[Jian San + Gu Long] Put that flower and I will come!

Lie on the ground with eyes closed for a while, after hearing someone talking outside, Wan Feng opened his eyes and got out of the sedan chair.

Watching those Beggar Clan disciples leave from the window, the little girl turned her head and rushed to the side of the young man who was drinking tea at the table.

"Ayun, Ayun! I probably need to stay here for a while, I can't go with you..."

The little girl pointed her fingers uncomfortably.

"Saving people is the most important thing, not to mention that I am not in a hurry to go home, and it will not be too late to leave after the old leader Ren recovers."

The young man said gently, without any displeasure at temporarily changing the itinerary.

The little girl immediately cheered: "Ayun, you are a good person!"

Halfway through the cheers, the little girl seemed to have thought of something, and fell down weakly again: "It's so disgusting... Can't we have a simple case! How nice it is like Yongcui Villa..." As long as the old man Grandpa calmed down and detoxified his daughter-in-law before he could leave...

It's not like now, this gang of beggars is obviously full of fog, she will not be cured, she will not be cured, if she is not careful, she will end up as a human being inside and outside.

Senior Sister Shi Ya of Xinglin once said: "As a doctor, you must be smart: you can't say everything, you can't say everything directly, you can't say nothing, you can't say nothing. Otherwise, They will be beaten by the family members of the patients who don’t know the truth, or who know the truth but pretend to be ignorant, and will even be chased and hacked with knives.”

When she heard Shi Ya say this, Wan Feng had only just started, and she didn't understand why that senior sister Wan Hua, who had an inner beauty and an outstanding temperament, would say such a thing.According to the thoughts of the little girl who was not deeply involved in the world at that time, if there is a doctor who can cure the illness of a critically ill patient, and can reunite with the family who was destined to be separated from life and death, shouldn't the family members be grateful, why would they speak ill instead?

And when she followed the three masters in the rivers and lakes on the mainland of China, seeing more, seeing more, and knowing more, she really understood why that senior sister with superb medical skills and gentle and charming would say that mocking words.

"What's the matter, Mr. Ren's illness... is very troublesome?" Hearing her muttering, a strange look flashed across Ayun's face, and then he asked curiously, "Could it be that the medicinal materials needed are rare? If so , I can help to find it, the old man is famous far and wide, and now he is in trouble, I wait for the younger generation to lend a helping hand."

He added another sentence: "I believe my father will help if he finds out."

This means that if necessary, the power of the family will be used to collect rare medicinal materials.

"Sickness...it's actually okay, the trouble is in other places..." The little girl waved her hand.

"Speak up and listen, maybe I can help."

"Old Leader Ren's 'disease' is not that simple..." The little girl slightly accentuated the word "disease" seemingly without knowing it.

Immediately after she recounted what she had seen and heard in the Beggar Gang, the young man immediately showed a thoughtful expression.

The little girl tangled up on the table, looked at the hibiscus crystal cake that was placed in front of Ayun and wanted to take it, but when she thought that it was almost time for dinner, she could only withdraw her hand melancholy, and took out the leftover cake from the last time from her bag. I took a bite of half a candied haws, and said, "Maybe I made a mistake... But just in case, it's better to be prepared."

"Your worry is not wrong." Ayun touched the little girl's head, only to feel a piece of soft hair in the tentacles. The soft silk scarf is tied with two small silk flowers, combed into a long ponytail.

There are no hairpins and rings that tie the hands, and the hair accessories are so simple that even the poorest poor woman will feel proud of having an extra hairpin on her head.

"Although it's a guess... But if it comes true..." The young man thought for a while, "I'll order someone to investigate."

He was about to get up after speaking, but he felt the corner of his clothes being pulled.

The little girl was lying on the table, her voice was weak:

"Ah Yun, can we have dinner early? I'm so hungry..."

Ayun: "..." Who was the person who just swallowed his two plates of sweet-scented osmanthus cake worth 13 yuan?

The little girl whose stomach power deserves to be commended went back to her room after eating and drinking, but the beggars on the other side hadn't started their dinner yet.

Elder Qibao, who brought the news of Xinglin Shenzhen, saw Nangong Ling appearing in the main helm hall of the Beggar Clan, immediately went up to greet him, and asked hesitantly and expectantly: "Young leader, Miss Yu...how do you say it?"

Nangong Ling opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

Seeing him like this, Elder Qibao's original hopeful heart suddenly became cold, and his face became gloomy.

"Elder, you don't need to be like this. According to Miss Yu, she needs some time to find out what's going on with her adoptive father... Maybe..." Nangong Ling's comforting words were halfway through, and the smile on her face became a little forced, "Maybe... At that time, Miss Yu will have a solution..."

Elder Qibao also forced a smile: "That is, Miss Yu is talented and intelligent, and she will definitely be able to find out the cause of the gang leader... The gang leader is auspicious, and he will definitely be able to overcome this ordeal, and then lead my beggar gang to a higher level!"

Nangong Ling forced a smile: "That's how it was at the time. Although the adoptive father's illness has stabilized recently, I'm still a little worried..."

He was a bit hesitant to speak, but what kind of person is the elder of the beggar gang, he immediately heard what he had said, and hurriedly said: "I am so confused! Young gang leader, go back quickly! Say hello to the gang leader on behalf of the old boy!"

"That's natural!" Nangong Ling bid farewell and left in a hurry.

