Only those who look cowardly should be brave.

Ling Ling walked into the room with staggering steps, the door closed with a "bang", holding on to the door panel, Ling Ling was dizzy, gasping for breath, his forehead was covered with dense sweat droplets, at this time Ling Ling regained his senses, he couldn't imagine what he was like just now, the moment he entered the door, his nerves relaxed instantly, and Ling Ling, who had been relying on a strong support, instantly felt tired and rushed to his head, and suddenly became groggy, holding on to the table and chair, staggering to the side of the bed, and then he wanted to fall on the bed, and then it came out" Call...... Call...... The sound of breathing ......", Ling Ling fell asleep.

This fight frightened many people, especially Wang Po and Pan Jinlian, who had already seen the miracle that Ling Ling was not poisoned and became intact in an instant, and then now he saw Ling Ling (Wu Dalang) like a changed person, like a madman, beat away Ximen Qing and Ju'an's master and servant, and finally Ling Ling said gloomy, "Is the play good?" Completely destroyed Pan Jinlian's last suspicion, she had completely believed that Ling Ling was a god descending to earth, and Wang Po, with a gloomy face, lived a lot of age, and the people who died by medicine don't know how much, otherwise where did they get such skilled poisoning skills, would they not be found to be poisoned but died of disease, but now, arsenic did not poison people, and Wang Po, who was originally very confident in herself, gradually began to believe that Ling Ling (Wu Dalang) may really be a god.

"Dry ...... Godmother, he ...... He...... He really is God...... Immortals"

Pan Jinlian leaned on Wang Po, her body was constantly shaking, and her teeth were chattering.

Wang Po didn't respond to Pan Jinlian, she didn't know what to say, and with so many neighbors watching, she just wanted to leave these sights as soon as possible and escape back to her teahouse.

"Look at anything, let's disperse, and I'm not afraid that the Ximen officials will trouble you" The old man's voice also trembled a little.

The onlookers in Wuyang and Wuyang also began to disperse, but I don't know if they were frightened by the Ximen official who was beaten into a pig's head and maybe broken below, or they were tired of standing up.

"Alas, didn't you hear any immortals just now?"

"What kind of fairy? Why didn't I hear it?"

"Yes, just now I vaguely heard the little lady say that the gods are descending to earth"

"It's really fake, hey, maybe it's really true, that Wu Dalang was beaten like that and died, maybe he was really a fairy"

"This fairy is also a little miserable."

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Similar conversations can be heard from time to time, ancient people are still very sensitive to words like immortals, although Pan Jinlian's voice is not too loud, but there are always good ears.

After the onlookers dispersed, there was a messy courtyard left, Pan Jinlian, who was in tears, and Wang Po, who had a little crooked red flowers on her temples, got to this extent, Pan Jinlian didn't dare to go back, so she had to support each other with Wang Po, pass through the back door that had been broken, and then push open the back door of the teahouse, but for Pan Jinlian, she used to pass through the door to be a big official of the West Gate, and now she doesn't know what will happen next when she passes through the door.

Ju An took Ximen Qing on his feet, and finally returned to the house in countless onlookers and fingers, Ju An was really fed up with such pointing and pointing, and secretly vowed to make those who pointed and pointed at him feel good, and Wu Dalang's short man must be killed.

"Ouch, official, what's wrong with you?" Wu Yueniang couldn't believe that the pig-headed person in front of her was a great official of Ximen who had always been suave.

"Jue An, tell me what's wrong, how did you two get beaten like this" Although he was snubbed, after all, he was Mrs. Ximen Qingzhengpai, and he still had to have the greetings on face.

"Madam, I ...... with my master" Ju An said a lot of things to Wu Yueniang about today's experience with a handful of snot and tears, and it was really as miserable as it was.

"Okay, call the two maids to take care of the master, you come to my room" Wu Yueniang originally planned to find some pampering tonight, and asked the subordinates to call themselves when they saw the officials entering the mansion, but now it seems that there is no drama, but slowly after a long night, lonely and helpless, I still have to find someone to accompany me.

Ling Ling, who slept until the next morning, finally woke up, was woken up by hunger, hadn't eaten for several days, and had been exercising so much yesterday, if he wasn't really tired, he would have been awakened by hunger if he slept like he was dead. After getting up, he looked at his body, his clothes were in tatters, and he found a bronze mirror that was not so bright, and Ling Ling vaguely saw that he was now alive and begging for food.

I found a set of relatively new clothes with a lot of patches and put them on my body, then fetched water, washed, cleaned up my personal appearance, and went out to find the kitchen.

"Phew, bah, bah, what the hell" Ling Ling spit out the cake he ate in his mouth, it was really hard and toothless, and there was an indescribable taste, Ling Ling felt that his hunger had eased a little.

"Brother Da Lang, how have you sold baked cakes all these years, who gave you the confidence!"

"Let's see, brother will teach you how to do it"

After speaking, he began to look for noodles and make a fire, although Ling Ling has pastry skills, but after all, he has never made noodles before, and it is not enough to have theoretical skills, and the current noodles of the Song Dynasty are not so good after all, and they are not very good with what comes out, so they stumbled and spent more than an hour, and finally got the first baked cake, but the hunger in the stomach was about to subside.

What Ling Ling made was just an ordinary cake, and it didn't reach the lowest level of pastry skills, let alone what to do with slag cakes, sugar sesame sauce cakes, oven dried cakes, cylinder stove cakes, rose cakes and other cakes that are also famous in the real world.

"Well, it's okay, it's a little feeling" I took a bite of the cake I made, although the taste was not fragrant, at least the bread was at least crispy, and after eating a cake, I was a little full, and then Ling Ling began to practice continuously, maybe I would have to rely on these cakes next.

Ximen Qing Mansion on.

"Master, you're awake, drink some water," the maid took the tea bowl.

"Goo-dong...... "Ximenqing drank a whole bowl ......of tea, just because the swelling on his face hadn't gone away, and he looked very funny.

The maid wanted to endure it but couldn't help it, and laughed out loud with a poof.

"Bang" Ximen Qing slammed the tea bowl on the ground, but he pulled the wound too hard, grinning in pain.

"Master, the slave is wrong, the slave should die" The maid immediately knelt on the ground, her body trembled, and she kept kowtowing.

"Your name is Yuexiang, right? Raise your head" Ximenqing didn't know this maid, but there was such a maid in his memory, and it seemed that something had happened, and he couldn't remember it clearly.

"Old ...... Master, I am Yuehong" The maid stopped kowtowing, looked up at Ximenqing, her eyes were full of fear, she had just come to this mansion, and she had heard the notoriety of the master of this mansion before she came, but she was taken care of by Juan last night. Although he was a little scared, Ximenqing's appearance just now was really funny, and he couldn't help it.

"Oh, Yuehong, stand up and come to the bed" Ximenqing's voice was very kind, and he didn't look angry at all.

The maid Yuehong slowly walked to the bed, her body trembled even more, and she felt that something terrible would happen next.

"Take off your clothes and climb into bed" The voice was still calm, but the calm was terrifying.

(To be continued)