Chapter 891

"Lin Lang, why don't you pay attention to me? I worked so hard to find you!" Lan Rou asked in a gentle tone that she could pinch out water. It was difficult for the man who had come to catch the assassin.

Alas, this childe is infatuated. Although his wife has eyes and legs, he still has a heart for her.

"You hurt my wife, Miss LAN. Shall we make a good calculation of this account?" Gong Zilin carefully smeared the medicine for song Ningyu. His movements were so soft and skilled that Lan Rou was very jealous.

"I... I don't, Lin Lang, you're unfair! It's clear that I'm also your wife. How can you treat me like this!" Lan Rou stood in front of them, with a hissing collapse on her beautiful face!

Gong Zilin wrapped the gauze for song Ning's shockwave. Then he slowly stood up and conveniently pinned the messy hair flying to the front behind his ears for song Ning Yu. Then he looked at the hoarse girl indifferently: "although I saved you, it was just an accident. If you entangle again, I don't mind killing you again!"

"You kill me... I... people in my family will not let you go. Linlang, what's wrong with me? You can see that this blind man can't even walk. What's the use of her? Maybe... Maybe she can't even have children! Linlang, we're the best together." her tone was choked, and her eyes were full of pear flowers and rain.

The crowd around looked at the three people awkwardly. A guard headed by him asked Gong Zilin, "how many... Do you know? If you don't know, we will drive the girl out of the Xiao family house."

Lin Lang looked at Gong Zilin with a pair of eyes: "Lin Lang, ten years ago, in the black mountain hell... Did you forget?"

Gong Zilin's sword eyebrows closed slightly, and a clear and clear laughter came in from the attic. The half closed door suddenly opened: "there's nothing for you here. Let's get back."

A long and elegant voice came out of the room, elegant and romantic, and a pair of peach blossom eyes were as beautiful as silk.

"Since they are all here, it's better to come in. I have something to discuss with you." when the master of the holy doctor Pavilion also asked someone to discuss things?

"Madam, why are you here? What should I do if something happens on the way!" Gong Zilin's hoarse voice wrinkled his sword eyebrows.

"Get down to business." song Ningyu clapped Gong Zilin, holding his shoulder and looking in the direction of the master of the saint doctor's pavilion.

Gong Zilin touched his nose and hugged song Ningyu into the door of the saint doctor's pavilion.

The tea fragrance filled the room with a little snow. The crisp bell rang with the wind blowing in from the window. A cup of tea fragrance was handed to her. The subject of Shengyi Pavilion smiled: "there is a big tea tree at the top of the snow mountain. Try it."

Song Ningyu was not polite at the moment. She took the tea from the master of the saint doctor's pavilion, smelled it and nodded with satisfaction: "the cold snow fragrance is mixed with the fragrance of plum blossoms. If I remember correctly, this should be the moon Saint tea of the snow mountain. It was collected in the Mid Autumn Festival and made in nine processes. One of them is mixed plum fragrance."

Yuesheng tea is the best of the holy snow mountain. Even the kings of the northern regions have never drunk it.

The master of the holy doctor's Pavilion smiled and talked at night: "my sister-in-law is knowledgeable. She is worthy of being the second young lady of the song Taifu family in the Tang state."

Song Ningyu's eyes narrowed slightly and put the flowers slowly on the tea table in front of him. She didn't have so much patience to chat with him about human accidents: "the pavilion lord left me here late at night. If you have anything to say, you might as well say it directly."

LAN Rou held the tea and hummed coldly. Her tone was a little contemptuous: "compared with my family, this tea is just a little witch to see a big witch. What's to be proud of!"

The master of the holy doctor's pavilion was not angry, but smiled and asked, "the girl is the saint of Montenegro. If we go into and out of Montenegro hell, we need the girl's help."

Montenegro! Yes! I've seen it in the book. Isn't that moon shaped machete commonly used by people of Heishan nationality!

"Why should I take you? Hum, we will never let go of the heinous sinner of the Heishan nationality!" Lan Rou smiled proudly and sat in a chair with a virtuous attitude, playing with the glass jade tea cup in her hand.

"Go to the nobles and get something back, that's all." the master of the holy medical Pavilion narrowed his peach eyes, with a touch of shallow sadness in his smile.

Gong Zi bent his fingers and clasped the glass and jade tea cup in his left hand. The small tea cup sounded crisp at his fingertips.

The master of the holy doctor's Pavilion filled LAN Rou with new tea and said with a smile: "as far as I know, Heishan saints are not allowed to marry. If Miss LAN is willing, I can let Heishan choose another saint and give you back your freedom."

Blue soft shen Mou, staring at the thin silver needle like tea floating in the cup, fell into meditation. How many years has she hated the identity of the saint? Now someone told her that it could help her return to freedom.

"If you want to persuade the patriarch to return my freedom?"

Song Ningyu sat in a wheelchair and decided to be a listener. The meeting between Gong Zilin and lanrou girl has been heard by Gong Zilin. There is no objection to everything.

"The saint of Heishan nationality owes me a favor. I don't know if I'm qualified to do so?" it's a doctor. People like the master of the saint doctor's pavilion, who only have strange and difficult skills of medicine, still have a lot of gratitude, resentment and hatred.

LAN Rou looked at the charming Saint doctor Pavilion master with peach eyes and narrowed eyes in surprise and nodded: "OK, I promise you! But I will not let this sinner go!"

Among the Heishan nationality, only the saint can cultivate the tenth layer of the fire phoenix scroll, but it was lost because of a chaotic war thousands of years ago! So even today's patriarchs can only learn the Ninth level.

Bang! The glass and jade teacup at lanrou's fingertips broke violently, and the hot tea poured into lanrou. She calmly looked and exclaimed, "you sinner! How dare you make a secret move to this saint!"

Gong Zilin stood up, patted some gray foam on song Ningyu's legs, looked at the arrogant LAN Rou and said in a deep voice: "if you weren't useful, today's broken cup wouldn't be this cup! If you don't keep your mouth open, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Gong Zilin gently held song Ningyu straight from his chair. Behind him came the shallow laughter of the master of the holy medical Pavilion: "have a good rest. We'll start as soon as it's light. However, this is too dangerous. You'd better let her know."

Gong Zilin strode out of the attic with song Ningyu in his arms, carefully put song Ningyu into the wheelchair, and pushed the wheelchair along the way song Ningyu came.

The lamps on both sides of the corridor swayed slightly in the wind, lengthening their shadows. There are leaves broken by the wind. With the wind, song Ningyu reaches out his hand, picks up the leaves blown down on her clothes, and sniffs them close to her nose.

It is not a leaf, but the petals of cherry blossoms, although small, but with a touch of light and Subtle tea fragrance.