Outside the house, two maids were waving their fists and were about to beat Qingfeng and Qinglin.

Inside the room, Zhou Shiyue bit his own hand, his eyes sparkling with tears as he looked at the beautiful, strong woman who seemed a little bit abused.

Lu Zhaoling glanced at him and asked, "Do you need the Silent Speech Talisman? It's two taels per piece, cheap. Once you put it on, you won't be able to scream even if you want to, and you won't feel embarrassed."

Zhou Shiyue looked at her with eyes full of accusations.

Lu Xiaoer, listen to what people say.

"Only pain can make your muscles contract and tense instantly. I need your body to be in this state at that moment."

Lu Zhaoling's voice became softer. "It really hurts. I didn't tell you in advance. It's my fault. I'll give you some comfort."

After saying that, she actually lowered her head and blew on his knee where there was a small bloody hole. Her expression and posture were extremely gentle.

Mingming, there was a black and gray thing being squeezed out of his knee, and blood was flowing out that was red and almost black. It looked disgusting and creepy.

She actually managed to blow it.

It was as if, no matter what he looked like, no matter how ugly his body was, she would never despise him.

At this moment, Zhou Shiyue seemed to no longer feel the pain.

He slowly loosened his palm and looked at Lu Zhaoling.

"I am not a three-year-old child. I can still endure this little pain."

His voice was a little hoarse. I don't know if it was because he had never screamed like that before, but his throat was a little split.

Lu Zhaoling took out a talisman, wrapped up the blood ball created by the talisman, put it aside, pulled out a bone hairpin, took out another talisman, burned it, and gently pressed it on his wound.

While doing all this, she looked at him in confusion and told him a fact.

"This is not just a little bit of pain. I have never seen anyone who can endure this kind of pain. You have also seen my senior brother. Looking at the bright moon and the cool breeze, he is very graceful. He is not the type who would cry, right?"

"Ah."

He really couldn't imagine Yin Yunting crying.

"He had also suffered this kind of pain before. He immediately turned sideways and hugged his uncle and cried. His tears were so heavy that they soaked three layers of his clothes."

Lu Zhaoling sold out his senior fellow apprentice completely.

Yin Yunting, who was preparing for tomorrow's Beijing News in his new house, felt his ears a little itchy. He rubbed them with his hands and suddenly thought of something and couldn't help laughing.

Mo Qi, who was standing next to him, felt that his smile was a bit strange.

"Sir, you suddenly laugh so..." With bad intentions?

"I just feel like someone should be saying something bad about me at this time."

"Ah? If someone was scolding you, shouldn't you be sneezing?" Mo Qi was a little confused. Why did his ears feel itchy?

"Ordinary people may be, but someone is not an ordinary person." Yin Yunting thought of how they all felt itchy in their ears every time the senior sister said something bad about them.

At first they thought that their master had some serious illness.

"Who is it?" Mo Qi's heart moved, "Master, you are not talking about Miss Lu, are you? You have been acting a little strange since the last time you saw Miss Lu."

He felt that his master seemed to have changed, but he couldn't tell exactly what had changed.

"Master, you are not thinking about Miss Lu, are you?"

Mo Qi thought of this possibility, and his eyes widened. "That's impossible, Master. We all know what kind of person the King of Jin is. He treats Miss Lu as his treasure. If you dare to snatch her away, you will suffer the consequences."

He felt terrified when he thought of the situation where the two of them were fighting each other.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Yin Yunting glanced at him, "Xiao Lingzi is my senior sister."

Moqi: "Master sister?"

Who calls the senior sister Xiao Lingzi?

What on earth are you trying to do, you old and young man?

"Don't ask about this. Just remember that if you can't find me in the future and need someone to make a decision on something, go find her and listen to her."

"Master, if what you say is different from what Miss Lu said, who should I listen to?"

"Listen to her." Yin Yunting paused, his eyes showing some sadness, "Although she is younger than me, sometimes she can judge people better than me."

Mo Qi was stunned.

Miss Lu Er actually has to rank before the master.

However, the master is very good at judging people, and he is often shocked. How can he say that Miss Lu is even better at judging people than he is?

"Go and find out about the murder case of Young Marquis Zhou Muqiao, and find a way to sneak into the prison and ask the cook. I guess this will be on the front page of our Beijing News the day after tomorrow."

Yin Yunting didn't let him think any further and assigned him another task.

Mo Qi suddenly perked up, "Okay!"

He likes doing this kind of work the most. He asks around and sometimes hears a lot of interesting things.

Listen to the warm building.

When Zhou Shiyue heard that Yin Yunting had also been hit by a similar spell and had cried bitterly, he suddenly felt that his face had been saved.

"You were the one who cured Junior Brother Yin?"

Lu Zhaoling nodded, "Of course, there are few people who can handle this except me."

Just as she was using the talisman paper to burn the blood bead into a piece of black charcoal, somewhere far away, a person who was sitting cross-legged in a dark cave suddenly covered his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood.

There were eight people sitting around him, and one of them fell down silently and died.

"Who moved my spell..."

The man shouted in a hoarse voice.

The talisman must be activated at the critical moment to help them achieve the desired result. Now that the time has not come, someone has actually activated the talisman!

Lu Zhaoling suddenly felt something.

She looked at the piece of charcoal in her hand, held it in her palm, closed her eyes and sensed it carefully.

Seeing her like this, Zhou Shiyue did not say anything to influence her.

Lu Xiaoer is really amazing.

But, look at why she is so special, more special than any other noble lady.

Lu Zhaoling opened his eyes and said, "I sensed it. This thing is guided by the blood from a person's heart."

She raised her eyebrows, and suddenly became lively. She asked him, "Have you found the clue to the spell? Didn't you always wonder who cast the spell on you?"

"What clue?"

"Think carefully about whether you have ever knelt down on anyone with a bloody chest injury!"

Lu Zhaoling added, "Of course he is not an ordinary person. Usually, such a person would use his own heart blood as a guide to cast a curse, and he must have performed a ritual before, unless he is gifted. He may have held a peach wood sword, may have touched black dog blood, may have the smell of incense ash, cinnabar, etc. on his body..."

As she was speaking, a person appeared in Zhou Shiyue's mind.

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