After Lingyin left, looking at the sleeping old man, Guiping took out the prescription again.

In addition to the medicinal materials on the prescription, which are also a little valuable, the other medicinal materials are also mediocre.

The corners of Guiping's mouth slanted, then put the prescription in his pocket and walked out of the door.

As he descended the steps of the main room, his ankle suddenly twitched, and he stumbled violently.

Steady in shape, he scowled his brow and glanced around, and after finding nothing, he walked towards the gate.

......

Bamboo, who inquired about the news, had already returned home, but he heard two pieces of news.

Guiping, who hadn't been home for a long time, suddenly returned home.

The other is a wave of people from Feng Lan.

Guiping has been explored, and there doesn't seem to be anything abnormal.

Feng Lan where? Thinking of the situation when Feng Lan helped the day before yesterday, Lingyin couldn't help but have doubts in her heart.

At this moment, Ping Si led two servants in.

Lingyin had to suppress her suspicions about Feng Lan for the time being, and took Ping Si and the two little guys to check for clues in the town.

However, from yesterday afternoon to now, there have been so many hours that the carriages at the various intersections leading from the town to the rest of the city are so numerous that it is impossible to find out.

......

"Childe, after Linggongzi went to your old house, he didn't ask where the little girl was, but gave you some medical treatment."

Qin Feng flashed into the study and saw Feng Lan flying with a pen.

"Oh? He went to see the old man? ”

Feng Lan's brushstrokes paused, looking at the majestic words on the paper in front of her, her brows furrowed, and she sighed softly.

"Childe, look at it, this is the prescription that Linggongzi prescribed to your old man."

Qin Feng presented the prescription to Feng Lan, trying to suppress the incomprehension in his heart.

Why is Ling Gongzi's handwriting so similar to the handwriting that his own son often practices in his spare time?

Feng Lan turned her head to look at the prescription that Qin Feng had unfolded, and when she saw the handwriting on it, her eyes suddenly widened.

He quickly put down his pen and carefully took the prescription.

Inexplicably, there was a mist in his eyes.

How can it be? This is obviously what she wrote.

Obviously, she has guided countless times, but she will never be able to lose that bit of Juanxiu's handwriting.

'Feng Lan, you say, my word is okay to use to review the folds. ’

'Yinyin, you will be the king of a country, and even your handwriting must have enough momentum, so that those people will not underestimate you and will obey you. '

"Okay, Feng Lan, I listen to you, and I must clear the Juanxiu in this word." ’

He took her hand and taught her how to pay attention when she put down the pen and lifted it.

He was fourteen years old and she was only ten.

He coaxed her, hoping that she would call him Brother Lan as sweetly as he called that annoying guy Brother Xi.

But until the moment he left, he couldn't do it.

"Go find the same piece of paper."

Feng Lan put the prescription on the table and waved her hand at Qin Feng.

After Qin Feng answered and left, his right hand quickly touched his chest.

"Yinyin, did you send this strange teenager, or did those people have ulterior motives?"

What should he do? At this time, he should flee from here quickly, but he didn't want to lose the opportunity to look into those familiar eyes in the future.

Qin Feng quickly prepared the paper.

Feng Lan, who was trying to calm down, quickly copied the prescription with a pen, "Send this back." ”

Qin Lan glanced at Feng Lan's newly written prescription, which would not make a difference if he didn't think about it carefully, and retreated after answering.