Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort

Hearing the sound, Long Xiaoze turned his head and smiled: "I haven't seen you coming out of the room for ten days and half a month, so we'll draw circles at the door and curse you."

"Little Lingzi, don't listen to his nonsense, we are idle and bored in a competition to draw villains who practice martial arts." Qingling answered truthfully, then turned to Long Xiaoze and said unhappily: "I said, can you chat? Curse whoever you open your mouth."

"I said you are an ignorant woman with long hair, why don't I know how to chat." Long Xiaoze imitated her arrogant tone, curling his lips in disbelief: "I'll curse the third sister-in-law to lie in the room and be happy, what's wrong with being blessed and longevity?"

"Who has long hair and doesn't know much?" Qing Ling pointed at Long Xiaoze with a small tree branch in his hand, angrily threatened: "Say it again if you have the ability!"

Seeing that the two treasures were about to quarrel again, Mu Ziling glanced at the two of them amusedly and speechlessly: "Go ahead, I'll go first."

With that said, Mu Ziling closed the door behind him, preparing to leave this place of happy friends.

"Hey, third sister-in-law, don't rush to leave, wait." Long Xiaoze seemed to remember something behind him, got up and stopped her, and then deliberately said: "I received a shocking news from the imperial city this morning. Guess what it is?"

Mu Ziling stood still, and squinted angrily: "Fast, hurry up, I'm busy."

Long Xiaoze rubbed his nose with a naughty smile, and then he seemed to be gossiping, with a calm expression: "Didn't you work so hard to save Long Jingtian that day? It's a pity that it was a waste of work, he still has his braids."

"Long Jingtian is dead?" Mu Ziling was a little surprised.

"That's right, but it's not because of your inexperienced medical skills that made him die." Long Xiaoze nodded and shook his head, and then sighed casually: "Hey, you may not believe it, but it was his father who killed him with his own hands. Do you think this is a shocking thing?"

Hearing this, Qingling came closer and shook her head constantly: "So, does that old Manniu really want to kill himself, even his own son? How much does he hate the little Manniu? Tsk, tsk, tsk... really do it."

Listening to the two talking to each other, Mu Ziling vaguely guessed something, she subconsciously asked, "How is the Princess Fan?"

"I said Sister-in-law San, you are so predictable, don't mention it, this incident was caused by his wife." Long Xiaoze's peach blossom eyes sparkled, but he was still thinking about his chin in puzzlement: "However, I don't know how to attract it."

Mu Ziling's expression remained the same, but a cold light of knowing flashed in his eyes.

It must be that the concubine of the feudal prince took the crystal of flames to save her son's life without permission, and after returning home, the incident was revealed, which angered the prince of the feudal prince.

How did Long Xiaoze know that Mu Ziling was actually one of the culprits who caused Long Wenyu's six relatives to deny him.

I saw him gossiping about nothing to do with himself, while he was wondering: "I heard that the woman seemed to have touched the bottom line that Long Wenyu couldn't touch. When Long Wenyu learned about it, he was furious, so he strangled her to death, and then killed his son who was still injured... It's really strange. Could it be that the younger sister is right, Long Wenyu really listened to my words, wanted to kill his wife and son, and wanted to be alone?"

"You think too much." Mu Ziling cast a funny glance at the innocent child without any explanation.

She had heard from Long Xiaoyu before that there was an invisible energy in the flame crystal, which released infinite power. Because of this, the flame crystal was Long Wenyu's core treasure in the battlefield, and because of this, Long Wenyu was able to occupy land outside the domain and become king for a long time.

How about such an important and precious treasure, Long Wenyu naturally cherished it like he cherished his life, but now that the treasure Yan Zhijing, which is regarded as his life, is gone, it's no wonder he didn't go crazy.

But Mu Ziling knew it well, but at the same time she was a little puzzled.

It stands to reason that Long Wenyu should have killed Shangyu Palace immediately when he learned that Yan Zhijing asked the concubine of the feudal lord to pay for the consultation, why didn't there be any movement? Instead, listen to the news that he killed his wife and son in a frenzy?

Mu Ziling immediately thought of Long Xiaoyu.

Mu Ziling was about to look for Long Xiaoyu, when she suddenly thought of something, she reminded Long Xiaoze with a half-smile, "I said, Young Master Long, your uncle suddenly went crazy, he didn't recognize his relatives, and even started killing, why are you so leisurely drawing villains here?"

Long Xiaoze didn't understand what she meant, instead he raised his chin nonchalantly and said with a chuckle: "What's the matter with my young master if he goes crazy, could it be that he can still kill my young master? What a joke!"

Mu Ziling nodded pretending to be clear: "That's right, who is Young Master Long, who can move him? Thinking too much, isn't it?"

Hearing his mighty and domineering recognition, Long Xiaoze became even more arrogant: "That's natural—"

Unexpectedly, before he was finished with arrogance, Mu Ziling turned his head to leave, and said quietly: "No one can move Young Master Long, but I just don't know that now that the feudal prince's mansion is in chaos, Young Master Long, the emperor's father, is now in the palace. Will he be able to do what he wants, no one dares to offend."

