After Ling Chusi went around in a circle, he was just about to leave, planning to come back after nightfall, but as a result, he met a female slave girl at the corner gate.

Ling Chusi glanced at it casually, smelled a faint smell of herbs in his nose, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.

The slave girl was as frightened as if she was frightened, and subconsciously took a step back.

Ling Chusi turned his head sideways very casually, as if he was looking at the wall of the house on the side of the road, but he was actually carefully looking at this female slave girl with the smell of herbs.

Although she is just a slave, and she has an uncertain and ruthless master, and she lives in fear every day, but from the rather ruddy face of this slave girl, it can still be judged that her body is still healthy, and she is definitely not a medicine jar that needs to be used as a meal all year round, and the smell of herbs on her body should also be contaminated because she encountered those herbs today.

Thinking of this, Ling Chusi, who had already walked a few steps, almost immediately turned around and called the slave girl and said, "Girl, please stay!" ”

The slave girl was obviously taken aback again, especially Ling Chusi's fox fur clothes that didn't look cheap, the slave girl only thought that she was also from a Turkic aristocracy, and when she met these people, she was completely instinctively afraid and trembled.

At this moment, Ling Chusi also sensed that something was wrong, and took the initiative to take two steps back, putting a distance between him and the slave girl, and then said softly, "Are you okay?" ”

Probably seeing that Ling Chusi took the initiative to push away, the female slave finally calmed down a little, and after a while, seeing that Ling Chusi was just standing in place, she bowed her head and apologized with some embarrassment.

Ling Chusi's mind was all on the smell of herbs on this female slave, and he was completely absent-minded about these words of apology, and after the female slave's feelings were stable, he opened his mouth softly, and asked casually: "I went to the pharmacy today to grab medicine, and I heard from the medicine seller that you bought a lot of medicinal materials, I want to ask, can you give me some medicinal materials?" After all, those precious medicinal materials can't be found new for a while. ”

When the slave girl heard this, she couldn't help but shake her head in horror.

Ling Chusi's face showed a bit of loss, and he asked, "Do you have seriously ill people in your family?" ”

"Nope!" The slave girl was almost busy denying that this kind of words similar to cursing the master's family would never dare to say it to her, and she almost subconsciously prevaricated and explained: "It's Mr. who is testing the medicine......"

Hearing the words "Mr. try the medicine", Ling Chusi's eyes suddenly lit up, she pretended to be surprised, and put on an attitude that was very familiar with Sun Simiao, and said casually: "It turns out that Sun Langzhong is still in your house?" I haven't seen him in a while. ”

Hearing that Ling Chusi and Sun Simiao knew each other, the slave girl immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking that Sun Simiao was still calm and light even though he was under house arrest by Zhao Deyan, and his gentle and calm appearance towards everyone, the slave girl's eyes seemed to be covered with a glint of light, and she hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask curiously: "Do you know Mr.?" ”

Ling Chusi nodded happily, he didn't care about the things of his previous life, and directly began to talk about the three-star Grandpa Sun Simiao, the three-star moon in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, and then began to talk about the things of those Wanhua disciples in the sea of flowers.

Ling Chusi spoke vividly, and the slave girl was also fascinated by it.

In the face of Sun Simiao, this female slave has always dared not even raise her eyes, and it can be said that she has an extremely low self-esteem. Especially when facing Sun Simiao, who seems to be gentle and calm forever, this feeling of self-shame spreads in an instant, making her almost at a loss.

can hear so many things about Sun Simiao from an "outsider" who is an old acquaintance with Sun Simiao, and this female slave is almost reluctant to leave.

However, in the conversation with the slave girl, Ling Chusi determined Sun Simiao's whereabouts, and also knew that he was now in the west courtyard of this mansion, Ling Chusi quickly stopped the topic in a timely manner, and after saying goodbye to the slave girl, he went back to the inn directly.

At night, everything is silent, the waning moon is like a hook, and there seems to be only a piece of starlight between heaven and earth.

Ling Chusi performed the "Ink Mountains and Rivers" with a great effort, and quietly rushed to the west courtyard of the mansion from the air along the way, however, to her surprise, it was late at night, and the house in the west courtyard was brightly lit.

Ling Chusi cautiously and silently landed on the roof of the west courtyard, lightly removed a tile, and lay directly on the roof to listen to the conversation inside the house.

"Shibi Khan is seriously ill, and tomorrow you will follow me to the Turkic tent to see him." Zhao Deyan stood there with his hands in his hands, a pair of feminine and delicate faces glowing with cold white and delicate light in the candlelight, however, the words he said were cold and did not carry any temperature.

The slave girl was kneeling at Zhao Deyan's feet, bowing her eyebrows and bowing her head without saying a word.

Sun Simiao sat on the edge of the table, still holding a small mortar in his hand and gently pounding the medicine. Hearing Zhao Deyan's words, he only stopped the movements in his hand for a moment, changed his hands on the medicine pestle and the small medicine mortar, and continued to mash the medicinal materials inside smoothly and rhythmically.