The environment of Ren Ci's recuperation place is very quiet, but at the same time it is also extremely remote.In order to take the little girl away, Nangong Ling slowed down her pace, but now there was only one person, so she naturally used her lightness skills to hurry.

Perhaps it was because he knew that no one in the beggar gang would visit Ren Ci privately without his consent, or because this was his territory, so he relaxed his vigilance, but Nangong Ling didn't notice a little tail following him.

The lightness kung fu of the young leader of the beggar gang was not bad, but within half an hour, he arrived in front of the small courtyard.

Although he moved lightly this time and didn't make a sound at all, his expression on his face was quite different from before.

He himself had eaten in the main helm before, now that he was in the yard, he naturally didn't need to eat anymore, but he went to the kitchen first.

After entering the kitchen, Nangong Ling took out a cloth bag no bigger than a fist, washed the rice inside and poured it into a pot, put in water, and cooked it into porridge, which was exactly the size of two small bowls.

He put the two bowls of porridge on a tray, brought it to Ren Ci's room, and knocked on the door.

Mrs. Ren came over and opened the door, and when she saw the tray in his hand, her eyes lit up with anger, but she suppressed it: "Nangong... Ling, Ren Ci's body is no longer good, you...you can give me more He eats, even if it's...even if it's...he's full, so...so good..." She seemed unable to continue, her body trembling, her voice dissipated in the air.

"He...he has raised you for 20 years after all..."

Even though she was wearing a veil and couldn't see clearly, no one could deny that Mrs. Ren was a beauty.

The beauty is like a flower, the tears are like rain, the demeanor is like pear blossoms with rain, and the delicate and pitiful appearance is enough to win the hearts of most men in the world.

But Nangong Ling was not among those men.

The head of the young beggar gang shoved the tray into Mrs. Ren's hand coldly, and sneered: "What Ren Ci has done himself, he knows it himself!"

After speaking, as if he didn't want to see those two people again, he turned his head and walked into his own room beside him, closing the door.

Holding the tray, Mrs. Ren suppressed the pain in her heart and closed the door.

She put two bowls of gruel on the table in the outer room, first checked with several methods, and after no poison was detected, she raised her hand and took off her veil, and wiped away the tears on her face.

The face under the veil is not as flowery and beautiful as Wan Feng once guessed, but a terrifying appearance as if it has been burnt and uneven!

Her fingers touched the uneven skin, but Mrs. Ren didn't have the slightest feeling of self-pity and self-pity in her eyes. Instead, she quickly wiped away the tears and wiped something under her eyes, so that the red eye circles that were originally red seemed to have nothing. strange.

After finishing all this, she took out a new veil from her bosom to cover her face, picked up two bowls of gruel, and walked into the inner bedroom.

This is dinner for the two of them.

But with this little stuff, it is impossible to fill even a half-grown boy, let alone two adults.

Mrs. Ren raised the curtain with a smile on her face: "Ah Ci, there are two bowls of rice tonight! You should eat more..."

Her voice was hoarse in her throat.

Because she saw a person standing in front of Ren Ci's bed.

Someone who should have left long ago.

Petite in stature, her long hair was tied behind her head with a silk handkerchief with red background and white pattern. Apart from the huge pearl around her neck, she hardly wore any jewelry.

It was the girl Yu from the afternoon.

Mrs. Ren's first reaction was to scream, but she suppressed the urge to scream in a blink of an eye. Instead, she turned her voice sharply and deliberately lowered her voice: "Ah, have you fallen asleep..."

She moved lightly, carefully placed the things she held in her hand on the table in the bedroom, and then walked to the bed, as if she hadn't seen the little girl, deliberately lowered her voice: "It's okay to sleep... sleep That's good... at least you don't have to see that person when you fall asleep..."

But her hand was grabbing Wan Feng's hand and writing on the palm of her hand.

Ren Ci lay on the bed with his eyes open, crying silently.

Nangong Ling's bedroom was next door, and with his internal strength, he could hear the voices here clearly.

When Wan Feng returned to the inn, Ayun hadn't rested yet.

"How about it, can you solve the doubts in your heart?" He asked gently when he heard the voice of the person coming back.

The little girl nodded, then thought of the specialness of the person in front of her, and said, "Well, I almost understand..."

Her voice hesitated.

Hearing that there were still unfinished words in it, the boy smiled and asked, "Is there any difficulty that needs help?"

After hesitating for a while, the little girl spoke again.

"Ah Yun, can you do me a favor? Will you get paid..." The little girl thought hard for a while, but she really couldn't think of what she could provide to this handsome young man, so she could only say cautiously, "I will come to you in the future." Let's eat less crystal osmanthus cake..."

"..." Do you think you can eat me poorly with your little appetite?

Ayun felt that the smile on the corner of his mouth was a bit unstoppable, and after a while he managed to put on a straight face and said, "What's the matter?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt that the refreshing fragrance of flowers that was quite a distance away from him suddenly approached.

The little girl leaned on the table with one hand, half of her body was almost hanging on the young man's body, she whispered to her ear, "..."

The boy was startled for a moment, and said, "It's not difficult..."

"It's better to hurry up. Besides, this matter is a bit dangerous. If possible... I don't want to use this method." After whispering, the little girl went back to the table, and the scent of flowers also went away.

The young man nodded slightly, but his expression was a little inexplicable.