Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort

No matter what Mu Ziling thought, he couldn't connect a woman with the iron-blooded and tender side of the ice-cold great god master he saw before.

But with the bright and colorful famous seal as proof, this picture of beauty was drawn by Long Xiaoyu's great god master.

If it is said that the great god master has something to do with this woman, the devil would believe it.

Mu Ziling didn't know what was wrong with her, she never liked to gossip about other people's affairs, but at this moment she wanted to know who the woman in the painting was for no reason.

This seems to be a curiosity factor entangled in my mind, and I can't get rid of it no matter what.

then……

"If this woman is not your teacher's wife, do you know her? Or..." Mu Ziling looked at the painting in front of her, rolled her eyes slowly, and then seriously guessed in a gossip tone: "Hey, you Say, will this woman be liked by your great god master..."

Unexpectedly, Long Xiaoyu interrupted Mu Ziling's gossip-inducing question before she could fully blurt it out.

I saw Long Xiaoyu stretch out his slender fingers, and knocked on Mu Ziling's head in a bad temper: "What's in your little head? You think about something or nothing, this little head If you are idle, then think more about this king and don't think about other people."

Having not been knocked on the head by Long Xiaoyu, I didn't feel anything yet, but now being knocked by him with such a sharp blow, Mu Ziling suddenly felt like his head was anemic and dizzy.

Not caring about why her head was still dizzy, Mu Ziling rubbed her aching head, imitating Long Xiaoyu's tone, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Think about me more, don't think about other people...Damn it Ah, where is the king, His Royal Highness Fan Qi, he is so domineering and petty..."

How could Long Xiaoyu hear so well, how could he not hear Mu Ziling's murmur?

So, when Mu Ziling was still teasing Long Xiaoyu's bad temper—

Long Xiaoyu suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed her slender chin with his index finger, narrowed his eyes dangerously and looked at her, and dragged his long tail: "What are you talking about my lord again? Huh?"

At this moment, the four eyes met each other, but for some reason, Mu Ziling looked at Long Xiaoyu's face and felt some phantoms emerge.

Long Xiaoyu's face seemed to have overlapping shadows in front of his eyes...

Although it felt unreal for a moment, he still managed to receive Long Xiaoyu's dangerous gaze. Mu Ziling suddenly trembled, stuck out his tongue guiltily, and quickly changed the subject.

She tore off Long Xiaoyu's sleeve robe stinkingly, stared at the scroll in her hand, and asked without giving up: "I said, His Royal Highness, don't you wonder who the woman in this painting is at all?"

Long Xiaoyu shook his head helplessly, then sighed lightly: "Okay, no matter who she is, put the painting back, don't think about it It's getting dark, it's time to rest."

Mu Ziling was still staring at the picture scroll, and replied without distraction: "The sun should have just set, why are you resting so early? And...how can you sleep when the bed is collapsed?"

"We can't sleep here, so let's sleep there." Long Xiaoyu pointed to a soft couch not far away that was no less than the size of this collapsed bed.

Looking in the direction Long Xiaoyu pointed, Mu Ziling couldn't help but rolled his eyes in wonder, and secretly cursed in his heart.

What is this monster who doesn't play cards according to common sense going to do?

It's really strange, he doesn't even look at what time it is now, it's just dark, and he hasn't eaten yet, so why sleep?

This time, Mu Ziling didn't bother to reply, and stared at the painting seriously, trying to find something tricky in it.

Seeing that Mu Ziling didn't respond, Long Xiaoyu continued to coax in a warm voice: "Hey, put this painting away and don't look at it. I'll see enough tomorrow."

His Highness Qi Wang, who has never been dismissive of gossip and trifles, even has no patience at all. Now, under Mu Ziling's repeated curious questioning, not only did he not take the trouble at all, but he even wanted to coax and induce him as patiently as possible. .

God knows, how much His Royal Highness Qi likes his family, Mumu, who pesters him endlessly.

However, the timing is wrong now!

Because the drunken heart that was fed to this stupid woman not long ago has already begun to react.

Long Xiaoyu, who had been hugging Mu Ziling all this time, could already clearly feel the weight of the little woman in his arms almost pressing on his arms and palms.

It's just that Mu Ziling didn't realize it.

And what Mu Ziling didn't know was that the heart of intoxication, as the name suggests, is to make one's heart intoxicated, in short, it makes people dizzy like drunk, and this is where Long Xiaoyu has no choice but to have a headache.

Because you have to know what nonsensical things the drunk Mu Ziling will do, Long Xiaoyu has really experienced it before, and he still remembers it fresh.

