The mute slave looked at Qiao Mu coldly, his eyes darkening slightly, as if he didn't understand what she was talking about.
Qiao Mu finally calmed down, coughed lightly, and instantly became serious.
"Ahem, that, I haven't noticed yet, but if you go south, you may be able to see the marks they left."
What is impulsive and not impulsive? It's so stupid. Why do you just say it out loud after thinking about it?
She doesn't really want to do anything to others, she just can't help but look at them a few more times.
"Well, dumb slave, you are indeed not in good health right now. Why don't you take a rest and start your journey again tomorrow?"
This proposal is definitely not to stay an extra day or take advantage of him.
Rather, the mute slave looks really weak now, and his face is as pale as paper, which makes people feel really distressed to see him.
Even, the way she looked at him, this beautiful face, pale with a little red, Qiao Mu suspected that he was still feverish.
However, the mute slave wouldn't let her touch him, and she didn't know what his current situation was.
"Mute slave, can you let me test your temperature?
I have medicine here and can give you the right medicine."
After all, he is a person from Tianji Hall. Although he has not studied medicine seriously, he can still learn a little bit under the influence of Feng Jiuer.
Qiao Mu is confident that he can handle a simple wind and cold.
As long as you don't let the condition get worse, you can get better with just a few clicks. The key is to see how hot he is now.
"It's not that I'm cold, it's just that the wound is not healed and the heat is brought out by the wound."
The mute slave continued to walk forward without any hesitation in his steps.
"If you treat me like a normal typhoid fever and prescribe medicine to me, not only will I not get better, but my injuries may even get worse."
"This..." Qiao Mu was stunned, his face suddenly turned red, and he couldn't even speak.
How could she forget that the mute slave has been with Jiu'er for so long? Jiu'er is a miracle doctor. The mute slave can hear and see more than she does, and naturally knows more than she does.
If it is not typhoid fever, but the person is infected with typhoid fever, the fever will be increased, and it will indeed be worse.
Alas, she, a half-baked medical student, really hasn’t learned enough.
"But, I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on."
Qiao Mu chased after him, not daring to get too close, but not too far away either.
"How about we rest for another half day and set off in half a day?"
"There is no one to take care of Jiu'er. I'm afraid she won't adapt."
The mute slave still didn't look back or stop.
Qiao Mu was a little frustrated. This guy's heart and mind were all about Jiu'er. Why couldn't he focus on others?
Jiu'er already has the Ninth Prince. Alas, even if he breaks up with the Ninth Prince, there will still be Mu Mu waiting in line. Where will his turn be?
However, the Ninth Prince, Mu Mu, and Mute Nu all seem to have... single-wheeled looks, they are really not that far apart.
"Okay, you can walk, but don't walk too fast. Your health is really not good."
"I know."
Qiao Mu looked at the disobedient man in front of him. He usually didn't think he looked so manly, but now, the more he looked at him, the more interesting he felt.
Even though he didn't know martial arts, even though he was just a servant, and even though he didn't even want to say a word, he was gentle and quiet the whole day, like an obedient child.
However, she now feels more and more that all these things only happen when she is in front of Jiu'er.
Apart from Jiu'er, he doesn't look like a servant at all, he even has a noble aura about him.
Even now, he doesn't talk much, even if he is gentle and quiet, but such gentleness and quietness are not the kind of well-behaved and docile.
It was a kind of indifference, loneliness, arrogance, and even arrogance! Why was it so different from the mute slave next to Jiu'er?
But it is this kind of temperament that makes him even more charming, as if... Eh! He seems to have the flavor of the Ninth Prince! Well, the more I look at him, the more he looks like that.
Whether it was the figure, appearance, or temperament... Suddenly, Qiao Mu stopped abruptly and stared at the mute slave's slender back, feeling a little nervous.
How could she think that Ninth Prince and Mute Slave... Shen Yun are really similar?
If you didn't know their identities, you would have thought they were brothers.
It's really weird, how could you have such an idea?
In a blink of an eye, the mute slave had already walked some distance away.
After Qiao Mu was stunned for a moment, he immediately chased after him.
"Mute slave, are you really able to do this?
Do you want to stop and rest?”
The mute slave said nothing and continued to move forward, his back cold and hard.
Qiao Mu walked beside him and looked sideways at his face: "Mute slave, do you have a name?
Jiu'er keeps calling you dumb slave, but I don't even know what your real name is."
"No name, no surname."
"..." I feel a little sad for no reason, nameless and nameless, as if no one feels pain.
"So, where is your family?
When did you enter Feng Mansion?
Do you still have contact with your previous family members?”
She just wanted to know more about him, and inexplicably wanted to know everything about him.
But the more I understand, the more distressed I feel.
The mute slave did not answer this question, and Qiao Mu probably guessed that not only was he nameless, he also had no family.
So everything about him is centered on Jiu'er.
Wherever Jiuer is, he will go.
He may not have any pursuits in his life. As long as Jiu'er lets him stay with him, he can live his life like this.
This is how a mute slave feels to others, but Qiao Mu feels that a mute slave shouldn't live like this.
Why does his temperament always make people feel that he should do something big?
The mute slave walked very quickly, and Qiao Mu was left behind by him once because he was thinking about something.
When he catches up again, he still moves forward unhurriedly and will not change his pace because of whether she follows or not.
Qiao Mu still refused to give up and asked again: "Yu Nu, do you really plan to follow Jiu'er for the rest of your life?"
The mute slave did not answer this question, but such a cold mute slave was not annoying at all.
Qiao Mu looked at him: "But have you ever thought that one day Jiu'er will get married?"
The mute slave paused. This was the only time he really stopped.
However, he only paused for a moment, and then he continued walking forward without any further delay.
"As long as Jiu'er still needs me, no matter who she marries or where she goes, I will still be her servant and take care of her and her new master for the rest of their lives."
Qiao Mu let out a breath, feeling really resentful.
Why can't the dumb slave's head turn around?
In fact, there is no need for him to be a subordinate all the time! Jiu'er doesn't treat him as a subordinate! He can also be a master himself. As long as he is willing, she will work hard to make money and let him be the master in the future.
