Half a month later.

"Master, Gongzi Chen is gone, so I'll leave this."

Before dawn, Mangzhong Dong ran to knock on Yan Qing's door, shouting and disturbing people's dreams.

Yan Qing always woke up early, and after simply combing and bunching his hair, he hooked the corners of his mouth with satisfaction at the indistinguishable little boy in the bronze mirror, and paced unhurriedly to open the door.

"Okay, don't make a noise, come in and say something."

The door opened suddenly, and Mangzhong's hand slapped the door and almost hit his little master, but fortunately the little master was short, otherwise he would have been punished by his father and mother again.

"Master."

Mang Chong startled himself, hurriedly withdrew his right hand, and followed him into the house.

It's strange to say, every time he arrives in front of his master, he has a feeling that he doesn't dare to breathe. But it is clear that the master is younger than him, not as tall and strong as him, and he never loses his temper, but he is just scared.

Could this be the noble demeanor that my father said? The master can really be reincarnated.

Now that their family has followed the master, they will be able to soar and become a master in the future, right?

With a beautiful vision, Mang Chong remembered the points mentioned by his father and mother in the past few days, and tried to make a calm and clever appearance, and respectfully presented a purse that fell in Chen Gongzi's room with both hands.

"Master, Gongzi Chen is gone, the house is neat, it doesn't look like a thief, so he left this purse, and the rest of the luggage is gone."

"The little one looked carefully, and even the toothbrush and foot towel that I had used last night were gone. Someone must have deliberately cleaned it up, otherwise who would take these gadgets. You see? ”

Yan Qing glanced at him approvingly.

"It's a good job, it's very careful."

Mangzhong immediately grinned and scratched his head stupidly:

"Thank you for the compliment! I'm going to pour water. ”

Half of the size rolled his eyes, put the purse on the table, and went over to bring the used face wash in the copper basin.

He is clever in this work, so as not to prevent the master from looking at the contents of the purse, in case it is inconvenient for him to look at it, right? You can also listen to the master's orders nearby, and follow the message!

He's such a clever little ghost.

Yan Qing didn't care about the little girl's caution, picked up the eye-raw indigo silk purse, and started it heavy, and it was attached with a faint medicinal fragrance.

The smell of this medicine is a little special, and it is different from the prescription she prescribed to Xia Chenyuan. With her knowledge of the medicine king valley for more than half a year in her previous life, she could only faintly feel that something unusual.

And it is this unusualness that makes it even more intriguing.

Yan Qing, as the only medicine man who has walked out of the Valley of the Medicine King in a hundred years, even if he has not been able to become a doctor for a long time and become a national hand, he thinks that he still has some insights on the way to identify medicinal materials.

Saying this is also suspected of putting gold on his own face. In fact, she was smoked by the smell of medicine and empowered, so as soon as she smelled the smell of medicinal herbs, she was so sensitive that she wanted to vomit.

But this sachet gave her a different feeling, as if the source of the medicinal taste was not ordinary medicinal materials, and it was not even like the rare and strange prescriptions that Medicine King Gu wantonly tested with her.

Yan Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, and remembered the old medicine maniac's sentence in his mind, everything in the world can be used in medicine, but he prefers to fiddle with herbs.

In addition, there are also Gu worms and so on, because they are too difficult to raise, they are rejected by him, and they only casually mention it to compare with his medicinal effects when he observes her ugly state of being tossed and dying.

The past was unbearable, Yan Qing's eyebrows were lowered, and he looked at the knot at the mouth of the purse.

It was a trick she had learned from a fisherman who had gone to sea in her previous life, and he was a quick learner.

Yan Qing was basically able to confirm that this purse was left by Xia Chenyuan on his own initiative.

As for how he was able not to alarm the people of the inn and disappear without a trace overnight, presumably there would be clues left in the purse.

