Then Ling Yun casually said, "It's useless to be envious. If you're not a biological child, you don't have that fate."

Xiahou Zheng clenched his fists.

Xiahou Qing was present, and Su Xiaoxiao took Xiahou Yi's pulse and performed acupuncture treatment in a proper manner.

Xiahou Yi also continued his terminally ill attitude and did not make any provocative moves towards Su Xiaoxiao.

"City Lord, that's enough."

Su Xiaoxiao said to Xia Houqing, "Just continue taking the medicine according to the original prescription given by Elder Qiu."

Xiahou Qing felt relieved and whispered to Xiahou Yi, "Second Uncle, you should take good care of yourself. Old Qiu has gone to find medicine for you. When he comes back, he will definitely make you well again."

Xiahou Yi ignored him and looked at Su Xiaoxiao beside him.

Su Xiaoxiao asked in confusion: "Why is Second Master looking at me like that?"

Xiahou Qing looked at Xiahou Yi and asked, "Second Uncle...do you have something to ask Doctor Qin?"

Su Xiaoxiao: The feeling of being stared at by a poisonous snake comes again.

Xiahou Yi tapped the armrest with his fingertips a few times.

Xiahou Qing said to Su Xiaoxiao: "My second uncle said thank you, thank you for your help."

What a pretentious person!

Su Xiaoxiao said with a smile on her face: "Second Master, you are too polite. It is my honor to treat you. Ah, but I want to remind you of something. I am from the Baihua Palace. The Baihua Palace has made too many enemies recently. I am afraid that someone will deliberately come to you to make trouble in order to frame the Baihua Palace. City Lord, you must be careful."

Block your retreat! See how you can pretend to be sick and put the blame on me! Xiahou Qing thought it made sense: "I will have people guard it strictly."

Su Xiaoxiao kindly reminded: "Ordinary guards may not be enough."

Xiahou Qing nodded: "I'll let a few elders take turns to come over and guard."

Xiahou Yi stared at Su Xiaoxiao with a deathly look.

Su Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows.

Come on, jump up and hit me.

After coming out, Xiahou Qing saw Ling Yun and Xiahou Zheng seemed to be talking, and asked Ling Yun: "What did you talk about with your elder brother?"

Ling Yun said indifferently: "I don't have a big brother."

Xiahou Qing was spurned by his son again. He looked a little embarrassed and his eyes darkened.

"Stay for lunch at noon."

“No.”

"you--"

Xiahou Qing saw that the step he had given Ling Yun was completely crushed by Ling Yun, and he could not help but become more and more angry: "Don't take advantage of my pampering you and disrespect your elders!"

On Qianshan Island, no one dared to talk to him like that!

Ling Yun chuckled and said, "You almost beat me to death in my mother's womb. You really dote on me."

Xiahou Qing choked.

Ling Yun said to Su Xiaoxiao: "Let's go."

"Oh." Su Xiaoxiao followed obediently.

Xiahou Qing was so angry that he was fuming.

Every time I feel that my relationship with my son has taken a step closer, I get pissed off at him.

What a rebellious son!

Xiahou Zheng smiled and said, "Foster father, don't take it to heart. Lin'er probably can't accept his life experience for the time being. When he figures it out after a while, he will understand your painstaking efforts. How can a father and son hold a grudge overnight?"

Xiahou Qing sighed helplessly: "If he could be half as sensible as you and the second brother, I wouldn't have such a headache. You are the eldest brother, so be more tolerant of him."

Xiahou Zheng said respectfully: "What did you say, foster father? Lin'er is very good, why should we tolerate her?"

Xiahou Qing was very pleased with these words.

No matter how much Ling Yun makes him angry, he is still his own son, the flesh and blood that Yun Xi left to him.

He can be annoyed with him, but he doesn't like others to slander him.

Thinking of the injustice Ling Yun suffered today, he frowned and said, "Old Third..."

Xiahou Zheng hurriedly said, "It's my fault for not disciplining my third brother. He said something he didn't care about. If he ever wakes up, I, as his eldest brother, will definitely teach him a lesson."

A chance to wake up...

Xiahou Qing waved his hand: "Forget it, he has to be taught a lesson. Let him be careful with his words and actions in the future."

He just said "forget it", without any intention of scolding Baihua Palace for being too harsh.

Xiahou Zheng cupped his hands and responded, "Yes, foster father."

Xiahou Qing was ready to leave.

Xiahou Zheng said, "Foster father, it's almost time for lunch. I brought back a great chef from the Western Jin Dynasty. Let him cook some Western Jin Dynasty dishes for you."

"No need, I have something else to do."

Xiahou Qing left after saying this.

Xiahou Zheng looked at his adoptive father's receding figure, a hint of complexity flashing across his eyes.

The trusted guard stepped forward and said, "My Lord, isn't the city lord a little too... partial?"

Xiahou Zheng said coldly: "In the past, the four of us always tried our best to gain our foster father's respect and love. Only now do I understand that some people are born with these and more without any effort."

What Yun Lin had at his fingertips was what they had been longing for.

What’s even more infuriating is that Ling Yun looks like he doesn’t care at all.

How could they bear this? ! In the carriage.

Su Xiaoxiao crossed her fingers and said innocently, "Ling Yun, do you want to go see the city lord?"

Ling Yun: "No."

A quarter of an hour later, Xiahou Qing saw Ling Yun again.

He was delighted, but his face remained calm: "Have you figured it out? Are you back for dinner?"

Ling Yun stretched out his hand: "Consultation fee."

Xiahou Qing: “…” - On the other side, Wei Ting, Su Mo, and Jing Yi came to the scene of yesterday’s incident—the half-destroyed backyard of the embroidery building.

In order to wait for compensation from the City Lord's Mansion, the proprietress had the backyard cordoned off and no one was allowed to move.

The scene was well protected, especially the more than three-foot deep pit.

Jing Yi: “Wow.”

Su Mo looked at Wei Ting who was squatting in the pit fiddling with something and asked, "Did you find any clues?"

"Um."

Wei Ting picked up some clay with his fingertips and rolled it around. "Luckily the pit is deep enough and the clay underneath is moist enough. A lot of it must have gotten onto her shoe soles."

"Over there." Su Mo pointed to a roof on the right.

There was a bit of dried clay there.

Wei Ting said: "Go and have a look."

After searching several rooftops, Wei Ting made a new discovery: "She didn't hide from Xiaoxiao on purpose. Or rather, hiding from Xiaoxiao wasn't the only reason. There was another person here at the time, and she was chasing her."

Following the clues along the way, Wei Ting and the other two found a secluded alley.

There were spots of blood in the corners.

At this point, the saint disappeared.

But Wei Ting discovered new footprints.

Jing Yi asked: "Is the Saint injured?"

Wei Ting nodded: "Most likely."

Su Mo said: "Her martial arts skills are so high, there aren't many people who can hurt her, right?"

Wei Ting analyzed, "Not many. Even if she can't win, it won't be a problem for the Saint to escape unscathed. Either the Saint's body is in trouble, or the opponent's martial arts are far superior to hers, such as Jiang Guanchao, or the elders of the City Lord's Mansion. But Jiang Guanchao left the island to capture Lou Bufan, and the elders have no grudges against the Saint."

Su Mo agreed: "It seems that something is wrong with her. We need to find her as soon as possible."

Fortunately, Wei Ting’s brain is really sufficient.

Half an hour later, he found a brothel based on clues along the way.

Wei Ting's mouth twitched: "Why is it a brothel again?"

Cheer for the Saint 　　 　 (End of this chapter)