Qin Yichuan took it expressionlessly, looked down at it, remained silent for a while, then his face returned to its original state, and he walked towards Feng Wu with tenderness: "Madam."
"Be careful." Feng Wu threw a bottle to Qin Yichuan without saying anything. Suddenly there was a master with internal power in the yard, and he felt it immediately.
"Okay, I'll be back later." He curled his lips while holding the bottle in his hand, and placed it carefully on his body.
Looking at Qin Yichuan's walking back, Fuling seemed to be thinking about something. She looked at Feng Wu, who was lowering his head and tinkering. A trace of worry flashed in his eyes, but he couldn't help but say: "You are really relieved."
Feng Wu stopped what he was doing, gently touched the medicinal herbs that had just been ground into powder, and said calmly, "Poria, don't you think my fate is similar to his?"
"I also have a secret. As long as I'm not an enemy, it doesn't matter to me." After saying that, he continued what he was doing.
Fu Ling sighed heavily: "I know you won't listen, forget it, just do whatever you want. Whatever step you take counts as one step."
The mountains are green and the woods are quiet, and the winding paths lead to secluded areas, but that's all. Qin Yichuan looked at the scene in front of him with no surprise in his eyes.
Walking along the secluded path, you can see the fragrance of Sanskrit. An old man dressed in white and with white hair stands tall and straight at the pavilion, watching the birds flying around.
"Everyone knows that the Master of the Northern Kingdom is currently in seclusion, but who knows that he is feeding birds in this secluded forest." Qin Yichuan walked over, his eyes were still golden at this moment.
The old man turned around and rolled up his sleeves, and looked at Qin Yichuan with a smile. He was actually a kind old man: "Hey, this is too bad. Retreat, retreat, is to close the door and not go out. I have been here since I came here, but I have never stepped out of the door.
"Bu, why can't it be a retreat?"
Qin Yichuan poured himself a cup of tea while minding his own business, and poured half a cup for the Imperial Master in a leisurely manner.
The forest was as quiet as the sky, with only the chirping of various birds and the sound of the wind blowing through the branches.
"You kid, let me take a look at your body first." He said and put his hand on his pulse point.
Qin Yichuan also let him go, happily picking up the teacup and sipping the tea.
A strange look flashed across the face of the Imperial Master, and then he looked at him: "You have been married for so long, and you haven't done anything yet. Why are you still a child? But you are in good health."
The words are full of contempt.
Qin Yichuan put down the teacup, and the strength in his hand increased by two points. Tea splashed out. He took back his hand and looked at the Imperial Master with a heavy look: "This is what you are saying with the Order of Feathers."
The Imperial Master retracted his hand disdainfully and snorted coldly: "You brat, I was the one who saved you back then. This is how you treat your benefactor."
Qin Yichuan was not affected at all and said calmly: "If others knew that the Imperial Master, whom everyone respects in the North, looks like a naughty boy, they would probably laugh out loud."
"You brat, you think that since I live in the woods, I don't know about the bad things you do. Do you really think that I can hide it from the public? If I didn't want someone to inherit my mantle, I would have beaten you to death a long time ago." He said harshly.
old man.
"Then what do you think, Master Guoshi?" Qin Yichuan looked up at him lazily.
The Imperial Master's face dropped as he said this, and he said with a serious expression: "Do you want to intervene, or..."
Before he finished speaking, he felt a sense of oppression. He was completely different from the old naughty boy just now.