, "If you don't mind me, you and I will be brothers. I will be loyal to you forever."

Mu Qingcheng rolled her eyes speechlessly and muttered to herself, "Who wants to be your brother? Is there any real money to be gained by sacrificing your life for me?"

Xiaobai stretched out her hand for a long time but she didn't write anything. She looked at the shadow in front of her in confusion. The child was silent again, and it seemed that she was not satisfied with his promise.

"My dear brother, I will repay your life-saving grace with all my heart! If I ever have the opportunity to avenge you, I will definitely give you ten thousand taels of gold as a thank you."

Mu Qingcheng stared at the words on the book with wide eyes, reading them several times before confirming them. Ten thousand taels—gold, was it really gold? She screamed in her heart with excitement. She had to hide this paper later. He couldn't go back on the amount written in black and white.

Ten thousand taels—gold! How much would that be? How much is gold per gram now? How many grams is one tael? She calculated it over and over in her mind, and the more she calculated, the more dizzy she became.

Unfortunately, she was so excited that she forgot the word "revenge" in front.

Xiaobai frowned and pondered. The child still didn't say anything. He was unsure. Wasn't ten thousand taels of gold too little? Should he add another ten thousand? So he wrote in his notebook.

"Your medicine is priceless, certainly more valuable than ten thousand ounces of gold. Why not add to that a promise I'll make to you, and I'll do anything for you in the future."

Hiss! This one is even more ruthless. He's willing to do anything. Does this person have any bottom line?