"It's not a big deal, it's just that I'm suffering from a little cold, so I'm going to drink the medicine!"

Yingbao held a bowl of freshly fried soup in her hand, and persuaded Ling Xian'er with a cold question. Ling Xian'er was sick for half a month, lying on the bed, her face was sallow, she didn't have any strength to speak, and she seemed to be very sick. However, she looked at the decoction that Yingbao was carrying, as if she had seen a bowl of poison, and she had a bitter face and refused to drink it.

"Your medicine is so bitter, do you have sugar?"

"Yes, yes!" Mo Cong hurriedly picked up the sugar jar and opened it to see that it was empty.

"The sugar is gone!" Ying Bao leaned at Mo Cong and yawned. In the past half a month, in order to serve Ling Xian'er, even Yingbao felt exhausted and couldn't keep her spirits up. Seeing Mo Cong and Yingbao busy around the patient, the master was drinking tea on the side, and his face was helpless.

"Then I won't drink it. ”

Ling Xian'er looked at Mo Cong with that weak gaze, and when the two looked at each other, their faces flushed slightly unconsciously, and then quickly dodged, for fear that others would see through the little secret hidden in their hearts.

"Then I'll feed you to drink, you drink slowly, it's not bitter at all!" Mo Cong said stiffly.

"Don't people want to drink, or you can add a few more quilts to me, the bed is too hard and uncomfortable at all, and I sleep so much that my whole body hurts." Ling Xian'er said weakly.

"This girl is really hard to serve!" Yingbao sighed secretly and explained on the side: "Little ancestor, you have to occupy all the bedding at home, you see that our family is so poor, where can I find you a quilt." In order to take care of you for more than half a month, the gold coins given by Mrs. Lan are almost spent, Mo Cong is going to compete soon, and he has to prepare healing medicine for him with the remaining money!"

According to the rules, each sect that goes to the Martial God Temple to compete must prepare its own healing medicine, although the teenager in the physical cultivation stage has not yet reached the time to use the blade, but it is not easy to punch and kick the body, after all, it is a real fight, and no one can show mercy for the sake of honor. Hundreds of sects, thousands of disciples, of course, the Martial God Temple has no obligation to prepare healing medicine for so many people, of course, even if it is prepared, the quality of free things is not necessarily reliable.

"I see, I'm tired and want to sleep for a while, you all go out!"

Ling Xian'er is not reserved at all, and she wants to say everything she wants. Seeing that she was indeed very sick, no one in the room cared about her. In order to allow her to recover as soon as possible, even the "old man in the yellow robe" gave her a place.

"Then if you don't take medicine, when will you be fine!" Sparkle shook her head and sighed.

"The medicine is too bitter, I don't want to take it!" Ling Xian'er closed her eyes, looking at the confused appearance, it seemed that she was about to fall asleep.

"Alright then, let's go out and get some air. ”

Walking to the door, Yingbao glanced back at Ling Xian'er, and there was nothing she could do.

Seeing Master and Yingbao go out, Mo Cong sneakily attached to Ling Xian'er's ear and asked, "How do you feel?"

"Dizzy, disgusting!" Ling Xian'er said as she looked at Mo Cong and said angrily.

"Then you sleep for a while, and I'll go to the Poison Dragon Mansion to find sugar for you!"

"You can come back soon, in case of me"

"Uh-huh, I'll be back soon. ”

Mo Cong nodded again and again, flashing a pair of sultry eyes, and a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, he naturally understood what Ling Xian'er said. However, he still had doubts about Ling Xian'er giving birth to a child, but he didn't dare to open his mouth in front of Master and Yingbao, and the young man's soul was tormented in the past half a month, and he always felt guilty every time he faced Ling Xian'er. At this time, Mo Cong suddenly thought of Poison Dragon Zhi, and thought to himself, ask for this kind of thing, Poison Dragon Zhi must be the best candidate.

"Master, I'll go to the poisonous dragon zhi to get some candy!"

"Well, go ahead!"

Before the master finished speaking, Mo Cong ran out of the yard like a thief.

"Master, why do I think Mo Cong is a little wrong with this little girl" Looking at Mo Cong's back, Ying Bao frowned.

"Two children, what can be wrong" The old man in the yellow robe smiled lightly, his face seemed calm, but there was a hint of essence in his eyes.