One word awakened the person in the dream, Long Xiaoze's foolish expression suddenly changed, his anger changed, and he shouted coldly: "He dares!"

"Don't you say you're a lunatic? How dare you dare? You say—" Mu Ziling shrugged, turned around and didn't finish his conversation, Long Xiaoze was no longer there.

Looking again, the figure of Long Xiaoze running faster than a rabbit gradually drifted away.

"Dareless ghosts, where did you go, Ghost Shadow? Come out quickly, and go back to the imperial city with your master, something serious happened..." Long Xiaoze shouted, while running, and at the end he didn't forget to leave a farewell sentence: "Sister-in-law, I'm going back first, we will meet again in the imperial city."

Seeing Long Xiaoze's furious reaction, Mu Ziling couldn't laugh or cry.

In fact, she just said casually, Emperor Wenyin is also the king of a country, how could it be easily suppressed by a little vassal king?

It's just that the insane thing of Long Wenyu's killing of his wife and son has been formed in a subtle way, and it is inevitable that people should be wary of it. Besides, this matter can be big or small. Who would have expected that Long Wenyu would jump over the wall in a hurry and do something outrageous?

Just when Mu Ziling looked at Long Xiaoze's back, who jumped three feet high, Qing Ling walked up to her at some point and said, "Little Lingzi..."

Mu Ziling turned to look at her, pouted her lips in the direction Long Xiaoze was leaving, and said along the way: "Didn't you keep arguing to go to the imperial city, hurry up, go with him now."

Qingling was a little reluctant, and asked again: "What about you?"

"I still have some things to deal with, and it may take a few days. I will go to you after I finish." Mu Ziling said truthfully, and then coaxed: "Okay, don't dawdle, you have seen Long Wenyu's roughness, Long Xiaoze must not be able to fight alone, you have to follow him to help him."

"No, just like him, Long Wenyu raised his hand and picked him up..." Qingling pursed his lips in disgust, then nodded and agreed: "Okay, then I will go back with him first, and we will see you in the imperial city then."

"En." Mu Ziling nodded with a smile, and urged: "Go, go."

After Qingling turned and left, Mu Ziling curled her lips in relief, and a sly smile flashed across her eyes.

The opportunity to get along has been created, and the relationship and so on can only be cultivated by themselves.

-

Mu Ziling searched for Long Xiaoyu for a long time but couldn't find anyone.

On the way, he ran into Le Tian, ​​who was enjoying tea alone under the plum tree. After asking, he found out that Long Xiaoyu was practicing in a place full of aura on Miaowu Peak.

Through Lotte's guidance, Mu Ziling quickly found the place where Long Xiaoyu was practicing.

This is a vigorous and emerald green bamboo forest, without any flying insects or beasts, it is quiet and elegant, and there are wisps of refreshing smell floating in the air, like the rain after the rain, it is wonderful.

Mu Ziling, who was personally on the scene, guessed that this should be the rare spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Walking quietly all the way into the bamboo forest, Mu Ziling couldn't help secretly praising him.

I have to say, this is really a treasured place for practicing martial arts!

She had only come in for a while, and everyone felt like they were in a fairyland, and there was a sense of celestial lightness all over her body and mind, and she couldn't help but want to play with the whip.

Mu Ziling walked all the way, and finally came to the depths of the bamboo forest where the spiritual energy was most abundant.

At a glance, she saw Long Xiaoyu, who was dressed in a light white robe, with his eyes closed, sitting cross-legged in meditation.

At this time, a ray of sunlight that was not too light, passed through the emerald green bamboo leaves in the sky, and hit Long Xiaoyu's stunning face piecemeal, making his entire handsome face even more calm and cold, with a faint aura of indifference that should not be approached by strangers.

Mu Ziling stood still at the spot for a few seconds, without going over to disturb her.

Also in order to avoid disturbing Long Xiaoyu's meditation practice, Mu Ziling quietly moved behind a rock where he could hide, and waited quietly.

The bamboo forest is very quiet, so quiet that there is not even a sound of wind and grass.

Prompted by such a stable and quiet environment, Mu Ziling, who was half lying and half leaning on the rock, quickly closed his eyes, and dozed off with shallow and even breathing.

After an unknown amount of time, a muffled hum suddenly woke Mu Ziling from his sleep.

Hearing the sound, Mu Ziling opened her eyes suddenly, her brain had no time to react, she already looked at Long Xiaoyu reflexively.

At this time, Long Xiaoyu's face was as pale as paper, his forehead was covered with dense cold sweat, his thin lips were tightly closed, as if he was suppressing some pain.

"Well--"

Following this low muffled sound, a stream of bright red blood overflowed from the corner of Long Xiaoyu's mouth, gurgling down, instantly staining his white robe red.

A smear of blood flowed on the white clothes and slowly melted away, like a coquettish blooming Bana flower, shocking and dazzling.

Mu Ziling was so frightened that her heart skipped a beat, and she ran over in a hurry.

"How are you? Is the cold evil disease recurring?" Mu Ziling half-kneeled in front of Long Xiaoyu, and supported him, with deep distress and worry in his eyes.