Yan Qing looked at the smooth purse skin again, and found no mark, so he went straight to it, opened the knot, and then raised his eyebrows unexpectedly.

It wasn't the gold and silver she thought it was, but a small bag of colorful gemstones, and they were in excellent condition.

Yan Qing picked up a bright red ruby, looked at it, and threw it back into his purse, making a soft click.

Looking at the color and size of this gem, it is no worse than the inlay on his dagger, and it is even more rare to gather this full half purse, and he can be regarded as having a heart.

Yan Qing shook the mouth of the purse, and the sound of the gem knocking was very charming.

She curled the corners of her lips slightly, and shook the bottom of her purse without care, and poured the gem on the table with a thud.

Mang Chong subconsciously looked at it, gasped in shock, slapped his mouth to the ground, and his eyes seemed to be glued to the priceless pile, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Yan Qing ignored him, took out the lining of the empty purse and checked it, and sure enough, in the corner, he saw the four small characters of Ping An Don't read in the corner embroidered with black thread.

The embroidery is lame, and even the handwriting that is quite tired is clumsy and ugly, and it is difficult to recognize whose handwriting.

Yan Qing smiled silently, took out the scissors to pick up the thread, and dismantled it cleanly.

She took the short black thread to her eyes, looked at it carefully for a long time, and then twisted it into a ball as if it was playful, and lit it on fire.

"What a smell, it's so fragrant."

Mangzhong, who was dazzled by the gem, came back to his senses, sucked the hara that came to his mouth, and blurted out.

Yan Qing saw the black thread burned into ashes, swept it into the residual tea in the teacup, shook it twice, and suddenly handed it to Mangzhong:

"Drank it."

Mangzhong took it obediently, first leaned close to the tip of his nose and smelled it, and then said that it was fragrant, and swallowed half a cup of herbal tea with his hand.

"How?"

Yan Qing asked curiously.

Mangzhong smacked his lips, and he still didn't finish:

"Fragrant, the little one has never drunk such fragrant tea, thank you for the reward!"

Yan Qing carefully inspected his complexion and pupil lines, didn't see anything wrong, no longer entangled, and casually picked up a ruby the size of a little finger and threw it to him.

"Gongzi Chen rewards your family, take it well."

Mangzhong hurriedly came to pick it up, almost threw the cup in his hand, and couldn't help but say:

"The little one is rewarded by the master, and the son of Xie Chen is rewarded!"

Yan Qingguaner:

"Take it and tell your mother to keep it. Tell Uncle Zhang that he will leave immediately after using the morning food. ”

"Hey!"

The little guy clutched the baby, shook his head and waged his tail and ran away.

Yan Qing slowly put the gem into his purse, as if inadvertently sweeping the teacup that he had used to the ground and shattering into slag with a clatter.

Her eyebrows moved slightly, as if she was afraid of stepping on the splinters and hurting her feet, so she jumped out of the chair and avoided the bed, stumbling through her luggage and hiding her purse.

After a while, Uncle Zhang's family came over to thank him.

After a few people simply finished eating, they quickly packed their luggage and went on the road.

Two figures appeared at the corner of the second floor of the inn, and through the window, they silently watched the big carriage go around.

"Does she know something?"

The dark-faced and broad-mouthed man in the dark clothes spoke in a strange accent and whispered to the young man beside him.

Xia Chenyuan had already taken off the black cloth in front of him and tried his best to squint his crimson eyes to look.

"She's so smart that she can guess something."

The man in Xuanyi didn't say more, patiently waited for the carriage to go away and disappeared, and then urged:

"Let's go."

Xia Chenyuan clenched the purse around his waist, where there was a lock of her hair that he had stolen off.

"When she gets out of here, I'll make a plan."

He wrapped the black cloth around his eyes, as if to envelop all his cowardice, and there was no flaw to be found.

The man in Xuanyi chuckled and said:

"Don't worry, leave it to me, and it won't affect your little life-saving benefactor.