The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

The coachman who had previously brought Fang Qingyou to the villa then took her away again.

Although on the surface Fang Qingyou left Luo Qianmo's villa with a calm expression, in reality only she knew how disheveled she was, practically fleeing in a panic.

As the coachman left, his expressionless face reminded Fang Qingyou of the deep disgust in Luo Qianmo's eyes.

I felt quite uncomfortable.

Congested.

In fact, Fang Qingyou never understood what her feelings for Luo Qianmo were.

Perhaps it was his captivating beauty, perhaps it was his princely status, or perhaps it was his arrogant demeanor, but she could never ignore his presence.

From the moment Fang Qingyou first saw Luo Qianmo, she knew she couldn't resist him, but she had to stay as far away from him as possible.

However, the truth is that as long as Luo Qianmo flirts with her a little, she can't help but fall for him.

However, the truth is that Luo Qianmo was only flirting with her, but in his heart he was extremely disgusted by her closeness.

Fang Qingyou really disliked Luo Qianmo like this. Previously, she had never felt inferior in her interactions with anyone, but the disgust in Luo Qianmo's eyes really hurt her.

She was still not insecure, but when they met again, she might no longer be able to feel close to Luo Qianmo.

She was being too naive. No matter how sincere Luo Qianmo's expression was when he acknowledged her as a friend, he was still the same fickle and unpredictable Eighth Prince.

Fang Qingyou felt a little hurt and a little sad. She really wanted to treat Luo Qianmo as a friend, but the reality was so cruel.

Never mind, never mind, she shouldn't worry about it anymore.

Just as she had initially thought, it was best to keep her distance from Luo Qianmo, the eighth prince.

When Fang Qingyou arrived at the city gate, Liu Tiewa was already waiting for her.

When Fang Qingyou left the Du residence earlier, she was traveling with She Yuyan, so she asked Liu Tiewa to buy some things, and the two agreed to meet at the city gate.

As soon as Fang Qingyou boarded the carriage, Liu Tiewa asked in a low voice, "Qingyou, did those young ladies of official families bully you?"

Fang Qingyou shook her head in surprise: "No, Uncle Tiewa, why would you ask that?"

Liu Tiewa smiled sheepishly: "I saw you looked a little unhappy and thought you had been bullied. I'm glad you're alright."

"Oh, I'm fine. Uncle Tiewa, let's go back." Fang Qingyou lowered the carriage curtain, and Liu Tiewa drove the carriage out of the city gate.

Inside the carriage, Fang Qingyou rubbed her face vigorously. It seemed that her sadness was so obvious that even Liu Tiewa could see it.

Fang Qingyou rubbed her face, and when she saw the carriage full of goods, a smile finally appeared on her face.

Why think about that arrogant and aloof Luo Qianmo? Today is Qixi Festival, and she still wants to go back and enjoy the cool breeze and eat grapes under the moon with Ren Shi and Fang Runting.

Fang Qingyou leaned against the carriage, half-lying down with her eyes closed to rest.

"Bang-bang—" After an unknown amount of time, the carriage suddenly stopped, and a violent jolt almost caused Fang Qingyou to crash into it.

Although they weren't injured, they were shaken quite a bit.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—" Accompanying this was Liu Tiewa's trembling voice, filled with tension.

Once the carriage was stable, Fang Qingyou asked outside, "Uncle Tiewa, has something happened?"

"Xiao You, someone has stopped the carriage!" Liu Tiewa's voice was filled with lingering fear.

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyou immediately lifted the carriage curtain and saw an old man with a white beard standing in front of the carriage.

The old man was dressed in a loose white robe, with a ruddy complexion and radiant spirit, and he even looked somewhat like a sage.

The old man in white robes was only missing a whisk in his hand, otherwise he would definitely be mistaken for a highly accomplished Taoist master.

Liu Tiewa was covered in cold sweat and his face turned deathly pale, but the white-robed old man remained calm and composed, as if the person who had suddenly rushed in front of their carriage was not him.

Just as Fang Qingyou was about to ask the white-robed old man why he had stopped her carriage, she saw him suddenly look at her with a kind expression: "Disciple, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

Fang Qingyou froze on the spot. How could she have such a master?

Just as Fang Qingyou was about to ask the white-robed elder if he had mistaken her for someone else, she saw Liu Tiewa suddenly jump down from the carriage, kneel down in front of the white-robed elder with a devout expression, and kowtow repeatedly, saying, "Greetings, Divine Physician Xiaoyaozi, greetings, Divine Physician Xiaoyaozi..."

Liu Tiewa looked just like a devout believer.

And this old man in white robes was the deity he worshipped.

Before this, Fang Qingyou had no idea that Xiaoyaozi was actually a god-like being in the eyes of the world.

Fang Qingyou stared straight at the white-robed old man, her lips twitching violently.

Is this white-robed old man actually Xiaoyaozi?

Ahem, everyone knows she was a disciple of Xiaoyaozi, and now that he himself is standing in front of her, she…

Is her lie about to be exposed?

Fang Qingyou looked intently at the old man in white robes, trying to discern his thoughts from his expression. She then discovered that his gaze towards her contained warmth, relief, and affection.

That's exactly the look a master gives when gazing at their proudest student.

Moreover, the white-robed old man's gaze seemed very genuine, not feigned.

Now, Fang Qingyou was really nervous. Although she had already explained to Emperor Mingde that her master might not be Xiaoyaozi, everyone in the world had already accepted this.

If this white-robed old man really is Xiaoyaozi, then in his eyes, am I a big liar?

Fang Qingyou was thinking about how to verify whether the white-robed old man was really Xiaoyaozi, and how to explain the matter of "disciple" to him, when she saw the white-robed old man wave his hand at Liu Tiewa: "You can go down first, I want to talk to my disciple for a while."

No sooner had the old man in white robes finished speaking than Liu Tiewa suddenly stood up and ran away as fast as he could.

"Uncle Tiewa..." Before Fang Qingyou could stop Liu Tiewa, his figure had already darted several feet away.

Fang Qingyou's lips twitched. Her honest and simple Uncle Tiewa.

He had never even met Xiaoyaozi, so how could he believe that this white-robed old man was really Xiaoyaozi?

If the old man in white robes was a bad person who deliberately lured him away, wouldn't he have fallen into someone's trap?

"Senior, are you Senior Xiaoyaozi?" Fang Qingyou jumped off the carriage, walked forward a few steps, and respectfully bowed to the white-robed elder.

Regardless of his true identity, he deserves my respect, given his age.

The white-robed elder did not answer Fang Qingyou, but instead stared intently at her: "What? Aren't you Xiaoyaozi's disciple? How come you don't even recognize your own master?"