Chapter 829 Who do you look down on? I am not a gigolo.

Listening to that familiar, teasing voice, Song Yanxi was finally sure that she was not dreaming.

She turned to look at the master and disciple, the corners of her lips curled slightly, "How come Doctor Xi didn't send a letter before he came to the capital, so that I could go to the city to pick you up."

"Pick us up?" Xi Lin rolled his eyes, "Just lie to yourself, I won't be fooled.

I have heard a lot about your deeds as a miracle doctor along the way, but I dare not trouble you to come."

He glanced at Mo Jinchuan and snorted, "If someone hadn't written to me saying there was something important that I had to do, I wouldn't have bothered to come to this shabby place in the capital."

Xi Lin said this, looking around and asked, "How come the Yan Mansion is so big, they don't even prepare some fruits and snacks?"

He touched his half-full stomach and said unhappily, "Let me be frank with you, I'll help you, but you have to have five meals a day.

Each meal consists of six meat dishes, two vegetable dishes, a soup, and four desserts. "I can't miss any of them."

Mo Jinchuan glanced at him sideways, "Why don't you die of stuffiness?"

Xi Lin glared at him, "You can't afford it, right? Disciple, let's go!"

Chang Jiu sighed heavily, then knelt on the ground in front of several people, hugged his legs and shouted, "Master, please give the prince and princess a favor and stay."

Xi Lin raised an eyebrow, "Stay?"

Chang Jiu nodded quickly, his expression numb.

It's obvious that this kind of situation has happened many times before.

Xi Lin seemed to be enjoying it, and snorted softly, "Alright, I'll give you a favor and stay here reluctantly."

Hearing this, Chang Jiu stood up and was about to go over to move a chair for him.

As soon as he reached Song Yanxi's side, his eyes suddenly widened, and he pointed at Li Zhuang's body and shouted, "Master, look!"

Xi Lin raised his eyelids and said, "Why are you so nervous? You have been through a lot with me. Don't be so impatient and make a fool of yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, he widened his eyes, looked at Song Yanxi and then at Li Zhuang lying there, his eyebrows twitching violently.

After a while, he asked, "Who did it?"

Song Yanxi handed over a handkerchief and briefly explained their previous speculation.

Xi Lin gritted his teeth and cursed, "It's this woman again! I knew nothing good would come of it if I got involved with her."

He looked at Li Zhuang who was lying there silently, and seemed to want to curse, but swallowed the words back when they came to his lips.

After all, you are a master now, so you should be more kind in your words.

Patting his belly, he was about to speak when he heard the young apprentice beside him softly ask, "Master, can I try?"

Xi Lin's eyes lit up and he said, "How could I forget about you!"

Hearing this, Song Yanxi and Mo Jinchuan both thought of Chang Jiu's talent.

He can accurately identify the specific ingredients of a bag of ground medicinal powder, and it will definitely be useful in other places.

Meeting Song Yanxi's gaze, Chang Jiu said a little embarrassedly, "Princess, please don't be angry if I smelled it wrong."

Seeing his useless look, Xi Lin raised his foot and gently kicked his butt. "Hurry up and get down to business. There will be plenty of time for you to reminisce later."

Without waiting for Song Yanxi to speak, he continued, "Smell it carefully. If you can be of great help, the princess might be willing to teach you acupuncture if she's happy."

Changjiu's eyes lit up instantly, and his voice stuttered with nervousness, "I will definitely smell it well."

"You're useless." Xi Lin turned around and shouted outside, "An Yi, quickly tell the kitchen to prepare a full banquet for me. I've been starving all the way here."

Looking at Xi Lin, whose face was rosy and pale from eating so much and who was obviously fatter than when they parted, Mo Jinchuan felt that Chang Jiu might be more suitable to say these words.

Look at the child’s thin arms and legs, you can tell that all those good things went into his stomach.

As a friend of many years, Xi Lin immediately guessed what Mo Jinchuan was thinking at the moment with just one glance.

He hurriedly said, "Don't try to put the blame on me. This kid must have been starved before, and now he won't gain weight no matter how much he eats.

I haven't eaten less every day, but I haven't gained a pound."

When he talked about this matter, he was full of anger.

"Tell me, I only have this one disciple, and I treasure him so much that I want to keep him in my crotch. How can I let him starve?

That old woman not only refused to listen to any reason, but before leaving she even poured a basin of foot washing water on me and called me a heartless person. Who can I turn to for justice?

When Xi Lin thought of the taste of the foot washing water, he quickly spat a few times and raised his hand, saying, "Quick, quick, water."

Mo Jinchuan poured him a glass of water and handed it to him, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

Knowing that he must have been holding back his fart, Xi Lin cursed, "Come to my room tonight. I'll treat you to a drink to your heart's content."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chang Jiu's excited voice rang out, "Master, the taste comes from his mouth."

Xi Lin said without thinking: "What nonsense! It looks like he was killed by someone's internal force. How can it taste good?"

Even though he said this, he stood up and walked over to Chang Jiu and said, "Turn around, I won't scare you later."

Upon hearing this, Chang Jiu quickly turned his head away.

Xi Lin looked at Li Zhuang's grayish face, sighed, threw the square handkerchief on his face, and pinched it lightly a few times with his slender fingers through the handkerchief.

"It doesn't look like it's hiding anything. Let's open it and take a look."

He said this and took two steps back.

Seeing that Mo Jinchuan didn't make a move, he sneered and asked, "You don't think I would do such rough work, do you?"

Before he could make a sarcastic remark, Xi Lin spoke up, "I'm just a lousy healer. Why would I need such good skills? The strength to give acupuncture is enough for me."

As he spoke, he chuckled and said, "As for you, you haven't had any battles recently, so you should pay attention to your training during the weekdays."

He was clearly talking about serious matters, but with that malicious smile on his face, Song Yanxi always felt that what he said was not good.

Mo Jinchuan didn't even give him a spare glance. He walked up to him, said "I'm sorry", and quickly dislocated Li Zhuang's jaw.

There was a "click" sound, and Xi Lin hurried forward, squeezed him aside and said, "Good disciple, hurry up, the smell will dissipate soon."

Chang Jiu quickly turned around, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Xi Lin reminded him, "Remember this flavor and mix it later."

Chang Jiu was so focused on sniffing that he didn't even bother to talk to him, his brows furrowed tightly.

Song Yanxi watched and realized belatedly that something was wrong.

The master and disciple don't look like this is the first time they've encountered something like this. Instead, they look like they are very experienced?

Catching a glimpse of her eyes, Xi Lin said awkwardly, "Don't think too much. I wouldn't do anything as damaging as poisoning someone."

He turned his head to look towards the door, cleared his throat and said, "As you know, I don't have any special hobbies..."

Mo Jinchuan interrupted him and said, "Get to the point."

Xi Lin touched his nose and whispered, "When we are traveling, three meals a day are important.

You all know that Changjiu has a keen nose. When he walks down the street, he can tell which shop makes the best dish just by smelling it."

Mo Jinchuan's face was as dark as ink. "The money I gave you is not enough?"

Xi Lin slapped a stack of banknotes on the table and said angrily, "Who are you looking down on? I'm not a gigolo."