Spring arrives and the land smiles

Luo Qing's anesthetic powder almost overturned Qing Yan's imagination; it could not only provide continuous pain relief but also reduce inflammation and swelling.

Every twelve hours, Luo Qing would apply medicine to Qing Yan. To be precise, before the previous anesthetic wore off, Luo Qing would apply it again, and the pain-relieving effect was exactly the same, with no side effects. This was truly a blessing for the surgical world. Therefore, Luo Qing's promise to take Qing Yan shopping after the surgery was entirely feasible; Qing Yan would not be prevented from walking due to pain.

So, at this moment, the two arrived at a village on the outskirts of the city.

Luo Qing dismissed everyone around her and helped Qing Yan to the gate of Lingluo Manor, which was famous for its rare flowers and exotic plants.

Lingluo Manor is located in the southeast of Licheng, nestled against the mountains and facing the water, boasting a pleasant microclimate and making it a natural resort. The manor's owner, known as Flower Maiden, is an absolute flower fanatic. No matter how rare or exotic the plant, if it exists in the world, Flower Maiden will go through fire and water to transplant it. Therefore, Lingluo Manor not only has fragrant flowers but also many rare medicinal herbs, which is why it attracted Luo Qing.

"I'll go knock on the door." Luo Qing walked up the steps and gently knocked on the door knocker.

Bang bang bang bang, the door knocker rang four times.

"Four tones?" Qingyan looked at Luoqing in surprise.

As the saying goes, "three knocks for a person, four knocks for a ghost." Knocking on a door is usually done with three knocks followed by a pause, while knocking four times is considered impolite. How could a refined gentleman like Luo Qing not know such etiquette?

After knocking four times, Luo Qing knocked three more times urgently. This time, the knocking was not only fast but also loud, which is a major taboo in knocking etiquette.

Then, Luo Qing knocked four more times, repeating the same steps as before.

Now that Qingyan understood, she smiled slightly and said, "This code is quite special."

Seeing that Qingyan recognized it, Luo Qing did not hide it: "Hua Gu Zi's childhood name was Twelve, so she split this code into four and three, which together make twelve."

Is this, is this, the obsessive-compulsive disorder of people in this era? Qingyan smiled secretly to herself.

A short while later, a boy with two topknots opened the door, but his attitude was extremely arrogant: "Who are you looking for?"

Luo Qing, however, did not take it to heart and replied gently, "Is Mr. Twelfth here?"

Twelfth Master? Qingyan was surprised. The manor owner named Hua Gu Zi was actually a man.

Upon hearing the title "Master Twelve," the boy with the double buns immediately softened his tone: "Please, young master. The master is in Lingluo Pavilion. I will show you the way."

Luo Qing turned around and helped Qing Yan into Lingluo Manor, where the two followed the boy with the double buns. However, all the other servants were turned away at the door. Qing Yan tightened her grip on Luo Qing's hand, and Luo Qing gently patted the back of her hand reassuringly.

Although these are extraordinary times, Qingyan was somewhat relieved by Luo Qing's calm demeanor.

As rumored, Lingluo Villa was indeed a sea of ​​flowers, with vibrant colors everywhere you looked. Qingyan was overwhelmed by the sights.

This flower mountain and sea of ​​flowers is not only colorful, but also very unique in shape. There are not only many birds, beasts, fish and insects, but also miniature landscapes. Although Qingyan could not tell where the landscape was, it did not affect her appreciation of its exquisiteness.

“Luo Qing, the scenery of this Lingluo Manor is very beautiful. I suppose Mr. Twelfth must be a wonderful person as well.”

"A remarkable person?" Luo Qing couldn't help but chuckle. "You'll know when you meet her."

Upon hearing Luo Qing's words, Qing Yan became even more curious about these Twelve Gentlemen.

Qingyan walked around and looked around for a short while before arriving at the entrance of Lingluo Pavilion.

"Young master, we've arrived." The boy politely pushed open the door, invited the two inside, and then respectfully withdrew.

"Luo Nannan, you really married such a beautiful wife! When did you finally realize that?"