"Look at the two of them, affectionate and shy, I guess there must be something between them. ”

"Kids, it's not a big deal, don't talk nonsense. ”

"Little child!" Ying Bao looked down and pondered for a moment, then raised her eyes to look at the "old man in yellow robe" and said:

"Don't underestimate this little girl, how do you think she's not an ordinary child. ”

"Oh?"

"Behold, the pearl that hung around her neck, so big, so round, so bright, and the jeweled nursery, it was pure gold, and so carefully workmanlike, it was clearly a royal technique. ”

The objects worn by the fairy, the workmanship and techniques, were not unusual to Yingbao, and at a glance they knew that they were from the court.

"You're right, she's the little princess of the Magic Kingdom. ”

The "old man in the yellow robe" looked at the clear blue sky, and a faint smile flashed across his mouth, perhaps it was the kind of transcendent personality that made her smile look so beautiful forever, and there was also a hint of coldness and disdain.

Ying Bao was deeply surprised by this, she thought that Ling Xian'er might be the noble child of the Magic Kingdom, but she didn't dare to think about the princess.

"How can you be so sure!" Yingbao's eyes widened, and in her eyes, the master's eyes were extremely sharp.

"Hmph, look at her shelf and temper, that is not something that ordinary princely children can pose," after speaking, the "old man in yellow robe" showed a trace of cunning on his face, and looked at Yingbao with a smile and said: "Actually, I don't look at this, let me tell you the truth, haven't I seen the martial arts of the Poison Dragon Mansion, then it is remembered, on a certain year, a certain month, and a certain day, the queen of the Magic Kingdom gave birth to a daughter, named Ling Xian'er." The old couple is old, and there is only such a precious daughter under their knees, I guess she must have secretly escaped this time. ”

"That's right, then you need to be careful. ”

"What do I pay attention to?"

"Don't pretend to be confused, you won't be afraid that Mo Cong will run away with the little princess! When he throws Chu Ci aside, then our plan will be completely lost, and don't forget, Chu Ci is your own niece and daughter."

"He dare" The "old man in the yellow robe" immediately turned gloomy and watery, and said coldly: "I broke his legs." ”

"Forget it! In the face of the proud disciple, I'm afraid that you won't be able to do it when the time comes. ”

"What do you want to say after talking so much?" The old man in the yellow robe was quite impatient, and raised his willow eyebrows to look at Yingbao.

"I'm here to remind you to think of a countermeasure. ”

"Don't worry, she is a little princess, and it is impossible to fall in love with Mo Cong. ”

"Not necessarily, you're still"

"What am I?" The old man in the yellow robe looked around and turned his head to glare at Yingbao fiercely, for fear that Yingbao would not pay attention and leave his mouth.

"I almost said it," Yingbao smiled wryly, "Then you say, why did you accept Mo Cong as an apprentice!"

"That's different, I accepted Mo Cong because of that person, and secondly, he is a Miao descendant of a certain family"

"Isn't this it, with the strength of a certain family, let alone marrying a princess of a magic country, it is not surprising to marry a princess in the martial arts continent. ”

Hearing this, the "old man in the yellow robe" fell into deep thought, although the Gongsun family was in ruins, but the ancient prophecy that the master of Chumen told her that day has always lingered in the heart of the "old man in the yellow robe", the Gongsun clan, the descendants of the royal family, as long as there is still a Miao descendant, will soon make a comeback

"I'm so thirsty, anyone, pour me a glass of water!"

"It's coming, it's coming!"

Hearing the shouts of the little princess in the house, Yingbao hurriedly ran back to pour water for her, and said indignantly: "A grandmother has gone and an ancestor has come, and Mo Cong, this little bastard, is actually making trouble for the old lady." ”

In the middle of summer, the forest is deep and the flowers and plants are pervasive, and the small grass hut is hidden during the period, which looks mysterious and unpredictable.

It was almost dusk, Mo Cong carried a sugar jar in his hand and walked into the small courtyard excitedly facing the sunset.

"Mo Cong, what do I say about you, in addition to practicing martial arts, can you understand something else? If you can have children so easily, then won't the world be full of children? Let me tell you, so that you can have children. ”

Thinking back to the cute and mysterious look of Poison Dragon Zhi, from the things he talked about between men and women, Mo Cong felt that his heart suddenly opened up, as if he had unloaded a very heavy burden.

"I'm back!" Mo Cong put the sugar jar in front of Ling Xian'er's window, looked at Ling Xian'er with a smile and said, "Now you can rest assured that you can recuperate!"

"Why did you just come back, I just had a lot of nightmares" Ling Xian'er looked haggard, spoke softly, and there was a little resentment in her eyes.

