In his previous life, he was disfigured and his eyes were gouged out, and he was reborn to kill ever

"Master, dinner is ready."

Fang Ling walked into the hall with the three girls.

Each of them held two plates of food in their hands.

Xu Shaoyang, the magic doctor with ghost hands, was stroking his beard and sitting at the head seat of the dining table.

He had already smelled the fragrance.

The food smelled familiar and seemed to be more fragrant than before.

In the past, as long as his little apprentice was in Yaowang Valley, he could always eat the food she cooked.

Although Fang Ling is a young lady from the Duke's mansion.

A girl raised in a noble family is naturally proficient in all the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting that she should learn.

However, she can also cook.

Fang Shuming's training of his daughter is different from other families.

Not only did he not object to his daughter privately worshiping the ghost-hand doctor as her teacher and learning medical skills.

And he also agreed with her to learn martial arts.

As for survival skills such as washing and cooking, he also specially asked his nanny to teach his daughter.

In Fang Shuming's view, although his daughter is a young lady from the Duke's mansion, she can stay away from the beauty.

But who can guarantee that their Duke's Mansion will remain prosperous forever.

Even such a large dynasty may fall, let alone their small government.

Therefore, his daughter needs to learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, as well as basic survival skills.

Fang Ling is also very smart. She can learn everything her grandma taught her.

Although she doesn't have to do laundry and cooking on weekdays.

But she mastered the essence of cooking just right.

When he was at the Duke's Mansion, he would occasionally cook his brother's specialty dishes.

Every time I come to Yaowang Valley, I cook for the master myself.

I have practiced a lot, and my cooking skills have become very good.

Xu Shaoyang likes to travel.

I traveled all over the country and ate food with different tastes from different places.

But in the end, only the food cooked by his young apprentice suited his taste best.

The food is served on the table, and the aroma is fragrant.

Fang Ling poured a full cup of sweet-scented osmanthus brew for her master.

I got him another roasted chicken leg.

"Master, please give it a try. Have you improved your apprentice's skills?"

Xu Shaoyang was not in a hurry to eat the roast chicken, so he picked up his wine glass and took a sip.

A smile appeared on my cheeks,

"Whether I drink it or not, this sweet-scented osmanthus brew is still fragrant."

"You damn girl, you haven't been to Yaowang Valley for more than a month because of that bitch king."

"My teacher's sweet-scented osmanthus wine has been drunk long ago, and you don't know that you miss me."

Hearing this, Fang Ling hurriedly smiled and said:

"Master, haven't my disciples already made amends to you?"

"Why are you still talking about it?"

Xu Shaoyang's face sank,

"You are allowed to ignore me as a teacher for more than a month, but you are not allowed to say a few more words to me?"

Fang Ling couldn't help but smile as she saw that her master looked like an old kid as usual.

that's nice!

The master has not yet been separated from himself.

Fortunately, I haven't made my master so angry that he vomited blood.

Fang Ling's heart ached when she thought of her master vomiting blood in her previous life.

He put another chicken drumstick into his bowl.

"Master, please eat more and replenish your body."

Xu Shaoyang was not polite. He picked up a chicken leg and took a big bite.

"Well, that's good. Your cooking skills are getting better and better."

"It's delicious, just eat more."

Fang Ling added vegetables to Master's bowl.

Xu Shaoyang felt warm in his heart when he saw Fang Ling working in front of him.

This stinky girl finally came to her senses.

I was confused by that bitch king before, and my whole heart and eyes were filled with that bitch king.

It seems like you are happy to be taken advantage of.

Fortunately, she could wake up in time, otherwise she wouldn't know what hardships were waiting for her.

It's good now, he doesn't have to waste time trying to persuade her to leave that bitch king.

At this time, Chunmei and Xia Zhu came in with two more plates of pastries.

The two of them bowed together, placed the pastries on the table, and stood aside respectfully.

"Master, please try this cake again."

"This is made from Chunmei and Xiazhu. It tastes sweet and very good."

With that said, Fang Ling took a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake and put it into Master's bowl.

Xu Shaoyang stopped eating. He put down his bowl and chopsticks and looked at Chunmei and Xia Zhu.

"Are these two girls your new recruits?"

Fang Ling nodded,

"Yes, he was given to me by King Jing."

Xu Shaoyang frowned slightly,

"The person the king gave you?"

Are you rushing to put people around her to watch her before she even walks through the door?

Fang Ling saw her master's thoughts and hurriedly explained,

"They are regarded as betrothal gifts given to me by King Jing."

"Their body bond belongs to me, and they are completely my people."

After a pause, she added,

"Only listen to my orders."

Saying that, Fang Ling raised her hand and patted it,

"Qiuye, Dongxue, come out to meet the master."

"Yes, master."

Qiuye and Dongxue flew in from the window and knelt in front of Xu Shaoyang,

"Akiba!"

"Winter snow!"

"Meet the Master."

Xu Shaoyang looked better when he saw that King Jing had arranged a female secret guard for Fang Ling.

It seemed that King Jing was indeed interested in his disciple.

Moreover, according to his current understanding of King Jing.

He is indeed a rare clear figure among the royal family.

A prince is twenty-one years old and he doesn't even have a single maid by his side.

It can be seen that he is clean and has excellent concentration.

In addition, for so many years, Daliang's territory has not been invaded by Beidi, thanks to King Jing's hard work against the enemy.

He stroked his beard and raised his hand,

"Get up."

"Thank you, Master."

Autumn leaves, winter snow stand up.

"Since you have joined the new master, you must be single-minded, do you understand?"

Xu Shaoyang looked serious

Spring plum blossoms, summer bamboos, autumn leaves, and winter snow all sounded almost at the same time,

"Follow Master's teachings and I will never dare to have any different intentions."

This time, Xu Shaoyang was finally satisfied.

He smiled kindly, stroked his beard, and pointed at the food on the table.

"Hahaha... Sit down and use some. There's no need to be so formal."

The four girls looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

Chunmei and Xia Zhufu gave a gift,

"I'm not hungry, slave. I'll use it later."

Qiuye and Dongxue hugged each other,

"The slaves retire."

After that, the two of them dodged and flew out of the window, hiding in the darkness.

The secret guard's rule is to protect the master's safety at all times.

How can I dine at the same table with my master leisurely and leisurely?

Shuitao was not surprised by the scene in front of her, she pursed her lips and snickered.

Master really doesn't care about the rules at all as long as he treats the other party as one of his own.

Seeing the four girls refusing, Xu Shaoyang no longer forced himself and went to drink and eat on his own.

"Master, my disciple has just learned a new freckle removal technique."

Fang Ling asked while serving Xu Shaoyang,

"It means replacing the skin with stain deposits with normal skin."

"Tell me, is it feasible to use this method to remove the fetal mole on my cousin Sun Qingcheng's face?"

When Xu Shaoyang heard this, he put down his wine glass and thought for a moment.

He had examined the fetal mole on the Sun girl's face.

The girl was also pitiful, with half of her face on the left side covered by black and purple birthmarks.

For fetal moles brought out from the mother's womb, it is simply not feasible to use ordinary freckle removal techniques.

He tried several methods with little success.

It wasn't like he hadn't thought about removing the skin from hidden parts of her body to replace the birthmark on her face.

But if we do this, let’s not talk about it. Can the newly replaced skin fit and grow normally?

Even if it really grows, there will definitely be scars on the face.

Even if the fetal mole is removed, there will be horrific scars on the face, so what's the use?