After a long time, Lin Tianyi coughed out: "Ahem, cough, cough——, Jing'er, Hugh is talking nonsense!"

Lin Jing lowered her head, her voice was already very small, how could her father still hear it, and there was such a big reaction, Hugh was dead!

Nangong Ling Xie turned his head with difficulty, glanced at Lin Jing who was hanging his head, and reached out and knocked on Lin Jing's head: "Little girl, what do you know!"

Lin Jing ate a stuffy walnut, covered her head and glared at Nangong Lingxie: "You bully me!"

"What's wrong with bullying you?, it's not big or small!" Nangong Ling Xie glared, his self-righteous eyes made Lin Jing's heart bloom.

Lin Jing pursed her lips, her eyes crooked and she didn't speak again.

Since she met this evil little prince, Lin Jing has been bullied all day long, and she is used to it, so she is relieved, who makes her father's status lower than that of the evil king, and there is also the ancestor who protects the calf, so she doesn't dare to overstep it!

instructed the shopkeeper to take the food away, and the room was quiet again.

Tuk tuk, tuk tuk –

There was a knock at the door.

Before the people in the house could stand up, a sentence came from outside: "The slave family has come in!"

Then, the door creaked open from the outside!

Lin Jinghuo stood up and looked at the woman who came in with a wary expression.

The woman was tall, dressed in fluttering red, walking lightly, swaying her slender waist gently, and walked in slowly.

Lin Tianyi looked at the woman who came in, bowed slightly, and was silent.

Lin Jing was stunned.

The woman's curved willow eyebrows, long and dense eyelashes, curly like butterfly wings, bright eyes and bright teeth, slightly high nose bridge, soft and rigid, thin lips and slightly sensitive, pointed chin, melon seed face, red hair casually draped over her shoulders, a red hosta on her head, combed a small bun, and her figure under the tulle was concave and convex, even she couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

However, as soon as she thought of the people in the house, Lin Jing stood up and blocked the woman's footsteps entering the house: "Stop, who are you? What are you doing here?"

The woman nodded at Lin Tianyi, reached out and flicked Lin Jing's hand away, ran to the bed quickly, and grabbed the child sitting on the futon.

"Y-how did you-how did you become like this?" the woman's voice was urgent, and her face was shocked!

Lin Jing was stunned, could it be that this woman knew Lord Xiao and asked what she meant by these words?

Nangong Lingxiao opened his eyes and was slightly startled when he saw the face of the woman in front of him, and then spread his hands helplessly.

"Third brother, why are you here?"

Lin Jing's whole person was like being struck by lightning, and she didn't react for a long time.

Nangong Lingxie stood up, jumped over, and slapped the woman's hand away.

"Third brother, stay away from my brother, he is allergic!" Nangong Lingxie stretched out his hand, roughly pulled the woman aside, and pressed the person into the chair and sat down.

"Lao Jiu——, you hurt me, let go!" The woman reluctantly pushed Nangong Ling Xie away, and wanted to stand up and pull Nangong Lingxiao, her eyes stared at Nangong Lingxiao, as if she had seen a ghost.

Nangong Lingxiao looked at the woman with a gentle face, waved his hand and said, "Third brother, sit down!"

After the woman heard this, she sat down, tidied up the hem of her clothes, and glared at Nangong Lingxiao with big eyes: "Ninth brother, you get up and block me!" As she spoke, the woman turned her head sideways to look at Nangong Lingxiao again.

Nangong Ling Xie did not move, his face under the golden mask was deformed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Third brother, what are you doing here, what are you doing here?"

The woman pushed Nangong Ling Xie and said unhappily: "You still don't worry about me doing things, you get up and block me from seeing the eighth brother!"

"What's so nice about him, look at me!" Nangong Lingxiao doesn't believe in evil, such a beautiful third brother, how can he stick to him like a dog skin plaster every time he sees Nangong Lingxiao, and he is reluctant to even take a look at himself.

