The uncle borrowed some merits, and the princess drew the talisman fiercely

After the doctor left, Yin Changxing looked at Lu Zhaoling and said, "Actually, there's no need to invite another doctor. My medical skills are pretty good. Let me take care of their injuries from now on."

When Lu Zhaoling heard him say this, she immediately remembered what her master had always said when she was nagging about how she was inviting ghosts to play with her.

"I originally liked medicine. If I had known, I would have studied medicine and taught you all to become little doctors. Even if you were to come into contact with patients every day, it would be better than being surrounded by ghosts every day like this."

Master always said that he liked studying medicine.

Now, Yin Changxing said that his medical skills are quite good?

"Really? That's great." Lu Zhaoling smiled brightly and happily.

"I have a few hundred-year-old ginsengs here. Aren't they weak and cold? I'll make them ginseng tea and stew ginseng soup. Do you want some?" Yin Changxing asked Lu Zhaoling again.

"Drink." Lu Zhaoling nodded.

Everyone looked at them and felt that the relationship between the old and the young was a little strange.

Logically speaking, they are strangers, but there is a strange sense of intimacy between them, and Yin Changxing seems to want to coax Lu Zhaoling.

It was obvious that his own son was still lying in bed and couldn't wake up.

Si Zhen looked at Yin Yunting lying on the bed.

"Amitabha, Donor Yin, please don't be too sad. Donor Lu has always been very likable, you should know that, so you should stay calm." He whispered to comfort her, not caring whether Yin Yunting could hear him or not.

Lu Zhaoling thought of something, so she asked Yin Changxing to sit down and asked Qingyin to make tea.

"Uncle Yin, I want to ask, does your Yin family have a woman who married far away? It seems that the previous marriage was not approved by the family, right?"

Yin Changxing thought about it carefully, "It seems that there is such a thing, but I am not familiar with that cousin. I am not often at home. I am either in the mountains, collecting ginseng, or studying medicine and practicing medicine outside."

Lu Zhaoling glanced at Zhou Shiyue.

Why are this father and son so indifferent to family affairs?

There is not much family affection.

"Then you never saw that sister again?"

"No."

That’s enough, she’s as unreliable as her master.

Lu Zhaoling stood up and said, "Uncle Yin, you should go make some ginseng soup for them."

"No more chatting?" Yin Changxing was still a little disappointed. He wanted to hear how she and Qingyu knew each other. He also wanted to ask how Qingyu got injured.

"Let's stop talking. I have a lot of things to do." Lu Zhaoling pulled Zhou Shiyue out.

Qingmu looked at Yin Changxing with a reluctant look on his face and moved closer.

"Uncle Yin, how about I talk to you?"

Yin Changxing had a headache. After the pain subsided, he looked at Qingmu and frowned, "You are so badly injured, why don't you lie down? What are you doing here?"

He stood up and said to Lu Song, "And you, your back is not straight, do you still want to get married in the future?"

He could tell from the way this guy was standing that he had fallen and his bones were not straight. If this was ignored, he would not be able to exert strength in his waist in the future.

"You two don't take your health seriously. Come here, I'll take your pulse and see what's wrong with your body. You don't even need a doctor when you're in this condition."

Qing Mu and Lu Song: "......."

No, didn’t the doctor just leave?

Did Uncle Yin forget?

Does Senior Sister know what Uncle Yin is like?

Lu Zhaoling and Zhou Shiyue returned to the next room. She grabbed him, but before she could say anything, Zhou Shiyue spoke first.

"Do you want to ask how long you were unconscious? What happened afterwards?"

"Yes, tell me now."

"Don't worry, I'll tell you one by one."

Zhou Shiyue recounted everything that had happened in the past two days in great detail.

Except for the wrong things he did.

Lu Zhaoling looked at the pen in his hand.

"This pen..." She hadn't figured out how to tell Zhou Shiyue. After all, Zhou Shiyue also told her what happened when Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai came up.

"If I tell you, I don't know what's going on, would you believe me?"

Lu Zhaoling hesitated for a moment and told him about her previous dream.

"You mean, you dreamed of the same little girl twice, and this pen was on the altar in the hall where she was?"

Zhou Shiyue also found her words very strange.

However, he could tell that what Lu Zhaoling said was true and she didn't make it up.

The girl might not know this, but if she had made it up, he would probably be able to tell.

After all, her subtle expressions were different when she was telling the truth and when she was lying.

Of course, there are also fools who can't see it, such as Madam Sheng San.

Madam Sheng San was fooled by her every time.

"correct."

"But the Black and White Envoys obviously recognize this pen, and from what I see from their words, this pen should be yours. The origin of this pen may be quite extraordinary." Zhou Shiyue said.

"I don't know about that. They ran away fast enough. I'll ask them next time. Anyway, one thing I can be sure of now is that I have no guilt in holding this pen, right?"

Doesn't that count as her taking someone else's things?

After all, she didn't know whether the little girl really existed in this world.

"of course."

Zhou Shiyue said, "And didn't you say that? You didn't see the pen clearly when you were dreaming, you just knew it was gold."

"But do you think that little girl could be your past life?"

Zhou Shiyue looked at Lu Zhaoling and jokingly guessed, "She draws talismans, and so do you, and both are very talented. Maybe you didn't drink enough Mengpo soup when you were reincarnated, or maybe you were naughty and secretly poured out half a bowl, so now you dreamed of your past life."

Lu Zhaoling almost rolled her eyes at him.

"You're such a good storyteller."

She looked at the pen and immediately thought of General Qiu.

"Where's General Qiu? Didn't he say he was coming back to Subei City? Send someone to call him back. I want to draw a talisman for him!"

Now with this golden pen, she is more confident in drawing talismans for General Qiu.

"Miss Lu, Miss Lu, please come and take a look." A young man from the Qiu family called out from outside.

Lu Zhaoling and Zhou Shiyue looked at each other, and they both walked out quickly at the same time.

Two servants were lying on the ground outside the guest house, their limbs twitching and foaming at the mouth.

When Lu Zhaoling took a look over, she saw a layer of black sickness covering their faces.

Her expression changed slightly, "Four Plague Curses?"

She stopped Zhou Shiyue from going forward, then she quickly ran over and pulled the young man from the Qiu family away with one hand.

"Where did they come back from? Who did they come into contact with just now?" She immediately took out a gold pen and quickly drew a purification charm on the foreheads of the two servants.

"They just came back from outside and were anxious to report something important to the prince, so I brought them in."