After Mo Yunzhao finished speaking, the Medicine God revealed a bamboo strip in his hand, which was neatly arranged.

"Damn it."

The Medicine God roared and turned to run.

There's nothing we can do about it; he was a mischievous troublemaker when he was young.

When I was a child, my mother would chase me all over the mountain with this kind of bamboo stick.

This fear of being dominated by bamboo strips still lingers even now that he's old.

So when Mo Yunzhao revealed himself, he didn't even think twice before turning around and running away.

Mo Yunzhao lifted his foot and walked away.

Ling Jingyu caught up, "Master, A-Zhao..."

Okay, let him chase after me slowly. Let's watch the show.

Let Ah Zhao vent her anger.

The disciples of Medicine God Valley are busy everywhere, not just planting, collecting, or drying herbs.

Then they saw this scene.

The Medicine God ran ahead, the Crown Princess chased after him with a bamboo stick, and His Highness the Crown Prince followed leisurely behind, offering a few perfunctory words of advice.

Wow, what a vivid scene!

As the sun set, the disciples finished their work.

The Medicine God ran until he collapsed, refusing to run anymore.

He was hit several times, but he lay on the table with a grin on his old face.

Ah, youth is wonderful.

He sighed in that way.

The feeling of being chased all over the mountain by Mo Yunzhao with a bamboo stick was like returning to my childhood, when I was chased and beaten by my own mother.

It's great to be able to experience something like this even when you're old.

Mo Yunzhao didn't really hit him too hard, after all, respect for elders is still important.

I was just very angry at the time and needed to find an outlet to vent.

She has calmed down now.

Looking at the excited and satisfied Medicine God, and then at Mo Yunzhao who was drinking water with a calm expression, Ling Jingyu's heart was in turmoil.

"Ah Zhao, you..."

Has it recovered or not?

Mo Yunzhao knew what he wanted to ask, and said calmly, "No, otherwise would I have beaten him up?"

He endured that much pain, but still couldn't regain his memory. When he got angry, he wanted to beat up the Medicine God.

Of course, she also wanted to beat up Ling Jingyu.

Thinking about it, Mo Yunzhao glanced at Ling Jingyu.

Ling Jingyu straightened his back as she stared at him, then the next second, he bent his back slightly, reached into his personal space, and took out a feather duster for her.

"Bamboo strips lack presence; let's use a feather duster instead."

This is a family rule specifically for the Crown Princess.

Mo Yunzhao chuckled: "What kind of imposing presence do you need?"

The Medicine God looked up, "The aura of a shrew?"

Mo Yunzhao picked up the bamboo stick that was placed aside, and the Medicine God immediately lowered his head and sipped his tea in small sips, his beard getting wet with the tea.

"Is there any other way to recover my memory?" Mo Yunzhao still didn't give up.

Ling Jingyu frowned, but ultimately said nothing.

The Medicine God raised his head and shrugged. "No, the way you lost your memory is unusual, so it can't be restored by ordinary methods."

Mo Yunzhao glanced at Ling Jingyu again and said "Oh".

"Master, what would you like to eat? I'll make it for you."

When asked about the medicine god, he immediately tensed up, glancing at the bamboo strips placed to the side, "No, I'm not hungry, I don't want to eat, I'm not hungry at all, I don't want to eat at all."

Although he can run as fast as a young man, his old bones can't withstand the strain.

So cowardly.

Mo Yunzhao looked up and asked Ling Jingyu, "And you?"

“Uh…” Ling Jingyu hesitated for a moment, then smiled with his peach blossom eyes, “Whatever A-Zhao makes, I’ll eat.”

Ah Zhao has already asked, so we can't refuse her request.