Female Supreme: Population is in crisis, I have a fruit-bearing tree

Bai Yin laughed crazily, looking at Su Qinghe as if he was looking at some rare treasure, with a wolfish look in his eyes.

Su Qinghe silently took a few steps back, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Hahaha... Come on, I'll take you to the medicinal field now. You can stay here with me for lunch later. After lunch, I'll teach you how to observe, smell, ask and palpate."

He dragged Su Qinghe out, shaking his head from time to time.

"Oh! Why don't you just move to the pharmacy for the whole month? You can't waste even a minute of this short time. The Seven Killing Pavilion is so big that you can memorize a lot of prescriptions just by commuting back and forth every day!"

"Anyway, Ling Feng is going with you, and you'll have plenty of time to spend together in the future. It doesn't matter if you're apart for a month. It can help promote your relationship, right?"

Su Qinghe refused, and he even sent someone to notify Ling Feng to move all of Su Qinghe's luggage over, showing a tough attitude.

Su Qinghe was helpless and Ling Feng had no objection. The final result was that Su Qinghe didn't even leave the pharmacy for a whole month.

On this day, Su Qinghe was studying the prescription as usual. Behind her was a whole wall of medicine cabinet, and Bai Yin was standing next to her.

"Do you want to make a poison? This black poison grass is extremely poisonous, and the fragrant white angelica and angelica in your prescription... these are all non-toxic things, even in terms of medicinal properties, they are not incompatible."

Seeing that Su Qinghe was still adding medicinal herbs, but adding them together made it even more of a mess, Bai Yin's eyebrows twisted into a line.

More than half a month passed, and he had taught her almost everything he needed to teach. With her photographic memory, it was effortless for her to remember the original prescription. In the past two days, she started to tinker with a new prescription on her own.

Su Qinghe gave him a mysterious look, fanned the ink off the paper, turned around and climbed up the ladder to get the medicine.

She thought that the first purpose of studying medicine was to protect herself, and the second purpose was for Ling Feng's delivery.

She had asked Ling Feng before, and he said there was no such thing as Ma Fei San here. She also asked him if he knew about Datura, but he said he didn't know.

It was not until she read those medical books that she realized that the Datura in her previous life was called Wuducao here. This thing was not found in Dawu, but only in Jinfeng, which was further south.

Fortunately, the Qi Sha Pavilion has a branch in Jinfeng, so there are quite a few in the Wu Du Herb Hall.

It took Su Qinghe almost two hours to make the medicine he wanted.

Holding a large bowl of black powder, she tilted her head and looked at Bai Yin with a smile. "Old Bai, go catch a sheep for me, please?"

Bai Yin looked distressed. "Sheep are so fat! One can feed you several meals. Can't you use a chicken to test the poison?"

Su Qinghe smiled and said nothing. Bai Yin had no choice but to take her to the backyard.

The first drug trial ended in failure. Su Qinghe worked hard and, after countless times of adjusting the ratio and testing the drugs, finally made Ma Fei San.

Leaving the prescription for Bai Yin to study, Su Qinghe finally returned to Ling Feng's residence on the last day of the agreed journey.

"Are you finally willing to come back?"

Hearing the footsteps, Ling Feng looked up, his eyes fixed on Su Qinghe's face without blinking. He was a little excited, but the words he said were a little sarcastic.

Su Qinghe walked slowly to the table and waited until she was behind the man before speaking.

"Why do you sound like a resentful husband? What? Do you miss me?"

She reached out and pressed the man's shoulders, then bent down and put her face close to his ear.

Ling Feng's breathing was disordered for a second, and he quickly lowered his head to flip through the book in his hand.

"I'm leaving tomorrow. I'm very busy and don't have time to think about you."

He turned the pages of the book with a rustling sound, but did not read a single word.

Su Qinghe chuckled softly, turned her head, fixed her eyes on the red spot on the back of his neck, and reached out to touch it gently.

Ling Feng trembled all over, shrank his neck nervously, turned his head and glared at Su Qinghe stiffly.

Su Qinghe flicked her nails and smiled maliciously. "Is that sensitive?"

Ling Feng's heart tightened, and he turned his head back with an effort to remain calm.

"You're overthinking it. The neck is the most vulnerable part of the human body. People like us have to be more careful. I'm just not used to other people touching it."

After he finished speaking, his voice suddenly turned cold and stern. "You'd better not touch me, or I might lose control and attack you, and it would be bad if I accidentally hurt you."

"Really?" Su Qinghe said jokingly, and reached out her hand again the moment he turned his head.

The man shuddered again, and this time he stood up from his seat. "I told you not to touch there!"

He glared at the woman in front of him with an embarrassed look on her face, but he didn't know what to do.

He couldn't beat her, and she wouldn't listen to him. What could he do?

A strong feeling of grievance surged into his heart. Ling Feng turned around quickly and felt his eyes a little swollen.

Su Qinghe seemed to be lost in thought. After not seeing him for a month, she felt that the man in front of her had changed a lot. If she was not mistaken just now... he was about to cry, right?

Is it because of pregnancy that I have become emotionally unstable?

Su Qinghe was too lazy to think too much, just cry and comfort the man.

She pulled him into her arms, lowered her head and bit him before he could react.

"Uh-huh!"

Ling Feng couldn't help but let out a scream, and his legs went limp. If Su Qinghe hadn't supported him, he would have almost fallen to the ground.

By the time he came to his senses, tears were flowing uncontrollably, and he was too late to cover them.

Ling Feng could no longer bear the shame of being seen by Su Qinghe and vented his grievances.

"Why do you bully me like this!"

He suppressed a low growl, glared at Su Qinghe, and reached out to try to push her away.

Seeing that the effect was achieved, Su Qinghe quickly entered the final mode of coaxing and educating.

She held the man tightly in her arms, and no matter how hard Ling Feng tried, he couldn't break free.

"Let me go!" Ling Feng stared at her coldly.

Su Qinghe had a calm expression and did not let go.

"I am your wife and this is just normal fun between husband and wife. Why are you so opposed to it?"

"Since you have decided to live with me, you should get used to this kind of life. I have touched every part of your body, so why can't I touch this part? I will make it clear to you today. I will only touch this part in the future!"

As he spoke, Su Qinghe quickly lowered his head and pecked it again.

Ling Feng trembled again, but this time he stopped struggling and just buried his head in Su Qinghe's arms and fell silent.

Su Qinghe stopped there for a few seconds, then raised her head and pulled the man's face out.

"Why are you crying? What's there to cry about? I didn't bully you. If you don't believe me, go back and ask your mother and father if this counts as bullying."