A renowned ancient physician transmigrates into the body of an abandoned woman, only to be sold off

Mu Liuxin took the photo frame from He Mengling's hand and glanced at it. She saw that He Mengling's photos were indeed much better looking, and the poses were also more attractive. Compared to her own photos, they were far superior, and Mu Liuxin even felt a little envious.

Song Zhili saw her expression clearly. Those photos were taken by Xia Momo with He Mengling. They were candid shots of Mu Liuxin and the others. Although they were also very good-looking, since Mu Liuxin is very beautiful, they were still a little inferior to the specially taken photos.

“Mother, if you want to take some more pictures, I can take some more for you separately. These are not my paintings, but were made using specially authorized tools.”

Song Zhili explained Mu Liuxin's question from earlier.

He Mengling also saw Xia Momo's phone, so she excitedly described what the phone looked like to Mu Liuxin.

When Mu Liuxin heard that Song Zhili wanted to prepare some for her separately, she was naturally happy to oblige. So the group got up and went to the back garden. Song Zhili took out her phone, which He Mengling had taken before. She had even gone to instruct Mu Liuxin on how to pose.

Song Zhili took the photos smoothly and also took a few photos of the two of them together. After taking the photos, Song Zhili put away her phone and said to the two of them, "Mother, Mengling, this is done. I'll go back now and bring it to you when I'm done."

Mu Liuxin glanced at the sky; it was almost noon. She asked Song Zhili to stay and have lunch in her courtyard before leaving. Song Zhili thought that He Chengjing usually didn't come back for lunch, so she agreed.

After Mu Liuxin had lunch, she left with Qingshuang. No sooner had she left than He Zhixuan returned. When he came back, he saw Mu Liuxin holding something and looking at it. She didn't even know he had returned.

He Zhixuan walked forward curiously and glanced at Mu Liuxin. He saw that she was holding the photo of him and Mu Liuxin sitting in the hall that day. He was surprised and took it from Mu Liuxin's hand.

"Hey, isn't this the clothes Chengjing and I wore that day? When did you get it painted? It's so realistic, haha, it looks pretty good. Look how happy I am."

He Zhixuan pointed to himself in the photo, which captured his expression when he was laughing.

Mu Liuxin smiled and said, "This was given to me by that girl, Ali. It wasn't drawn by someone else. Ali made it with a strange thing, and I don't know what it is."

When He Zhixuan heard that it was Song Zhili who did it, he wasn't surprised. He had always thought that this girl was very mysterious and could produce some strange things from time to time. He had asked He Chengjing about it before.

He Chengjing simply told him that Ali wouldn't harm them, and that he should just turn a blind eye to any strange or unusual things she might bring out in the future.

Hearing He Chengjing say that, he didn't think much of it. As long as that girl Ali didn't have any intention of harming them, he wouldn't pursue these matters any further.

She also mentioned this to Mu Liuxin, who nodded in agreement. After spending time together, she had long sensed that Song Zhili was not simple, but she had not told anyone.

Now that she's heard He Zhixuan say that, she'll just pretend she didn't see it.

When Song Zhili returned to the courtyard, she saw He Chengjing sitting there, staring at a long sword in his hand. Song Zhili walked over and glanced at the long sword on the table. At first glance, she felt that it looked familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it before.

"Ah Jing, whose longsword is this? It looks so familiar."

Upon hearing Song Zhili's voice, He Chengjing replied in a low voice, "It's Qingfeng's. I sent people to investigate his whereabouts. My men found this longsword not far from the capital. He used to almost never let go of this sword, but now it's been found in the forest. He must have really encountered danger. I don't know if he's alive or dead."

When Song Zhili heard He Chengjing say that it belonged to Qingfeng, she remembered that she had often seen Qingfeng hanging this long sword at his waist.

"Have you sent people to look for him? Since his longsword was found not far from the capital, has he already returned? Or was he attacked outside?"

He Chengjing rubbed his temples, looking somewhat tired, and said, "I don't know yet. I've already sent people to investigate."

Standing behind He Chengjing, Qingzhu overheard their conversation. Suddenly, the image of the wounded man he had seen in the dilapidated temple flashed through his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt.

He even muttered to himself, "Strange."

Song Zhili was standing not far from him and happened to hear his muttering. She frowned and looked at Qingzhu, asking, "What did you just say that was strange?"

When Qingzhu heard Song Zhili ask him a question, he immediately told the two of them about what happened at the dilapidated temple last time.

After hearing this, Song Zhili and He Chengjing also felt that something was wrong. They looked at each other and then said in unison, "Let's go take a look."

After they finished speaking, they smiled at each other and then led Qingzhu and Qingshuang toward the dilapidated temple.

Qingzhu and Qingshuang sat outside the carriage. On the way, Qingshuang whispered to Qingzhu, "Big brother, Qingfeng will be alright, right?"

Qingzhu glanced at Qingshuang and sighed helplessly. The three of them had grown up together, so their bond was naturally deeper than that of others. Now that they heard that Qingfeng might be in trouble, the two of them felt even worse.

Especially Qing Shuang, who had secretly liked Qing Feng since childhood, but she dared not express her feelings and kept them hidden in her heart. Now, hearing that Qing Feng might be in trouble, she felt as if her heart was being squeezed by a pair of big hands.

"Shuang'er, it's alright. Maybe it wasn't Qingfeng, it was just my guess. Don't be too sad. No news is the best news right now."

Qingzhu saw that Qingshuang's eyes were red and she was about to cry. He couldn't bear to see her like this, so he comforted her for a few moments.

Upon hearing Qingzhu's words, Qingshuang nodded and then fell silent.

A quarter of an hour later, Qingzhu stopped the carriage at the entrance of the dilapidated temple. Song Zhili and He Chengjing got off the carriage and walked into the temple together.

As soon as Song Zhili entered the dilapidated temple, she couldn't help but frown. The temple was full of beggars, and the smell wasn't pleasant either.

When the beggars saw Song Zhili and He Chengjing approaching, they noticed that the two women were dressed in very luxurious clothes. Several beggars picked up their broken bowls and surrounded the two women.

"Please, kind sir, give me some food."