On a summer morning, the scent of grass and the dampness of dew gently blows by, and the yellowed rice in the fields not far away swayes gently in the wind.

Lingyin's mood couldn't help but become lighter, and she tried to stir her nose, enjoying the rare comfort.

However, after a few snorts, her brow couldn't help but lock tightly.

There seems to be a strange, faint smell of rust in the grass fragrance.

"It's not good, bamboo, smell it quickly, does it smell blood?"

"Childe, it seems, it seems to smell blood." Bamboo's face was full of panic when he spoke.

Lingyin's snort shrugged again, and after confirming that there was indeed the smell of blood in the air, she quickly turned back to the carriage, hurriedly pulled out the silk handkerchief, and hurriedly covered Guiyi's nose.

"Stinky boy, what do you want to do, do you want to be a teacher?"

Gui Yi, who opened his eyes in anxiety, slapped Lingyin's hand away and glared at her angrily.

"Master, I'm not looking at you drooling, that's why..."

"Saliva, where is the saliva, and why do you want to cover your teacher's nose when you talk about drooling?"

Gui Yi wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand, and after a few quick snorts, his eyebrows and eyes instantly became vivid.

"What a taste, so familiar..."There was an unconcealable excitement and excitement in his voice.

As the carriage got closer to Panling Town, the smell of rust in the air grew stronger.

Lingyin said 'not good' in his heart, and hurriedly wanted to cover Guiyi's nose again.

"Bamboo, stop now, master..."

However, Gui Yi on his side had already rushed out of the car door, leaving an afterimage and rushing towards the village in front of him.

Lingyin frowned in annoyance, and had to rush out after him.

"Bamboo, I'll chase the master first, and you will come later."

"Sir, Childe..."

In the eighteen years she spent as Princess Lingyin of Changping, although she also practiced hard, most of the time was spent learning the way of governing the country and leveling the world with her grandfather, Emperor Changlong.

In the six years since she became Yun Lingyin, although her light skills have improved a lot, she is still not as good as Gui Yi when she was in a state of madness.

When she took off and fell, Lingyin picked up a small pebble on the side of the road and hit the crook of Guiyi's leg, but she didn't succeed.

"Come on, come on, it's fun, it's fun."

"Master, wait for me..."

"Chasing, chasing, can't catch up, can't catch up, the sample is mine, it's mine..."

"Okay, master, I won't rob you, you wait for me, I'll help you get a sample, okay?"

The scattered village was a mile ahead, and Lingyin had to slow down.

"Really? Did you really help me get a sample? Really don't grab it with me? ”

Gui Yi's footsteps also slowed down, furrowed his brows, and looked back at Lingyin with disbelief in his eyes.

"Call me Daddy, and I will believe you."

Lingyin twisted her eyebrows, "Dad-"

"Well, good son, you can't lie to me, otherwise I will definitely use family law to deal with you."

The disbelief in Gui Yi's eyes disappeared, and his face was 'serious', but the curved tails of his eyes and the upturned corners of his lips showed his pleasure in achieving his goal.

"Come here, let Daddy tie you up first."

Gui Yi groped through his pockets, and finally found a ruler-long thin hemp rope from his chest pocket.

Lingyin secretly scolded the bamboo who was not careful enough, silently put her hands together, and let Gui Yi tie her hands.

"Be good, obedient, follow my father to study the sample for a while, see if there is any difference in the organs of this sample, especially carefully analyze the blood sample."

Lingyin responded with a 'uh-huh', feeling extremely depressed, I haven't touched a sample for more than a year, why is the master still so obsessed with the 'sample'?