The collar was lifted, the ink needle was still talking about the name of the medicine, and the medicine residue was still twisted in his hand. The boy is so fascinated, has hobbies, and more importantly, he knows that the Chai River, especially his house, is safe.

The young man suddenly looked happy and said loudly: "Ah! I've got it! It should be the same medicine as the flavor changer, so I can't find out! ”

Zheng Zhi straightened the face of the ink needle, and when the ink needle saw that it was him, he was so frightened that he hiccuped.

"Who changed the medicine? What kind of medicine did you change? How long has it been since the change, and how do you know? ”

These three questions have been out, and Mo Needle didn't dare to burp, and immediately explained: "I'm afraid that something will go wrong, so I check the residue every day, and I didn't find a problem." Today, I prescribed an identical prescription to my sister-in-law Liu, and my sister-in-law thought that I had the habit of collecting medicine residues, so she specially sent the medicine residues back. I didn't want it at first, but her boy thought I didn't want to take advantage of it, so she threw it in when I opened the door and ran—"

Zheng Zhiqiang endured this for a long time, and couldn't help but say: "Talk about the point!"

Mo Needle said quickly: "To the point right away!" I carried the dregs to chase Xiao Liu. We don't always have a name for us in what we do. So, the first thing to get started with is usually the ability to practice measuring. Therefore, the moment I picked it up, I felt the weight, which was different from what I usually brought back from the third master, so I suspected that the medicine had been tampered with, but I couldn't test it. Therefore, the medicine for the night was boiled by me personally, and no one's hands had passed! ”

Zheng Zhi's face was solemn, not because the ink needle was not strong. But after hearing him say this, I still don't know what Gu Yao's medicine was replaced, who changed it, and when it started. At present, all I can do is to decoct the medicine myself like the ink needle did in the afternoon and evening.

Mo Needle knelt down and apologized: "Third master, I am not good at learning, you can punish me." ”

"Punishing you won't help." After telling the truth, Zheng Zhi said again, "You are not yet twenty years old, even if you are talented, you can work hard enough, but if you have less experience, you can make you suffer a lot." Let's be more careful about what we do in the future. ”

"Yes, Third Master."

Zheng Zhi thought for a while and said, "Pack up your things and go to live in my yard for a while." ”

Mo Zhen thought about the small courtyard, and muttered while cleaning up his things: "The girl lives in the west chamber, and the east chamber belongs to the two masters, I, my pile of things ......."

Zheng Zhifang had already thought about it, and said directly at this time: "Move the two boys to my mother, and you will live in the East Wing for a few days." This year's spring is relatively warm, and the ground will be broken in half a month. After thawing, I will build you two rooms in the backyard. ”

The ink needle stopped talking, picked up the important things, and followed Zheng Zhi away. The two were at the door of Zheng's house and bumped into Zhou's mother who was carrying a burden. Zheng Zhi saw that everyone had a ghost in his heart at this time, and he saw Zhou's mother who was supposed to be in the east courtyard at the door of the house, and immediately asked in a cold voice: "Mother Zhou, why did you come back?" ”

Mother Zhou said in a proper manner: "Meng Baihu wants to take the two young masters' house, the old lady agrees, and the slave maid comes to get the things that the two young masters want to use." ”

As he spoke, another man walked out of the courtyard. This time, it's not a mother, but the maid next to Qiqi, the name, what's the name? Zheng Zhi doesn't remember the names of people. It was Zhou's mother who opened her mouth first, and she said curiously: "Qiu Ling, why are you back?" ”

Qiu Ling is the name given by Meng Xuan according to his little girl, as his name suggests, she is a delicate and smart little girl, only a little worse than Qiqi.

"Third Master." Give Zheng Zhi a salute first, Qiu Ling said, "If you don't take the pillow that the girl usually uses, she won't sleep well at night." ”

After speaking, Qiu Ling raised the pillow in his hand and handed it to everyone.

The sight outside is not good, even with Zheng Zhimo's eyesight, he can only look at the outline and can't distinguish specific things. At night, the ink needle stared at the torment by himself, and at this time two people "just" took things and left. It could be a coincidence, but it could also be a conspiracy. With the view that he would rather kill by mistake, Zheng Zhi said: "Don't be in a hurry to go, let's go first." ”

After speaking, Zheng Zhi took the lead and went to the East Chamber. When Zhou's mother saw him enter the east chamber, she rushed into the house first, and after putting down the package, she skillfully lit the oil lamp. Under the light, what Qiu Ling held in his hand was indeed a pillow.

The ink needle sniffed, put the things in his hand in the corner of the kang, and checked Zhou's mother's burden first.

Mother Zhou saw him open the baggage, and immediately stopped: "Little Brother Mo, this is the stuff of the two young masters, you can't move it." ”

Zheng Zhi looked at Zhou's mother with murder, and a cold snort came out from the depths of his soul, and said, "I let him move, why, can't move?" ”

Zhou's mother was immediately silent and retreated.

The ink needle opened the baggage, and after turning it over twice, he took out a dark blue sachet, opened it, sniffed it carefully, and bowed his head at Zheng Zhi.

"Get on your knees!"

Zheng Zhi shouted loudly, and Zhou's mother knelt down in response, but she still didn't know what was wrong with her. The ink needle carried the sachet, walked up to her, and opened it. Inside was a packet of medicinal herbs with a very faint medicinal taste, and the ink needles had already been distinguished. and the flavor of Yuriko in his prescription, all of which are faint bitter leaf fragrance. It's just that after the herbs are cooked, there is nothing, but the lining and the pit are still there.

After Zhou's mother said "huh", she didn't seem to know what was inside, but when she asked, she was: "Where did this sachet come from?" ”

denied it, it was not medicinal herbs, but even brought the sachet.

Zheng Zhi snorted coldly: "It's fast to deny it!" You don't know, who does? ”

From Zheng Zhi's cold tone, Zhou's mother realized that something was a big deal, and immediately knelt down and said, "The slave dares to swear to the sky that she has never seen this sachet before." If there is half a lie, the sky will not stop thundering, and the children in the family will not be able to live in peace! ”

Zhou's mother was a nurse for her son, and she traveled thousands of miles from Shuntianfu to Tieling. She can swear by her son, and the weight of this additional oath will immediately make Zheng Zhixin three points for her. Cha Mo said at this time: "Third master, the pillow in Miss Qiuling's hand should also be checked." ”

Qiu Ling generously handed over the pillow, and said curiously: "Is the third master looking for a sachet?" The girl's pillow, I check it every day, and I definitely don't have it. ”

Zheng Zhi listened and asked, "Why do you check every day?" ”

Qiu Ling immediately changed her words: "It's not a check, it's that girls always like to sleep on soft pillows." I rummaged through the contents, and the pillow was fluffy and fluffy, and the girl lay on it like a new pillow. ”

A good maid who works tirelessly and thinks only about the girl is on the paper.

Qiu Ling's voice was very beautiful, and her tone was brisk, but the ink needle was not affected at all, completely unaware that there was a beautiful and lovely girl's house in the house. For a moment, he seemed to smell the same bitter taste. But very quickly, it was gone again. So, he frowned and said to Qiu Ling: "The smell on your body is too strong, stay away from me." ”

Qiu Ling was obviously stunned, and then retreated a few steps back, retreated behind Zhou's mother, and retreated to the door.

Unexpectedly, the ink needle spoke again: "Don't stand at the door, stand at the tuyere." ”

Seeing that Qiu Ling was standing in the wrong position twice, Zheng Zhi narrowed his eyes and looked at the girl.

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