47: C47 Bed Rest

C47 Bed Rest

Immortal pills? She did!

If he had points, how could he not have Pill s?

Getting back to life is a bit too much, but if we were to extend our lifespan...

Luo Jianjian had an idea. In order to succeed in becoming her disciple, she couldn't bear to part with her child. Wasn't it just a "immortal pill"? She just took it out!

Originally, she didn't want to expose too much. If she took out what she had learned in the past, she would be treated as a monster in ancient times. Since she could deal with it with "immortal pills", she didn't have to rack her brains to think of a solution.

The next day.

Recently, Luo Yuyan's image in front of Prime Minister Luo had deviated from its course. First Madam had set her sights on Master Ling Tian, so if Luo Yuyan could shine during Master Ling Tian's meeting, how could Prime Minister Luo not change his mind then?

Although First Madam initially wanted to keep her daughter in the spotlight, it was a pity that things were not as they had been in the past. She could only come up with this plan.

Fortunately, Master Ling Tian was renowned far and wide, and was worthy of being her daughter's master.

First Madam thought of everything very well. She dressed Luo Yuyan meticulously early in the morning.

"Yuyan, no matter what, we have to show off during the disciple recruitment. Only then will your father be able to think of us again, do you understand?"

Luo Yuyan nodded heavily, "Don't worry mother, your daughter has heard of it. As long as you can move Master Ling Tian with your abilities, you can become Master Ling Tian's disciple."

"Yes, Mother believes in you."

On the other side, Second Madam had the same plan. Recently, the Prime Minister hadn't even bothered to visit them, so this wasn't good enough. Did the Prime Minister really think that she was the one who sent people to make the poison in the Prime Minister's Mansion?

It must be First Madam's fault! How could she be willing?

Before the sun rose, Second Madam got up to find clothes for Luo Ke'er to wear today. She also took a bunch of pearls and pearls. Didn't they say that the first appearance of Master Ling Tian's disciple had to be good?

Her Ke'ersheng was so beautiful. If she were to dress up carefully, she would definitely be able to suppress everyone!

"Ke'er, it's up to you if your father can change his mind." After her Ke'er became Master Ling Tian's disciple, the Prime Minister's face would also light up. At that time, he would definitely be able to ignore his past hatred and return to pampering them.

"I don't want to be Master Ling Tian's apprentice... "But for the sake of Father continuing to pamper us, Mother, Ke'er will definitely do her best!" Without her father's care, Luo Ke'er's life in the manor became even more miserable for her and her mother. As such, Luo Ke'er was more anxious than Luo Yuyan was because Luo Yuyan was the direct daughter of Prime Minister's Mansion, and Luo Yuyan would have it even if she didn't need to say anything.

And the thing she wanted, she had to fight for with her full strength!

Luo Yuyan, just you wait!

Luo Jianjian's stratagem from last time was very good. Now that the conflict between the two families was growing to the point where the same mountain couldn't hold two tigers, it made her situation a lot easier.

"Miss, please wake up. Weren't you going to register at Master Ling Tian's Disciple's Assembly today? Why are you still sleeping! "

"Miss … Wake up, it's too late for you! "

"Miss …"

Luo Jianjian was sprawled on the bed with her blanket tucked between her legs. After she was woken up by Xiao Yue, she frowned and turned over, patting her hand away, "Oh, stop messing around, let me sleep a little more."

"Miss, we can't sleep any longer. We really won't make it in time!"

No matter how hard Xiao Yue tried to shout, Luo Jianjian's eyes never opened.

Feng Qing was waiting outside the door. "Princess hasn't woken up yet?"

Hearing Feng Qing's voice, Xiao Yue tried even harder to pull at her young miss: "Miss, you can't sleep anymore. Xiao Yue, please, can you please get up? Will you sleep when you get back? "

Seeing the sky brightening, Luo Jianjian was unable to wake up. "Young miss …"

Outside the city, a pure white carriage was approaching at a steady pace.

The one driving the horse was a young manservant. This manservant was handsome and had the aura of a bookworm.

He spoke in a refined tone, "Master, which disciple do you wish to accept?"

Although it was easy to release, but if one wanted to become the disciple of a Master, they had to have something special about it.

Master Ling Yun, ah, that is a peak existence. To the servant's knowledge, there doesn't seem to be anything that Master Ling Yun doesn't know of? Eighth Prince, whose martial arts were unfathomably high, might even be willing to admit defeat.

The most crucial point was that the master was clearly over forty years old, yet he looked to be around twenty years old. If those people saw him, who knows how they would react.

It was a pity that Master Ling Yun, who was so outstanding, did not have any confidence. The reason he had accepted a disciple this time, was because he wanted a wish from the person on Master Ling Yun's heart.

Sigh … What a pity, the person whom the master loves has been ill for a long time, I'm afraid not much time has passed.

It must have been hard on you, master.

Perhaps this was the envy of the heavens over a beauty, or perhaps this was the life of a beauty?

"She likes it." Master Lingyun's interest was shallow. The carriage was made up of a soft, soft bed, and a pale, sickly woman was peacefully sleeping.

Master Ling Yun stood beside the soft couch with one hand tightly holding onto the girl. If she liked it, she was happy and everything was fine.

"Cough, cough …" On the soft couch, the woman looked like she was twenty years old. In fact, she was already forty years old.

If it wasn't for an opportunity from many years ago, their appearances would have been frozen. After all these years, aside from the fact that they had grown older, their appearances hadn't changed at all.

When the woman coughed, Grandmaster Ling Yun's heart creased. He slowly infused his strong inner force into the woman's body, and her tightly knitted brows due to pain gradually relaxed …

In next to no time, the woman fell into a deep slumber.

"Tong'er …" Master Ling Yun muttered in a low voice, the pain in his eyes obvious.

If he could, he would rather lie here, as long as she was safe.

"Master, don't be too sad. Aunt Tong will do whatever she wants. She will definitely find a way!" The manservant encouraged him.

After so many years of searching in the north and south of the river just for Aunt Tong to find spiritual medicine, the manservant had followed by his side and witnessed everything.

There were no longer any movements in the carriage. The attendant became more alert and focused on travelling.

He heard that there was a Godly Doctor called "Lin Zimo" in Beijing. Maybe Divine Doctor Lin would have a way? Even if he could continue Aunt Tong's life, Master would not feel so bad about it.

Luo's Pavilion.

"Mistress?" When Feng Qing saw who it was, he let his guard down.

Seeing the man descending from the sky, he was as dazzling as a god. Other than Eighth Prince, there was no one else.

Didn't Mistress want to welcome Master Ling Tian? Why did he come to the Luo's Pavilion?

"Well, is she up?" Murong Yun glanced at the unlocked door.

Ever since she gave him the medicinal herb for the antidote, she had always been hiding from him. Why?

Today, Murong Yun had already arrived at the city gate, but she was nowhere to be seen. Thus, he could not help but take the initiative to come over.

"Mistress, no." Feng Qing felt a headache coming on. In the past few days, he had finally experienced Princess Hua-Yang's ability to stay bedridden.2

"…"

Murong Yun's body was cold. He waved his hand and Feng Qing consciously retreated to the side.

"Miss, we really can't sleep anymore …" Xiao Yue's voice was hoarse.

Suddenly, she heard movement behind her. She turned around and saw the breathtakingly beautiful Eighth Prince appearing out of nowhere.

"Eighth Prince?!" Xiao Yue rubbed her eyes, she must have seen wrongly.

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