When Qingyin heard this, her face and neck turned red. Then she thought that the master could do it, so she naturally knew what she said just now.
"It's getting late, I will take you to resolve the doubts in your heart today!" Lian said.
With the simple white sleeves, the master and apprentice disappeared from their original place.
Looking at the blue bamboo house in front of him, Qingyin wondered why his master brought her here.
Suddenly, the door of the bamboo house opened and a person came out from inside. When he saw Zhu Qing's face, Qingyin was obviously startled.
Because Zhu Qing at this moment was not the girl she saw during the day.
Now she seems to be several years older than during the day.
With every move, there is a mature woman's charm.
Lian, standing behind Qingyin, gently patted her shoulder with her soft palm and signaled: "Don't be afraid, I have already used the invisibility technique for my master, and she can't see us."
"Oh." Qingyin breathed a sigh of relief. Her eyes were on Zhu Qing and she had never left.
Zhu Qing came down from the steps, holding the clay pot I saw not long ago.
She walked to the stove next to her, placed the clay pot on the stove, and then skillfully lit the wood.
After a while, the fire burned on the stove.
The pot on the top quickly opened the pot, and a strange smell came from it.
It's a bit fishy, and a little smelly.
Qingyin couldn't help but cover her nose.
She was a little curious about what was boiled in the clay pot, and it smelled too bad.
It seemed that it had been boiled, Zhuqing lifted the clay pot and returned to the bamboo house.
"Master, can we go and have a look?" Qingyin begged, becoming more and more curious about Zhu Qing's growing curiosity.
Lian nodded.
The master and apprentice entered the yard and walked under a bamboo window frame.
Although the lights in the house are a little dim, it is not difficult to see the scene inside clearly.
The decorations of the house are very particular, antique and unique.
Walls and roof beams are hung with ink paintings everywhere, full of elegant style.
After Zhu Qing entered the house, he poured the soup from the clay pot into a small cup and held it carefully until the bed behind a piece of bead curtain.
On the couch was a young man with yellow complexion, dry limbs, black pupils without any spirit, and he looked at the beams of the roof empty.
"Husband, are you getting better today?" Zhu Qing put the medicine cup aside, and Bibo looked at the man on the couch with his eyes.
"It's so late, where have you been?" The man's voice was a little cold.
"I went to the town to get medicine. I'm sorry, I'll leave you alone at home." Zhu Qing looked at him with distress.
"Hmph! I thought you were not back!" The man looked at Zhu Qing sarcastically, and his unhappy eyes moved to one side, covering a touch of color in his eyes that he didn't want to see.
Qingzhu was not angry either. He held the man on the couch with both hands and smiled and said, "Husband, I just boiled medicine. You should drink it soon. As long as you drink it, your illness will be cured!"
Zhu Qing sat halfway beside the couch, supported the man with his body, and held the soup cup with one hand.
She scooped out a spoonful of spoons and placed it on her red lips. After the heat dissipated a little, she would feed it to the man's mouth.
The man pursed his lips tightly, as if he was unwilling to drink the soup.
"Husband, drink it quickly! If the medicine is cold, it will lose its medicinal properties!" Zhu Qing frowned, as if he was a little anxious.
These days, his condition has become worse and worse, and his temper has become more and more strange.
No matter what she does, she cannot make the man feel happy.