The back mountain in August was still cool, and the man in white carried Sister Mei directly to the dusty meditation room, and she was already covered in sweat.

Mother Tong was surprised to see Sister Mei being carried over, and hurriedly hugged Sister Mei in her arms, "What's wrong?" ”

"She's got her foot down." The man in white smiled softly and said, "Hold her in and let the master take a look." ”

Mother Tong hesitated to look at the closed door, who is Master Yichen, would this be too rude?

"Sister Mei," Linglong heard movement outside in the house, and hurriedly opened the door and walked out, "This is?" ”

"I'm broken." The man on the side smiled and said, "But it's okay, Madame doesn't have to worry too much." ”

"Thank you." Linglong blessed her body, and hurriedly asked Mother Tong to hug Sister Mei in, "Does it hurt?" ”

She looked at Sister Mei nervously, and Sister Mei shook her head.

Sister Mei'er's feet were just wrong, and after being kneaded a few times by Master Yichen, it didn't hurt, and Linglong naturally thanked and thanked.

To the surprise of the man in white, the thing he gave to Yichen was actually placed on the table, and it looked like the two people in the room should have taken it out and appreciated it just now.

The man in white was very surprised, could it be that this lady is also like this?

Then he shook his head again, denying what he was thinking.

"Li Fu Gu thanked Zhao Gongzi for saving the little girl." After learning that the man in white was surnamed Zhao Yitao, Linglong thanked him.

Although Sister Mei is no longer in pain now, Linglong is still not at ease, and after saying goodbye to Master Yichen, she hurried back to Li's Mansion with her.

However, although Sister Mei was a little injured, she seemed to be a little better than before after going out.

"Is it a fake?!" After they left, Zhao Yitao learned from Master Yichen that what he had worked so hard to find was a fake, simulated, and was greatly surprised.

"Yes, although this wood is a fine rosewood, this process is deliberately old." So it's not genuine," but the craftsmanship of the people who make the boxes is really good. ”

Master Yichen's face also showed a look of regret, as Linglong said, if he has this skill, within five years, he will definitely become a master of the famous side.

"Unfortunately, I thought I had found something good for my grandmother." Zhao Yitao shook his head helplessly, fortunately he didn't send it out, otherwise he wouldn't be ashamed.

"The lady saw it." Yichen said with a smile, "She wants to ask the old man to negotiate a deal with you." ”

"Does she really understand?" Zhao Yitao shook his head and sighed twice, "I didn't expect her to have such eyesight as a woman." ”

And he asked, "Buying and selling?" She'll want to do anything with me. ”

His family is not a businessman.

"She said that if you can help her find someone to do the craft, she will give you a box that is more delicate and practical than that." As soon as Yichen's words fell, he saw the eyes of the man in white in front of him.

"But really?"

Maybe few people in Kunzhou Mansion know, but everyone in the capital knows that the ancestor in his family likes to collect all kinds of boxes, both big and small.

Zhao Yitao smiled, "It's a little interesting, this deal is closed." ”

"But I didn't expect that Master Yichen, who has always cared about mundane things, would actually act as a middleman for others?" Zhao Yitao smiled and shook his fan, "It seems that that lady is not simple." ”

It's not simple.

Yichen smiled and shook his head, "Yiqiē casual." Amitabha. ”

The old monk said something he didn't understand, and Zhao Yitao shook his head helplessly, "I'm going to do something, you remember to help me urge, don't miss my business." ”

And here, Linglong took Sister Mei and finally entered the gate of Kunzhou Mansion before dusk and returned to Li Mansion.

Doctor Lin was invited to look at Sister Mei'er's feet, and after arranging a qiē, Linglong dragged the tired figure back to Tinglan Garden.

Lying on the bed, I didn't feel sleepy at all, and I still thought about the words that Master Yichen said on the occasion of parting, "One year old and one withered, one flower and one world, the past and the past are all dust, you are you, you in this life." ”

She didn't know if Master Yichen could see her essence, Linglong stood in front of the bronze mirror, looking at the same cheeks as in her previous life, "Me in this life?" ”

Linglong shook her head, sat in front of the bronze mirror and looked at herself carefully, which one was the self in the previous life, which one was Linglong here.

She couldn't tell the difference.

Although I couldn't sleep at the beginning of the night, I was very stable after falling asleep.

After a few days of hot and dry weather, it finally rained heavily one morning, and the heavy rain continued for more than ten days, sweeping away the heat of the previous days in Kunzhou Mansion.

At noon, Linglong received a message from Master Yichen, the deal was afraid that it would not be done, although the other party had found the craftsman, but the other party was unwilling to come with him.

Linglong felt a little lost and disappointed in her heart, and originally thought about whether she could take this craftsman under her command.

She also took advantage of the rainy leisure time in the past few days to make the box she promised to make that day, and it took more than ten days to finally make her first work in this life.

Linglong looked at this delicate box, as if she was stroking her beloved baby. After all, this is her first work, and she is very satisfied with it.

Although the other party did not invite the craftsman back, Linglong still sent the things she made over according to the previous agreement.

In ancient times, there were still skilled hands, but they needed fate, maybe she didn't have a relationship with that craftsman.

After putting this matter aside, Linglong worries about another thing.

She has been here for half a year, but in the past six months, she has not received a letter from Li Zhuoran for several months, except for the letters that were privately withheld by the Duan family a few months ago.

The battle ahead also continued to be reported, and there were victories and losses.

Kunzhou Mansion, as a necessary place to go to the northwest and return to the capital, will still be more timely for the news of the war ahead.

But Linglong has never heard the slightest news about Li Zhuoran.

It was as if he had disappeared from this world.

And the people in the Li Mansion seem to have forgotten him, and even Li Zhuoran's biological father, Old Man Li, is just busy every day either visiting friends or teasing birds.

It seems that he has forgotten that he also has a son who is fighting bravely on the battlefield, and they can enjoy wealth here because of this son's hard work.

Every time Linglong thinks of this, she feels sad for Li Zhuoran, and she doesn't know what kind of scene he will be like when he is in this home?

Such days continued for a few more days, and by the beginning of September, the uneasiness in Linglong's heart was even stronger.

The fighting ahead is also becoming more and more intense.

There is also continuous good news that Li Zhuoran has made meritorious contributions.