Before Qingyan saw him, she heard his voice. Suddenly, a white figure flashed in front of her, grabbed her hand, and startled Qingyan.

Luo Qing immediately supported her, standing between her and the white figure: "Take it easy."

"Luo Nannan, you're already protecting her. I didn't expect you to be a late bloomer but learn so quickly." Bai Ying didn't take it seriously, her gaze fixed on Qing Yan, scrutinizing her from head to toe.

"You, tone it down a bit." Luo Qing said seriously.

But Bai Ying didn't know how to restrain herself: "Luo Nannan, stop being so protective of your own. When you need someone's help, you should lower your stance."

After exchanging several sentences, Qingyan finally calmed down and looked at the white figure.

This twelfth gentleman truly deserves the title of Flower Maiden. Not only does he have a charming face with both male and female features, but he also has a tall and alluring figure. If he were to dress as a woman, he would surely be a stunning beauty who could topple kingdoms.

Qingyan peeked out from behind Luo Qing and met the gaze of the Twelfth Master, looking him over calmly and without flinching.

"Are you born in the year of Guimao, the month of Xinyou, and the day of Guiwei?" Mr. Twelve asked with a smile.

"Does Mr. Twelve know how to read faces?" Qingyan chuckled.

This answer was tantamount to an admission, but this admission acted as a fuse, completely igniting Mr. Twelve's gossipy heart.

“Luo Nannan’s birth date and time are so compatible, it seems Lan Xiaozhen really cares about her.” Mr. Twelve laughed heartily, instantly ruining his charming image.

"Xiao Twelve, shut up!" Luo Qing glared at him urgently, her face flushed red.

"Alright, alright, I won't say anything more." Xiao Shier calmed down a bit and became serious. "The black sunflower still needs one more day to bloom. I'll take you to see it."

Luo Qing composed herself and helped Qing Yan follow behind Xiao Twelve.

"Luo Qing, what is Mo Kui?" Qing Yan asked curiously.

"Herbs to detoxify Qingqing." Luo Qing's voice was always gentle and soft when speaking to Qingyan.

"So you brought me out today to detoxify." No wonder Luo Qing was always paying attention to her physical condition when they went out today. As soon as she frowned slightly, Luo Qing became nervous.

"My dear, your husband has gone to great lengths for you," Xiao Twelve said, glancing back at Qingyan with a knowing look. "He even dared to do something like raising black sunflowers to cure poison; he really is..."

"Shut up, lead the way." Fearing that Xiao Shier might say something that would frighten Qingyan, Luo Qing quickly stopped him.

Qingyan, of course, noticed the obvious concealment. She stopped and stared intently at Luo Qing: "Is there anything I can't know?"

"It's nothing, it's just, it's just..." Luo Qing stammered.

"That's right, that's right, I can't know about this Mo Kui," Qing Yan thought to herself, and then bowed to Xiao Twelve: "Mr. Twelve, what is this Mo Kui? I hope you can tell me."

“This…” Xiao Shier looked at Luo Qing with difficulty.

“Don’t be afraid, Mr. Twelve, just tell me.” Qingyan pulled Luo Qing behind her, separating him from Xiao Twelve.

Upon seeing this scene, Xiao Shier immediately perked up: "Luo Nannan, I knew you were henpecked, you only dare to act tough in front of me."

“Girl, this black sunflower is a holy antidote, but it’s not easy to grow. Not only does it only grow near the nest of the golden-bellied python, but even if you find it, you can’t use the medicine immediately. It needs to be transplanted into pine worm soil and nourished with the blood of the golden-bellied python for at least ten days. The last person who went to catch the golden-bellied python is already dead.”

"What?" Qingyan was shocked and quickly lifted Luo Qing's wrist to check. Although Luo Qing had downplayed the severity of the injury when he bandaged it, making Qingyan think it was just a superficial wound that would heal with rest, she did not expect the danger to be far beyond her imagination.

"Luo Nannan is lucky, but she injured her tendons, so it will probably be inconvenient for her in the future."