"-Okay," after a while, Sun Simiao just nodded lightly and responded to this word.

His eyes fell on the slave girl who was kneeling at Zhao Deyan's feet, looking at her still a little trembling, he couldn't help but sigh lightly, shook his head and said softly: "I practice medicine and travel, and I am here to help the world, why do you want to pull her, an innocent woman, into me to see this scene?" ”

When Zhao Deyan heard this, he sneered, raised the small porcelain bottle in his hand, and said coldly: "Helping the world? Mr. Sun's life is inevitably too close. ”

The slave girl didn't dare to look up, so naturally she couldn't see the small porcelain bottle in Zhao Deyan's hand, but listening to Zhao Deyan's weird sneer, the slave girl became more and more afraid and panicked.

================ one more point, I'll make it up later

can hear so many things about Sun Simiao from an "outsider" who is an old acquaintance with Sun Simiao, and this female slave is almost reluctant to leave.

However, in the conversation with the slave girl, Ling Chusi determined Sun Simiao's whereabouts, and also knew that he was now in the west courtyard of this mansion, Ling Chusi quickly stopped the topic in a timely manner, and after saying goodbye to the slave girl, he went back to the inn directly.

At night, everything is silent, the waning moon is like a hook, and there seems to be only a piece of starlight between heaven and earth.

Ling Chusi performed the "Ink Mountains and Rivers" with a great effort, and quietly rushed to the west courtyard of the mansion from the air along the way, however, to her surprise, it was late at night, and the house in the west courtyard was brightly lit.

Ling Chusi cautiously and silently landed on the roof of the west courtyard, lightly removed a tile, and lay directly on the roof to listen to the conversation inside the house.

"Shibi Khan is seriously ill, and tomorrow you will follow me to the Turkic tent to see him." Zhao Deyan stood there with his hands in his hands, a pair of feminine and delicate faces glowing with cold white and delicate light in the candlelight, however, the words he said were cold and did not carry any temperature.

The slave girl was kneeling at Zhao Deyan's feet, bowing her eyebrows and bowing her head without saying a word.

Sun Simiao sat on the edge of the table, still holding a small mortar in his hand and gently pounding the medicine. Hearing Zhao Deyan's words, he only stopped the movements in his hand for a moment, changed his hands on the medicine pestle and the small medicine mortar, and continued to mash the medicinal materials inside smoothly and rhythmically.

"-Okay," after a while, Sun Simiao just nodded lightly and responded to this word.

His eyes fell on the slave girl who was kneeling at Zhao Deyan's feet, looking at her still a little trembling, he couldn't help but sigh lightly, shook his head and said softly: "I practice medicine and travel, and I am here to help the world, why do you want to pull her, an innocent woman, into me to see this scene?" ”

When Zhao Deyan heard this, he sneered, raised the small porcelain bottle in his hand, and said coldly: "Helping the world? Mr. Sun's life is inevitably too close. ”

The slave girl didn't dare to look up, so naturally she couldn't see the small porcelain bottle in Zhao Deyan's hand, but listening to Zhao Deyan's weird sneer, the slave girl became more and more afraid and panicked.

can hear so many things about Sun Simiao from an "outsider" who is an old acquaintance with Sun Simiao, and this female slave is almost reluctant to leave.

However, in the conversation with the slave girl, Ling Chusi determined Sun Simiao's whereabouts, and also knew that he was now in the west courtyard of this mansion, Ling Chusi quickly stopped the topic in a timely manner, and after saying goodbye to the slave girl, he went back to the inn directly.

At night, everything is silent, the waning moon is like a hook, and there seems to be only a piece of starlight between heaven and earth.

Ling Chusi performed the "Ink Mountains and Rivers" with a great effort, and quietly rushed to the west courtyard of the mansion from the air along the way, however, to her surprise, it was late at night, and the house in the west courtyard was brightly lit.

Ling Chusi cautiously and silently landed on the roof of the west courtyard, lightly removed a tile, and lay directly on the roof to listen to the conversation inside the house.

"Shibi Khan is seriously ill, and tomorrow you will follow me to the Turkic tent to see him." Zhao Deyan stood there with his hands in his hands, a pair of feminine and delicate faces glowing with cold white and delicate light in the candlelight, however, the words he said were cold and did not carry any temperature.

The slave girl was kneeling at Zhao Deyan's feet, bowing her eyebrows and bowing her head without saying a word.

Sun Simiao sat on the edge of the table, still holding a small mortar in his hand and gently pounding the medicine. Hearing Zhao Deyan's words, he only stopped the movements in his hand for a moment, changed his hands on the medicine pestle and the small medicine mortar, and continued to mash the medicinal materials inside smoothly and rhythmically.

"-Okay," after a while, Sun Simiao just nodded lightly