Feng Zi came back to her senses, followed the sound and looked up, and saw that the man was covered in robes, his eyes were numb, and his face was numb, like a walking log.

And it was only for a moment, the wood was already standing directly in front of Feng Zi, without raising his eyes to look at her, only his thin lips were opened, and his voice was numb, "Girl, come with the slave." ”

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Feng Zi stared at him with deep eyes, did not move, and asked, "You are the medicine slave?" ”

The man did not answer, but continued on his way.

Feng Zi's brows furrowed even more, and she stood still, but the person was still walking forward without stopping.

Seeing that the man was about to disappear at the end of the road, Feng Zi's expression changed again, and his heart sank a little, then he gritted his teeth and immediately chased after the man.

Murong You's yard was not big, and after bypassing the end of the road, he had already arrived at the backyard.

It's just that, unlike the backyard of ordinary mansion courtyards, there are a lot of brightly colored flowers planted everywhere here, and in the air, all kinds of floral fragrances spread, smelling tired and stuffy, and I feel slightly dizzy for a while.

These flowers must be poisonous flowers.

Feng Zi looked around, and knew in her heart, but she would be cautious in this Murong You's courtyard in the future, if not, she would be covered with injuries, but she touched something that should not be touched, and when the time came, the wound would fester, and she would be dead.

At this point, Feng Zi's gaze had not yet been withdrawn, and the wooden man not far in front of him had already reached out and pushed open a door.

Feng Zi subconsciously followed the sound, and saw that the medicine slave didn't even glance at her, and stepped into the door of the house by himself.

Feng Zi's pupils shrank, and he stepped forward quickly, and when he entered the door of the house, he saw that all kinds of dried flowers and plants were piled up everywhere in the house, and the smell of medicine was scattered, and in the corner of the room, there were several stoves, and there were several large cauldrons on the stove, and boiling water with a strong medicinal smell was boiling.

The wooden man walked to the stove and began to stir in the pot with a shovel, and Feng Zi approached to realize that there were herbs boiling in the pot.

"What kind of medicine is this?" Feng Zi stared for a moment and asked in a low voice.

The man didn't reply, as if he hadn't heard it.

Feng Zi raised her eyes and looked at him, staring at him for a while, her voice became deeper and lower, "Murong Gongzi asked you to teach me pharmacology, how are you going to teach it?" When will you start teaching? ”

As soon as these words fell, he still did not speak.

Feng Zi was suddenly helpless and slightly angry.

In this Murong You's courtyard, not only Murong You's oil and salt do not enter, but it is so strange that it is difficult to deal with, even the medicine slaves in this courtyard are so weird.

Or, Murong You didn't let her teach her pharmacology at all, but only let this medicine slave look at her and don't let her go over to annoy Murong You, yes, she was brought here, but Murong You placed and teased her at will?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt resistance and complexity.

In just a moment, she withdrew her gaze from the medicine slave and turned towards the door of the house not far away.

For a while, the wooden man behind him finally reacted, and when Feng Zichao took more than ten steps forward, his low and insensible voice raised, "Gongzi has ordered, you must learn pharmacology here in the next few days, nourish poison and make poison." ”

Feng Zi's expression moved slightly, he stopped slightly, turned his eyes to look at him, and said coldly: "Murong Gongzi told you to teach me?" ”

He looked at her numbly, didn't speak, just nodded.

"Since Murong Gongzi asked you to teach me, how do you want to teach?" Feng Zi continued to ask in a low voice.

He still didn't speak, just put his finger on the shovel, turned around and squatted down in front of the pile of herbs not far away, and then stretched out his hand slightly, and pulled through the pile of herbs with a little effort.