Fu Ruo picked up the herbs in the bamboo basket without raising his head, and said, "In the past, my father and mother invited me many strange people to learn from them. ”

Song Fu was loved by thousands of people, he could have whatever he wanted, and he could learn whatever he wanted, so Song Kwun Tong spent a lot of money on connections and money to invite various teachers to teach.

Song Zhiyang spit out the skin of melon seeds: "I thought you were just playing." ”

It's true that the original owner was just playing, but this was an excuse that Furuo used to rationalize that he had first-hand medical skills.

Fu Ruo smiled: "Fourth brother, do you know what a genius is?" ”

Song Zhiyang looked at Furuo and waited for her to answer.

Fu Ruo raised his lips and smiled: "The person in front of you is a genius." ”

Song Zhiyang: "......"

He said dotingly: "Okay, okay, our little sister of the Song family is a genius, but her eyes are not very good!" ”

The smile on Furuo's lips faded.

Song Zhiyang hurriedly changed the topic: "What do you want, I bought it with the five of them and sent it to you, why did you go to the mountains to take risks!" ”

Fu Ruo said lightly: "Thank you brothers, little sister is very grateful." ”

Song Zhiyang heard the perfunctory words in Furuo's words, but he didn't care, what he was most afraid of was that the little sister would ignore him anymore, but fortunately there was none.

"The clothes that my mother made for you with her own hands, you remember to wear them." Song Zhiyang counted out the things in the baggage one by one, "Do you still need anything, tell the fourth brother, and the fourth brother will buy it for you quickly." ”

Fu Ruo picked up the clothes, the original body likes goose yellow, the material of this dress is goose yellow, and the fingers stroked the stitch and thread, all of which were embroidered by Mrs. Song herself.

Song Zhiyang chatted with melon seeds: "I heard my father say that the border pass has not been peaceful recently, and many people have died. ”

Song Zhiyang stared at Fu Ruo's face, and saw that her face was as usual, so he continued: "Little sister, my brother just asked, don't be angry, Ruruo...... So who has an accident, what do you do? ”

Furuo put down his clothes and wrapped the sorted herbs in paper: "He won't die." ”

"What if he's really dead?"

Fu Ruo was silent, took the paper bag to Song Zhiyang, and said: "This is the same as before, it is washed and taken directly, this black boiled water can be boiled three times, and it is divided into three times in the morning, noon and evening." ”

Song Zhiyang still didn't give up: "My mother knows that you care about her so much, she doesn't know how happy she is, don't you want to go back to see her?" ”

Fu Ruo said expressionlessly: "Unless you ......"

"You won't leave unless we tie you back." Song Zhiyang was helpless, "I will carry it." ”

"If the fourth brother is fine, go back early." Furuo is away.

Song Zhiyang's face was injured, he picked up the medicine bag and got up and walked out: "The little sister is really ruthless, the fourth brother is really sad......"

Song Zhiyang came over the wall, and he also walked over the wall.

Fu Ruo stopped at the door for a moment, ready to turn back, but was suddenly stopped: "Miss Song! ”

Furuo turned around and looked at some familiar girls not far away: "Are you ......?" ”

The girl was wearing pink clothes, her facial features were delicate and her skin was fair, she looked at Fu Ruo and said with a smile: "Miss Song, I'm Xuelan, don't you remember me?" ”

Shenanda ...... Yu Xuelan.

Shen Wanqing's childhood sweetheart.

"Is there anything wrong with you?" Fu Ruo was neither cold nor close, seeing that Yu Xuelan was slow to speak, Fu Ruo was a little impatient: "I'll go back if it's okay." ”

Yu Xuelan bit her lip, her eyes flashed: "I saw ......"

"Oh." Furuo asked, "Are you okay?" ”

Yu Xuelan's eyes were red, and she stared at Furuo: "You are Brother Qing's wife, if you are sorry for Brother Qing, I will never let you go!" ”

Yu Xuelan ran away after speaking.

Fu Ruo didn't have the extra heart to study Yu Xuelan's girlish feelings, and Song Zhiyang came to bring her a very useful piece of information this time: the border pass has started to fight.

Fu Ruo calculated the time, and there was not much time left until Shen Wanqing's 'death'.

The border was chaotic, and when the crown prince was assassinated, the timelines of these two events coincided.

The prince was assassinated and poisoned, he survived for more than ten years, and when Shen Wanqing returned, he swallowed his breath, and Shen Wanqing took over the position of prince.

Jiang Yu couldn't help but sigh, she deserved to be a person who had been touched with the luck of heaven.

The prince is in danger in Yunyue Mountain, which is very close to here.

This is the second way for Furuo to leave.

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Early in the morning, it was drizzling.

Furuo took the familiar two-piece set - a bamboo basket and a hoe, and walked towards the back mountain.

After turning over the mountain, it is Yunyue Mountain.

These days, she has almost figured out the topography of the back mountain and Yunyue Mountain.

"Lady of the Shen family, did you climb the mountain again so early?" Passers-by asked with a smile.

"Call me Furuo."

"It's so good, Furuo! Furuo! Going hiking so early? ”

"Yes, I went up the mountain, the air on the mountain is good!"

"But now it's raining, and the mountains are slippery......"

The blessing of the Tuohu clan, Furuo's reputation in Zhixiang Village is insignificant, except for some people who watch Furuo drill back into the mountains every day, most people hate her.

Furuo took a hoe as a crutch, the rainy day was slippery, the mountain road was not easy to walk, but fortunately, Tiandao couldn't take away all her strength, otherwise she would never be able to climb this mountain.

"This prince won't be unlucky to have an accident in the next few days, then his luck is not ordinarily bad." Fu Ruo remembered something, and suddenly asked: "Cold Spirit, Shen Wanqing has been favored by Heavenly Dao luck, will other people be affected?" ”

The cold doesn't squeak anymore.

Fu Ruo threatened: "Hey, my system ignores me, it seems that it's time to give feedback to Lord Tiandao......"

999 was instantly angry: [Damn vixen, don't call me a cold spirit! 】

[Anyone with a brain knows that this will definitely be affected, luck is balanced, and in the case of imbalance, everyone's luck will be affected! 】

Furuo was connotated, she was a brainless person.

But she doesn't get angry.

The excessive luck of the son of luck leads to an imbalance, which in turn affects the luck of others, such as the original one, such as Furuo's second path - the prince.

If the luck of the world is normal, the prince may not die, and the final winner may not be Shen Wanqing.

Furuo helped the hat on his head, picked herbs, wild fruits, and rabbits along the way.

She saw that the weather was still early, and she was about to try her luck in Yunyue Mountain next door, when she heard a weak cry: "Help...... Help me...... Save...... I ......"

Fu Ruo paused, followed the sound to find it, and saw a 'bloody man' in this trap.

Fu Ruo was about to pretend to be afraid, but her five senses sensed that the man in the trap was getting more air and less breathing, so she stopped acting and hurriedly dug the man out of the trap.

The man was covered with a net, which was used by hunters to hunt, and he described it as extremely embarrassed, with a lot of dried blood on his face, but even so, Furuka could see his handsome eyebrows.

"Can you still talk?"