The Love of Passerby A

Chapter 409: The Wulin Leader’s Fiancée (25)

The shopkeeper of Juxianfang was holding a green jade plaque with the word "Mo" in it and looked at the young man in front of him with some surprise.

But he immediately came to his senses and took the person to the upper room in the backyard.

As soon as he entered the room, the shopkeeper Ling Jiu kowtowed to Ling Moqing and called out respectfully, "Young Master."

"Yeah!" Ling Moqing waved his hand and asked Ling Jiu to stand up and speak.

"Young Master, you said before that you were going to Yunjian Villa to meet friends. Are you passing through Yuncheng now so you came to visit?" Ling Jiu asked with some doubt, "No spies near Yunjian Villa came to report your whereabouts before!"

Ling Moqing coughed slightly, trying to hide his inner embarrassment, but at the same time he knew that this matter could not be avoided, so he had to muster up the courage to say: "On the way here,

I was ambushed by the four demons of Xiaotu and suffered some minor skin injuries.

Therefore, I have been resting and recovering from my injury elsewhere for some time."

After hearing the news that his young master was injured, Ling Jiu couldn't help but feel worried.

But on second thought, the four ghosts of Xiaotu were just insignificant little characters at best and not very threatening, so his mood gradually calmed down.

Seeing that Ling Jiu did not continue to ask questions, Ling Moqing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

If Ling Moqing really told Ling Jiu everything about how he was poisoned and asked for help but accidentally entered someone else's house, I'm afraid that within a few days, such an embarrassing thing would reach his old father's ears.

When Ling Moqing thought about the possibility of such a situation happening, he felt a chill run down his spine.

"By the way, young master, where have you been recuperating during this period?" Ling Jiu was still a little worried, "Do you want to ask a doctor to take a good look at you?"

Ling Moqing: (._.)

What's going on? Didn't you ask this question just now? Why are you asking it now? Can't you just brush this off?

"Young Master." Seeing that his young master was a little dazed, Ling Jiu asked again, "Should we hire another doctor for you?"

Ling Moqing suddenly had an idea and took out the prescription he had copied down before. According to the number on it, he gave the first prescription to Ling Jiu.

"I was recuperating at the doctor's house before." Ling Moqing explained to Ling Jiu, "Skin injuries are minor, but the doctor found that I was poisoned, so he wrote me a recipe for detoxification. You should prepare it according to the prescription first!

I see nothing special about the herbs above, but the equipment for the fumigation bath may need to be specially made, so I will trouble you in the next few days."

Ling Jiu took the prescription and looked at it, and said suspiciously: "Young Master, this is clearly your own handwriting. Could it be that you wrote the prescription yourself?"

"Stop talking nonsense. That's a very capable doctor. How could he give me a handwritten prescription? I copied it down." Ling Moqing blushed and drove him out of the room. "I need to rest and recuperate now. Don't bother me unless you have something to do.

Oh, by the way, ask someone to go to Wuliupo to check if my sword is still there. If not, ask the headquarters to send me another one."

"Yes." After saying that, Ling Jiu bowed and left the room.

Ling Moqing thought to himself, "This Ling Jiu is such a strange person! I can't even remember what he looks like, but I am deeply impressed by his handwriting."

In fact, this also reflects Ling Moqing's unfamiliarity with the operating methods of Juxian Pavilion.

You know, ever since Ling Moqing's calligraphy skills have improved and he can show them off.

At the end of each year, all the approval documents submitted by the major branches of Juju Xiange were written by him personally.

In this way, the shopkeepers of each branch may not know what their young masters look like, but they must be very familiar with the handwriting used to write their year-end evaluations.

After all, every stroke of their pen may determine whether they can get a generous bonus.

Not long after Ling Jiu left, Ling Moqing lay down on the bed to rest.

After all, his current condition is that he has just recovered from a serious illness and has lost too much blood, so it is understandable that he needs to take a nap.

But he lay in bed and couldn't fall asleep. The scene of Su Xiangran admiring the flowers in the garden kept appearing in his mind.

A woman like that should live such a leisurely life in a courtyard with carved beams and painted pillars.

Her every frown and smile, combined with the surrounding scenes, is as beautiful as a painting.

"Why doesn't she like Jianghu people?" Ling Moqing was so perceptive that he could naturally sense her rejection of his identity. "When she was healing my wounds, she was focused, but as long as it was not related to the injuries, she was unwilling to say a word to me.

Am I really that bad? It shouldn’t be like this! "

Of course, no one would respond to him when he was talking to himself like this.

However, this was not a difficult problem for Ling Moqing.

After all, Juxian Pavilion is an organization that controls the news flow of the world.

As long as it is something Ling Moqing wants to know, no matter how secretive or complicated it is, it can be presented to him without reservation.

If you want to know why Su Xiangran hates you so much, you must trace back to the source and start investigating from the root.

Only in this way can we solve the mystery and find the key to the problem.

Ling Moqing secretly swore in his heart that he would make Su Xiangran look at him with new eyes.