Qin Feng knocked on the door and walked into the study.

"Childe, your little boy is gone."

He settled Chu Rong, Chu Shun and Chunsheng, and as soon as he walked out of the room, he saw Lingyin standing by the wall.

"Oh!"

Feng Lan sat at her desk, and in front of her was the portrait of Lingyin he had drawn.

"Childe, it's time for you to take the medicine."

"Hmm!" Feng Lan's eyes looked fixedly at the eyes of Lingyin in the portrait.

Qin Feng took a bottle of gold sore medicine from a shelf in the study.

Feng Lan's clothes had been stained with blood, and the wound on her arm seemed to be not small.

Qin Feng silently withdrew, brought a basin of water, and then stepped forward to help Feng Lan unbutton her clothes.

"Childe, what can you see?"

Feng Lan waved her hand at him, and then unbuttoned her clothes by herself.

"Qin Feng, you said, if you come to inquire about the news or assassinate me, will you repeatedly sacrifice your life to save me?"

"Childe, my subordinates don't think so."

"Childe, that's not necessarily, the person who inquires about the news wants the news, not your life."

Heisi cautiously walked in and said weakly.

Feng Lan had already taken off her clothes, revealing a slightly reddened complexion.

Qin Feng stepped forward to treat his wounds.

Feng Lan's gaze looked at Ping Si coldly, "Uncle Ping, then tell me, who will send this person to inquire about the news, and what is the purpose of his inquiry?" ”

"Childe, I, I just think that your little boy has a lot of suspicions, and he saves you again and again, maybe just to gain your trust."

Whether it was when he was in Lingshan twice, or tonight, Lingyin's heart to save Feng Lan was indeed true.

He didn't want to doubt Lingyin, but with his own son-in-law holding the waist of your little son tonight, he had to work hard not to make his son-in-law trust Lingyin too much.

"Childe, it's okay for you to be a little injured tonight, but why did you take off your armor and deliberately let your heat poison attack?"

After Qin Feng finished cleaning the wound, he sprinkled the gold sore medicine on the wound, which was about an inch long and not shallow in depth.

His brow furrowed, and he secretly cursed in his heart for the man who didn't know how to measure.

During the day, Lingyin's words, 'I just want to know if your armor has something to do with poisonous hair' lingered in Feng Lan's ears.

Taboo! There are many kinds of things that make him taboo, but the severity of the inducing his hot poison attack is different.

Maybe if he told the boy about his taboo, he would be able to cure the hot poison that wanted to kill him from time to time!

So, on the impromptu side, he quietly unarmed himself, hoping that the 'sneak attack' would be over and that he would no longer suspect the young man, and then take the opportunity to tell him about the taboo of the hot poison in his body.

I don't know if it's because after his two diagnoses and treatments in a short period of time, the symptoms of his poison attack this time are much lighter.

If it was more serious, the boy who cared so much about himself would not have run away because he was shy!

Feng Lan's eyes were a little cold and glanced at Ping Si, who had a sad face, "Uncle Ping-"

Heisi's gaze dodged, "Childe, I'll go and prepare clothes for you." ”

Heisi bent over and exited the study.

Feng Lan's gaze looked at Qin Feng, who was treating his wounds with his head down, with a disapproving expression.

"If I don't give it a try, how will I know if your little boy's diagnosis and treatment are effective!"

Qin Feng's hand paused, and he raised his eyes to meet Feng Lan's gaze.

"Childe, my subordinates are honest, although your little boy is worthy of our suspicion, but his heart to save you is not fake, and his medical skills are extraordinary."

Feng Lan's cold expression relaxed, and the corners of her mouth curled slightly.

"So it's worth it to suffer this little bit of damage after a little bit of poison."