"Qing Yang is unwell, or is he injured!" Mu Ziding asked him anxiously.

Mu Bing was stunned, how did he find out?

"Does Ding Gongzi know where this thing is for sale?" Mu Bing asked him eagerly.

He nodded and acquiesced: "Then you sue me first, what happened to Qing Yang?!" He reached out and grabbed Mu Bing's arm and began to work a little harder.

Mu Bing frowned, but he didn't dodge the pain. It seems that this Ding Gongzi is very "nervous" about the young master. Thinking of his reaction, he should know a little bit about this small porcelain vase.

"The young master was punished yesterday for some things and received a few military sticks. He said a few words succinctly.

But before the words fell, he saw the thin lips of the curtain ding, and his eyes immediately turned red.

"It must be because of me!" He said he was really in trouble, but I patronized myself, thinking that he was a dignified and loyal warrior......" He was excited, his chest heaved and his breathing began to rapid.

Mu Bing didn't seem to be in the right situation, pulled him down and grabbed his hand hard, and pulled him out of the store by the way, and came to a remote street corner.

"It's useless for Ding Gongzi to say anything now, if Gongzi is really worried about my young master, it is better to tell him where I can buy this thing. ”

"I don't have to sell it!" Mu Ziding stared at Mu Bing's face with watery eyes, and replied decisively.

"......" Mu Bing held his forehead, is this person teasing him?

"You ......" As soon as he spoke, he saw Mu Ziding take out a small porcelain vase from his arms that was exactly the same as the one just now, and handed it to him.

"I still have some here, you hurry up and take it back to Qing Yang, no matter what the injury, you can recover most of it by eating one pill. He explained to Mu Bing with a serious face.

Taking the small porcelain vase, Mu Bing was speechless, he struggled to find nearly half of Shuiyue City, but he found nothing, but he didn't expect it to be so simple now.

"By the way, Ding Gongzi, what is the name of this thing?"

"Sugar balls. He replied casually, remembering that it was his aunt's name, and said that it tasted like his name. That's right!

"If Qingyang likes to eat, you sue him and I will ...... in the future"

"Like to eat?" Mu Bing whispered to herself, and Mu Qingyang suddenly appeared in her mind that she was full of praise for this "sugar ball" in the morning.

"You'd better go back soon!" Muziding frowned and began to urge him.

"Then thank you Ding Gongzi!" Mu Bing thanked him, turned around and walked quickly in the direction of the barracks.

"You sue Sù Qingyang, I'll wait for him at the inn!" Mu Ziding looked at the back that was gradually moving away, and shouted loudly.

Mu Bing's footsteps seemed to pause, but he didn't look back, just a moment of trotting out of Mu Ziding's sight.