"I'm not unfamiliar with your face, I like to look at the eighth brother's face, get up, don't you understand?" The woman's voice became a little heavier, and she was very angry.

"Ling Xie, don't make trouble!" Nangong Lingxiao, who had a milky voice, held his forehead with a headache.

"Third brother, the color on your lips is lighter, go and touch up your makeup!" Nangong Lingxie stretched out his hand and quickly wiped the woman's lip flap with his fingertips.

The woman covered her mouth and pushed Nangong Ling Xie coquettishly: "Dead child, make fun of me again!"

Nangong Ling Xie got the advantage and hurriedly jumped away, with a peach-flavored lipstick sticking to his hand, he sipped the lipstick directly on Lin Jing's cuffs.

Lin Jing, who was stunned on the side, jumped up and jumped as if her sleeves were on fire: "Daddy, daddy, lipstick, lipstick-"

Lin Tianyi stretched out his hand to cover his forehead: These children have started again.

Lin Jing's big eyes were full of tears, she didn't like lipstick, and she didn't use lipstick by nature, but now she was vicious by Nangong Ling, she was angry, turned her head, went out of the room, and found a place to change her clothes, I am afraid that this girl will not wear this set of clothes if she is killed.

Lin Tianyi was not at ease and followed out.

Outside the door, there was a person with a medicine box, and at this moment, he was standing straight at the door, like a door god.

Lin Tianyi glanced at the visitor, went back, and opened the door.

The person who came didn't say anything, walked in directly with the medicine box, entered the house, glanced at it, bowed to the place where Nangong Lingxiao was sitting, and said nothing.

Nangong Ling snorted and circled around the visitor three times.

"Old thing, have you discussed it?"

Qin Yong, who was called an old thing, twitched his cheeks, but he didn't expect to be recognized, so he was helpless, and touched his face with his sleeve.

The face of a middle-aged man was revealed.

Nangong Lingxiao glanced at Qin Yong and said, "Lord Qin came just in time. Let's go in and see if we can help?"

Qin Yong should go down. Carrying the medicine box on his back, he pushed open the door of the inner room and walked in.

Murong Feihu's eyes hurt at the moment, the sweat on his face was dripping I don't know how much, and he barely sewed half of it, at this moment, when he saw a person with a medicine box walking in, he put down the things in his hand and asked, "Do you know how to sew?"

Qin Yong nodded.

Murong Feihu took off his gloves, took off the glasses and lamps on his head, brought them to Qin Yong one by one, and used the alcohol taken out of Shangguan Linghu to detoxify Qin Yong's hands, and then said, "Quickly stitch the wound up, the stitches look better, otherwise, it will kill you!"

Qin Yong trembled all over, but now that the fox's life was at stake, he couldn't be careless.

"Do your best!" As he spoke, Qin Yong opened his medicine box, took out more than a dozen silver needles, and laid a rectangular needle array around the little fox's spine, and when the blood no longer flowed, he wiped the surrounding blood stains with alcohol, revealing the injured position, picked up the needle and thread that he had never seen before, and made two strokes, and then, found the position of the stitching, put down the needle, and began to stitch the little fox.

Pinching the peculiar needle, the two needles Qin Yong stitched together at first was not good, but later, after changing the stitches, he found that this needle was really easy to use, so he flew the needle and threaded, and soon sewed the torn skin and flesh together.

After the stitching, Qin Yong's heart swelled with an inexplicable emotion, this needle and thread are so easy to use, when the little fox is injured, he must ask for some needles and threads to use!

Murong Feihu's eyes looked at Qin Yong's stitching without blinking, and at this moment he knew what practice makes perfect, looking at his hands, using a sword and a fan was a must, this needle, it was really difficult for him!

The torn wound was quickly sewn up by Qin Yong, and Qin Yong also carefully repaired the unsightly parts of the original stitches, and finally, the fur on the little fox's back was cleaned again with warm water and alcohol, and wrapped in snow-white gauze.