"Childe, it's time to take medicine."

Ping Si held the medicine bowl in his hand, stopped at the door of Feng Lan's bedroom, and gently knocked on the tightly closed door.

After breakfast, Feng Lan closed the door and locked herself in the house, and ordered no one to disturb.

When it was time to take medicine, Ping Si dared to come and explore one or two.

Feng Lan, who was sitting at the desk by the window, withdrew her gaze from looking at an open picture scroll on the table, pulled the corners of her mouth bitterly and rolled it up and put it into the drawer of the desk, and locked the drawer.

"Come in!"

As he spoke, he got up and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Drinking the decoction at the right temperature in one go, the bitterness of satisfaction made Feng Lan's brows wrinkle unconsciously.

Inexplicably, his eyes flashed with the expression of enjoyment on Gui Yi's face as he ate the jelly beans given by Lingyin.

"Childe, Liu Feng came back just now, and Mrs. Zhou and his grandson went to your house to make trouble for a long time, as if they wanted to force them to pay a hundred taels of silver or use something valuable."

"What's your little boy's reaction?"

Lingyin's familiar eyes flashed in front of him, and the corners of Feng Lan's mouth curved slightly invisibly.

"The exchange of two hundred big coins for Mrs. Zhou was delayed for five days."

Occasionally, I found the shallow smile on the corner of my son-in-law's mouth, and Pingsi's mood became inexplicably lighter, and the more difficult the life of your family, the easier it was for them to reach out.

I only hope that Gui Yi is the mysterious ghost doctor in the legend, so that they will be busy in vain.

"Childe, looking at the clothes of your little boy, Gui Yi and their servant, they shouldn't be able to take out a hundred taels of silver for a while!"

The curvature of the corners of Feng Lan's mouth became a little larger, "Uncle Ping, your little boy is a noble surname!" ”

"Your last name?" Heisi's expression was stunned for a moment, and then his face was covered with chagrin and surprise at the same time.

"Childe, if it is true, then you don't need our help at all to solve the trouble of Mrs. Zhou."

If you can't help, how can you get closer to your little boy?

"Let Liu Feng keep an eye on it, don't do it lightly until you have to."

Feng Lan put his hand into the pocket on his chest, and the coldness of the tentacle small porcelain bottle made his chest, which had begun to slowly warm up again, get a moment of comfort.

"Yes, my subordinates understand."

Seeing that Feng Lan picked up an account book, Ping Si picked up the medicine bowl and turned around to withdraw in response.

"Is there any news from Mingzhou?" Feng Lan looked through the account books and asked with her head down when Ping Si was about to walk out the door.

"Yun Yifei went around to find out the whereabouts of the ghost doctor, but he, like our people, found nothing."

Nothing? That's good news!

"Let Ou Feng and Qin Feng put aside the things over there, rush over as soon as possible, and we will go into the mountain again in the past two days."

"Childe, do you want to think about it again?"

Heisi turned back again, "What if your poison strikes again?" ”

"Are you afraid that I will encounter the red poison fox and say directly, as for my poison, it's a big deal that I will take ten pills of Yan Ling Dan at one time before leaving."

"Childe, you, you don't have to take this risk again."

Thinking of the situation that day, Heisi still has palpitations.

Thinking about it carefully, the figure of the young man on that day seems to be somewhat similar to that of the noble boy.

Heisi thought about it carefully, and then shook his head dejectedly.

I was too nervous about my son-in-law's illness that day, so I didn't take a closer look at which son-in-law looked like, and I only vaguely remembered that my skin was very dark.

Feng Lan raised her head and smiled bitterly at Ping Si, "Uncle Ping, for so many years, Wu Feng and the others unfortunately died in order to find Yan Lingcao for me, I sometimes even think that I might as well hand over my life directly to the Red Poison Fox, lest more people sacrifice for me." ”

"Childe, but—"

Thinking of his son-in-law's insistence last time, Ping Si had to stop his persuasive words.