A small peasant girl who traveled through time and space picked up a war god prince

Siyu shook off Bai Shuya's hand. "This is my business, you have no right to interfere. Don't come to my house in the future. Don't forget that we are no longer related. Don't show off in front of me." Humph.

Bai Shuya stamped her feet and walked out of Siyu's yard angrily. Bai Sirou, who was hiding in the dark, came out and said casually, "Oh, who has offended us? The daughter of the future scholar, Sister Shuya is so angry. Talk to your sister and see if your sister can help you." Bai Shuya told her what happened today like a bamboo tong pouring beans. When Bai Sirou heard that Mr. Zhou had left, she was also a little anxious and said, "He left. Why did he leave? Didn't he want to stay here for a while?" Bai Shuya didn't know. That bitch Bai Siyu didn't say anything. Sister Sirou, what do you say we should do? Bai Sirou, it's useless to do anything now. The protagonist is not here, and we can't do anything. No matter how good the method is, we have to wait.

Bai Zhenzhen settled down in the old house and went to Siyu's house every day, always hoping to find the secret and recipe for making these things. After several days, she still couldn't find it. Seeing that the deadline was approaching, Bai Zhenzhen thought of a way. At night, when no one was paying attention, she set a fire in the workshop. While everyone was putting out the fire and moving things out, Bai Zhenzhen watched as they went to put out the fire and went into Siyu and her parents' house. After searching everywhere, she still couldn't find the recipe. Bai Zhenzhen scratched her head and wondered where she had put the things.

Everyone rushed to put out the fire. Fortunately, there was no wind and the fire was not big, so it did not cause much damage. They just lit the firewood next to the workshop. Siyu looked at Bai Qingyuan, and the father and daughter looked at each other. They felt that the fire was a little strange and there must be something wrong. There was no fire source and no flammable items. How could it suddenly catch fire? After the fire was put out, everyone walked over and picked up a red flower and handed it to Siyu and her father. As soon as everyone saw the red flower, they had a suspect. Everyone knew who it was. The father and daughter quietly returned home. Where was the family? They had left, and the house was in a mess. Siyu thought, is this the beginning of attracting attention? This is not to mention how big the business is and how much money it makes. It only earns more than ten taels of silver a day. And it's being targeted. What can I do to solve this problem once and for all? If Long Linxiao was here at this time, he would definitely give me some advice.

Meanwhile, on Long Linxiao's side, Feng Mojun's fever finally subsided after a day and night of treatment. After two more days of recuperation, they began their journey back to the capital. This time, they didn't return secretly, but with great fanfare. They were inevitably pursued along the way, but their brazen approach kept the pursuers from acting too openly, allowing them to proceed with relatively safe passage. After ten days of travel, they finally reached the capital, finally feeling relieved. Feng Mojun had brought back several of the people who had fought alongside him through thick and thin. Shang Tiesheng, however, had a secret unknown to the others: a skilled craft. Due to jealousy in his hometown, his entire family had been murdered, leaving him as the sole heir. Therefore, he had made his home in Zong Hu's village. Now 20 years old, he followed Feng Mojun to Prince Yi's mansion. Prince Yi was furious to see his youngest son so badly injured. But he couldn't ruin the emperor's plan. He knew who had done it, but he could only endure it silently. Because of insufficient evidence, he couldn't bring them down all at once. He could only wait for the opportunity to strike the enemy with one blow, hitting their vital points. If he didn't, he would be like a hundred-year-old insect that would die without end. Only after he had pinned him down could he take action.

Long Linxiao asked the secret guards to invite the imperial hospital in the palace, and the head of the hospital examined Feng Mojun's injuries.

Dean Ling, looking at Feng Mojun's injuries, recalled twenty years ago. "Ling Yunfeng, the old emperor, and Prince Yi, Feng Junyi, are brothers of different surnames. Ling Yunfeng, obsessed with medicine, has only one son. His wife died giving birth, and he never remarried. Now his son is eighteen, and every day he devotes himself to practicing medicine and saving lives, traveling far and wide. I often come to my old brothers' place to get together. Now, seeing this child I've watched grow up, injured like this, I'd be lying if I wasn't sad. The late emperor wanted to make me a king, but I disagreed. In the end, the late emperor gave me the ridiculous title of Medicine King, and I don't like being a prince." Dean Ling and Elder Ji were fellow disciples. Now, while Elder Ji is enjoying himself outside, he's imprisoned in the palace. The eldest brother is displeased. Ling Yunfeng had promised the old emperor that he would become the head of the Imperial Hospital to care for his son, Long Muchen. Now, over a decade later, the once young man has become a majestic and domineering emperor. ...

