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Chapter 4 Fate, Fate

"May I ask if your name is Taifu?" the young man in white said in a clear voice.

A look of pride flashed in Wen Xiaoyun's eyes.

Although time travel comics are not as rigorous as official history, she still did a lot of data research.

So she still knows the general ancient expressions.

For example, this Taifu is asking what your name means.

She clasped her hands and saluted again, smiled and was about to answer when a voice suddenly came from her brain waves: Master host, I forgot to remind you that the identity of the ashes before was your current identity and the same name. You were assassinated just now.

Burn it to a handful of ashes. For safety reasons, let’s keep the name a secret.”

"F*ck--" Wen Xiaoyun couldn't help but cursed. It was indeed a trick to the system. She had already revealed her last name just now, but the system just remembered to remind her that she was really cheating her without any discussion.

"?" The young man in white raised his eyes in confusion, "I'm sorry for my clumsy ears——"

Wen Xiaoyun stretched out her hand and quickly interrupted the young man in white with a guilty conscience. She smiled awkwardly and said: "I mean, my name is Wucao. My surname is Wen. My full name is Wenwucao. Dancer Wu, Qingqing Grassland

of grass.”

After saying that, she wiped her sweat secretly and was secretly pleased with her adaptability. At first glance, Wucao sounds pretty good. Xiaoyun, you are such a clever little kid~

The young man smiled heartily, bowed his hands, and said, "My name is Bai Yuhan, and each word is a bird. "The white clouds go away leisurely" means white; "The jade is dark, the dragon is stinging, and the gold is cold, and the wild geese are flying."

Wen Xiaoyun's complacency just now disappeared thousands of miles away in an instant.

Compared with other people's export skills, my level of "dancing grass" is basically equal to the level of illiteracy.

The young man seemed to have talked too much and his body was very weak. He coughed twice and continued to ask, "It is not difficult to tell that Bai is ill. What is difficult is to confirm it at a glance."

Wen Xiaoyun's heart trembled.

On the surface, this white owl appears to be harmless to humans and animals, but in fact, it touches on its vital points in just one sentence.

However, such small problems cannot trouble Wen Xiaoyun at all.

Although his poetry quality is not as good as that of Bai Yao, he is a popular cartoonist after all. He can create whatever lines he wants with his mouth.

"Brother Bai, have you ever heard of the saying that silt can maintain health?"

"Milt can also keep you healthy? Why didn't you say you could go directly to the sky?" The duck-voiced guard almost laughed out of anger, "I said you, little black boy, can you find some reliable excuse to lie to people?"

Wen Xiaoyun was not annoyed, "The medical skills that Wen practices are different from other places, and are rarely heard of by the world. However, although it is a niche, the medical skills are indeed correct.

Just now I saw Mr. Bai Yao's cheeks flushed, and when he was ill, he had a cone-like pain in his temples. I also caught a glimpse of a pot of boiling medicine on the shore, and I guessed that it must be a fever and headache that could not be relieved by wading in the ice water."

When the male duck heard Wen Xiaoyun's explanation, he hurriedly asked, "My young master has been ill for many years, and many doctors have been unable to do anything. How come you, a little black kid with no hair at all, can do something?"

Wen Xiaoyun curled her lips, "If you don't believe it, there's nothing I can do about it."

"Bai Yu believes in this fate." Bai Yu smiled and winked at his subordinates.

The duck-voiced guard bowed his head respectfully and said no more.

Wen Xiaoyun raised his hand and snapped his fingers, "Then let's start making medicine."

Bai Ya looked at her doubtfully, "Brother Wu Cao, do you have any precious herbs on him?"

Wen Xiaoyun turned his gaze to the side and fixed on a row of willow trees on the river bank, "Far away in the horizon, close in front of you."


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