"Wait for us?"

"ah?"

Ling Bufan and Ling Yunxi looked at each other, startled.

"Yes... the third young master said that you will definitely come to ask her, but she is very busy now and has no time to answer your questions... She asked you to give her three days, and after three days, she will come to the old man's door in person

Please say hello and apologize to the second master..."

"..."

Ling Bufan and Ling Yunxi had beeping expressions on their faces, feeling that there was something wrong with their ears.

"Xiaoying...are these words said to you by the third young master?" Tao Ding was relatively calm.

"That's right!" Xiaoying replied seriously, and took out the one coin for the three of them to see.

"Then... do you know what the third young master is doing in the room now?"

"This...I don't know, but in the afternoon, I refilled the third young master's tea several times, and she was reading a book...and she wrote a lot, and the room was full of paper..."

"She...is reading...writing?!" Ling Bufan responded with a serious face.

"Yeah!" Xiaoying pointed to the west wing: "It's over there..."

Ling Bufan pondered for a moment and flew up.

"I gonna go see……"

Dressed in clothes and robes, he moved towards the window of the west wing without making a sound.

He is at the third level of Xuanba, and he has long been able to do it silently.

He pierced the window paper and saw Ling Luoyu reading under the candlelight.

Her face was smeared with green plaster, and she was flipping through a thick pharmacopoeia and recording something on the paper.

At the corner of the table, there are a dozen pieces of rice paper with writing on it.

Ling Bufan's heart trembled violently, and tears flashed in his eyes.

Ever since Ling Luoyu became useless, he had become disheartened and felt that the Ling family's defeat was certain. Unexpectedly, today, the dead wood turned into spring, and Ling Luoyu started reading and writing again.

Glancing around, he saw that Ling Luoyu was holding the pen in a very strange way. It was not the posture they used. Instead, he was holding the tip of the pen with his fingers and writing quickly.

Surprised and doubtful in his heart, Ling Bufan calmly retreated.

"Xiao Ying...you have worked harder these days and stayed outside the young master's door to obey orders. If she wants to drink tea and have supper or something in the evening, there will be someone to take care of her!"

"Yes..." Xiaoying responded, looking a little aggrieved.

It's okay for Ling Luoyu to stay up late by himself, she still has to accompany him.

Ling Bufan knew what she was wronged about, so he immediately took out a silver coin from his waist and stuffed it into her.

"This is the cost of your hard work these days..."

"Thank you, old man!"

"Okay, let's make some ginseng soup to refresh the young master..."

"yes……"

Seeing Qian's eyes open, Xiaoying jumped away with a smile on his face.

"Chang Wu..."

"The Grand Duke..."

"As long as the third young master does not leave the house, there is no need to restrict her activities..."

"yes……"

"Also, if anything unexpected happens to the young master, you must tell me as soon as possible..."

"yes……"

With a flick of his robe sleeves, Ling Bufan's expression became much more relaxed and he strode away.

"Go...go back to sleep..."

Tao Ding quickly pushed Ling Yunxi to follow.

"Master, what did you see?"

They all knew that Ling Bufan must have seen something, otherwise he would never have looked so relaxed and asked Xiaoying to prepare ginseng soup for Ling Luoyu.

——

In the study, Ling Luoyu matched the names of the herbs in the pharmacopoeia with the herbs in his own memory, and then recorded them one by one.

After translating an entire book of medicinal herbs, the sky was already showing a slight twilight color.
Chapter completed!