Elder Ling withdrew his thoughts. He said, "The wound hasn't healed yet, but the patient is fine. The poison has been resolved, and the patient is in good health. He just needs to recuperate." Long Linxiao told Feng Mojun to take good care of his injuries while he went to the palace to report.

After leaving Prince Yi's Mansion, Long Linxiao took the things he brought back and went to the palace to report to the emperor. Entering the palace, Long Linxiao felt depressed and uncomfortable. He looked around and saw that Long Linxiao had returned safely without any injuries. They all returned to their respective palaces to report to their masters. Long Linxiao walked into the imperial study and saw that his father, whom he had not seen for many days, had aged a lot and had more white hair on his head. Looking at his haggard face, he felt a little uncomfortable. When the emperor heard the noise, he looked up and saw that it was his son who had returned. He happily stepped down from the dragon throne. Long Linxiao knelt down and saluted the emperor. "Your son pays his respects to your father. It is your fault that your father is worried." The old emperor quickly helped up his favorite son, "This is the one I have carefully cultivated and trained, and he will succeed me to the throne in the future. But the girl I love is nowhere to be found, no trace. A beloved son can no longer be harmed by others. The emperor is furious. This time, he must find out the mastermind as soon as possible and eradicate them completely before they can disrupt the government again." The emperor said again, "Hurry up, third brother, let father see your injury. How is it? Are you still uncomfortable? Do you want the Medicine King to come and see you? Long Linxiao, father, I'm fine. The Medicine King is in the Wing Prince's Mansion. I just came back from the Wing Prince's Mansion. Feng Mojun was shot by an arrow by someone, and the arrow was poisonous. Uncle Medicine King is there to check him now. I'm fine now. Didn't I tell you in my last letter? Didn't I meet a very powerful girl?" The emperor was very surprised. He looked at his son meaningfully and said, "How powerful is this powerful girl? Can you tell father about it?" I have to hear what kind of girl can make a guy like you, who never lets girls get close to you, so infatuated with her. Long Linxiao was a little embarrassed, and saw that his father's ears were red. Tell him quickly. Long Linxiao blushed with embarrassment. Father, please don't make fun of me. Siyu is very powerful. He helped me suppress the poison and he also cured my injury. The emperor asked him to show me your injury. Only then did he realize what his son said. What did you say? He can suppress your poison, Long Linxiao said proudly, more than that? He said he can help me get rid of the poison when all the medicines are gathered. The emperor widened his eyes in shock. Really? He can really help you get rid of the poison. Long Linxiao nodded, yes. You see, my poison has not recurred for so long, even when I use my internal force of martial arts. Otherwise, I will have an attack of poison on the first and fifteenth day of every month. The Emperor sighed and said, "These damned people, I don't know what poison they gave you, and they can't even find it. It only happened on the first day of the lunar month, the fifteenth night of the full moon. It really infuriates me." "Okay, Father, don't be angry. The little girl can cure me, and I don't have to worry anymore." The Emperor said, "Yes, when can he cure you? That would be a great achievement. As a citizen of our Yulong Dynasty, you've made a great contribution and deserve a reward." So, could he be the destined one the Imperial Master mentioned? "Long Linxiao, I'm not sure, but Your Majesty, why don't we wait a little longer? I'll visit the little girl soon. She's discovered a new variety of grain. She told me it's very productive and can help the people of the Yulong Dynasty overcome their food shortages. We can then reward her, and no one will question her. It's not appropriate to let outsiders know about my antidote yet. We haven't caught the big fish yet. If word leaks out, they'll retreat. We've endured for so many years, and it's time to close the net. We're not afraid to endure a little longer." The emperor nodded in agreement. "Okay," Long Linxiao reminisced with the emperor, then took out all the evidence in his arms and told the old emperor that these people were mining salt in the Linhai area, then selling the salt to the Jin Kingdom, and then buying stones and horses from the Jin Kingdom. The emperor said, "Okay, I know, I will send people there."