"It's okay, I often have nightmares, you hurry up and drink the medicine, after drinking it, I'll help you to the yard to breathe, the air outside is fresh!"

"Why is this guy so happy and doesn't take me seriously at all, hum!" Ling Xian'er was indignant in her heart, she felt that she had made such a big sacrifice and suffered so much while lying in bed, all because she wanted to give Mo Cong a child.

The beautiful sunset gradually sets in the west, inlaid a golden halo on the towering snow-capped mountains, the soft light is diffused in the jungle, sitting in the courtyard and looking into the distance, the mountains are clear, the sky is vast, the jungle is silent, and a beautiful picture is presented in front of you.

"What a beautiful sunset! The scenery is so spectacular!" Ling Xian'er wrapped a white towel around her head, leaning against a big willow tree in the yard, although her body was still very weak, but looking at the scenery in front of her, she couldn't help but let out a heartfelt sigh.

"What is this, when I have the opportunity, I will take you to Shuiyue Mountain, the sunset there is much better than this, and at night I will take you to the Moon Pavilion to admire the moon, the moon is big and round, and the whole mountain is like a fairyland" Mo Cong said, he couldn't help but think of Chu Ci, his face became calm, and he bowed his head and said nothing.

After listening to Mo Cong's story, Ling Xian'er became interested in Shuiyue Mountain, but at this moment, Mo Cong stopped abruptly, and he also felt disappointed in his heart.

"What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing" Mo Cong shook his head, looked at no one on the left and right, looked at Ling Xian'er mysteriously, but hesitated a little when the words came to his mouth, "How to tell her!"

"You say, when I give birth to you, will you ignore me?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Mo Cong hurriedly covered Ling Xian'er's mouth, for fear of being heard by Master and Yingbao, so he looked left and right and said, "I asked Poison Longzhi, he said what was the name of a child before giving birth Oh, I forgot it, anyway, it is impossible for you to have a child."

Mo Cong was so red that he reluctantly made an explanation, but Ling Xian'er listened attentively, flashed a pair of big shining eyes, looked at Mo Cong curiously, and asked, "Then how can I have a child?"

"This is what Poison Long Zhi said" Mo Cong frowned, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead, "Oh, don't ask so much, it's very troublesome anyway, in short, you won't have children." ”

"Are you sure?"

"Well, a thousand and ten thousand are certain!" After speaking, Mo Cong wiped the sweat from his forehead, relieved.

"Oh, that's the case!" Ling Xian'er nodded slightly, and said to herself: "If I knew this, I wouldn't have to worry about being scolded by my father and causing this princess to lie in vain for half a month," Mo Cong's words made Ling Xian'er suddenly breathe a sigh of relief, threw off the towel on her forehead, stretched her arms, moved her legs and feet, and seemed to be completely eliminated, she looked at Mo Cong with great vigour, and said: "In this way, I don't have to marry a poor boy like you." ”

"You're well!" Mo Cong looked at Ling Xian'er stunned, "Snort, it's not uncommon for me to marry you!"

"You!"

"What's wrong with me?"

The two glared at each other fiercely, then turned their faces away from each other without speaking.

Ling Xian'er bit her lip and was very angry in her heart, "What a hateful guy, how dare you say such a thing to this princess," thinking about her, she was a little unconfident, "Am I so ugly? Even he is not interested in me?" Thinking that even a poor boy like Mo Cong can't be attracted to his appearance, Ling Xian'er really wanted to cry, and suddenly she suddenly realized, "This guy must have seen my ugly face, this is all the credit of the transformation potion, and when he sees the true face of this princess, maybe he will kneel on the ground and beg me!" Thinking of Mo Cong's pitiful appearance crying and shouting for her to be her daughter-in-law, Ling Xian'er almost laughed

"Girl, are you well?" said Yingbao's voice in the courtyard.

"Well, it's much better!"

Yingbao stepped forward to look at Ling Xian'er's face, probed her forehead, and wondered in her heart, "Why is this girl getting better so quickly!"

"It looks much better, so I'll send you home tomorrow!"

"Go home?" Ling Xian'er was stunned, "I finally ran out, I haven't played enough" secretly wondering in her heart, Ling Xian'er quickly picked up the towel thrown on the ground, her body was weak, her hands were in the air as if she was going to grab something, squinted her eyes and said: "Oh, I'm so dizzy, Mo Cong, help me go back to the house!"