So now Long Xiaoyu is trying to coax Mu Ziling to sleep before she is completely drunk.

But who knows, the ideas conceived by His Royal Highness Qi Wang, who has always been strategizing, have never made mistakes, but at this moment, they can't catch up with the skinny reality in time.

At this moment, Mu Ziling, who had been staring at the painting, seemed to see something tricky in the painting.

She suddenly opened her eyes wide, and excitedly pointed her finger at the position of the sea of ​​flowers on the painting: "Look! The darker purple flowers on it look like two words when connected together?"

As everyone knows, when Mu Ziling spread out the painting, besides seeing the red seal at a glance, Long Xiaoyu also observed the two characters constructed between the sea of ​​flowers in the painting.

It's just that it's the best thing to coax this little girl to sleep now, and other things don't matter to me.

So, seeing that coaxing and coaxing won't work, Long Xiaoyu planned to come directly to 'hard'.

"Don't care about the broken painting, let's go to sleep!" Long Xiaoyu didn't even look at the place Mu Ziling pointed excitedly, and wanted to hug her up without saying a word.

However, just when Long Xiaoyu bent over and was about to hug Mu Ziling horizontally——

Mu Ziling dodged reflexively, and then quickly slapped his big hand away.

Immediately, Long Xiaoyu sullenly pretended to be serious, and shouted: "Pray for the princess!"

But who knew that at this moment, Mu Ziling didn't want to be stubborn at all. She curled her lips and waved her hand at Long Xiaoyu casually: "If you're tired, go to sleep by yourself, and I'm not sleepy."

She said she wasn't sleepy, but at this moment Mu Ziling always felt that her head was a little heavy, and the scene before her eyes was a little hazy.

what happened? Why are you dazzled for no reason?

Mu Ziling frowned suspiciously, but didn't think about it any further, and concentrated on the characters drawn in the shape of flowers.

But at this time, Long Xiaoyu's face turned dark: "Mumu..."

Who knows, Mu Ziling still ignored him.

Ignoring Long Xiaoyu's darkened face, Mu Ziling rubbed her confused temples, narrowed her dizzy pupils, and then slowly read the two words drawn with purple flowers on the painting: "Purple ……sound……"

"Ziyin?" Mu Ziling chewed these two words again and suddenly realized.

She had heard the name Ziyin several times before, and it was only because of Ziying Golden Whip that she heard the name.

Ziyin!

Mu Ziling shook his head to wake himself up, then looked at the woman enjoying the beautiful scenery in the painting, and suddenly understood.

In this way, the woman in this painting should be the legendary woman she had heard about from Qingling before, and also the former owner of Ziying Golden Whip—Ziyin.

No wonder Ziying Golden Whip had a convulsion just now, it turned out to have bumped into the portrait of the Lord.

With the exact guess and this, Mu Ziling was enlightened in an instant, but at this moment her head was muddled, as if being weighed down by a boulder, confusing all her thoughts.

At the same time, Long Xiaoyu did not take any further actions, he kept staring at Mu Ziling, watching her every move with a deep and gloomy expression.

Soon, Mu Ziling's body could no longer be controlled, and he began to wobble unsteadily.

Long Xiaoyu moved his lips helplessly, planning to take advantage of this time to coax him.

However--

Mu Ziling's footsteps suddenly staggered, the scroll in her hand slipped from her fingertips, and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Mu Ziling subconsciously bent over to pick it up, but she almost fell forward.

Seeing this, Long Xiaoyu cursed in a low voice, and quickly reached out to pull her into his arms.

"What's going on?" Mu Ziling, who was leaning on Long Xiaoyu's arms at this moment, knocked on his head like a headache, trying to wake himself up.

However, what was counterproductive was that there seemed to be a sudden oppressive force rushing to his forehead, which made Mu Ziling's originally clear eyes completely covered with a layer of hazy drunkenness.

"Long Xiaoyu, what did you eat for me just now, how do I feel..." Mu Ziling looked up at Long Xiaoyu in a daze, with doubts in her eyes. tied the knot.

"I feel... feel... ah! Don't move around, I can't even see you clearly, Long Xiaoyu, stand still for me, don't move..."

At this moment, Mu Ziling, who was already dizzy, made a backhand and tightly grasped Long Xiaoyu's arms, as if he wanted to use this method to stop Long Xiaoyu who was 'dangling' in front of her eyes.

"You stupid woman!" Long Xiaoyu frowned, bent over, and hugged Mu Ziling horizontally.

He lowered his eyes slightly, glanced at the picture scroll that had fallen to the ground, an unfathomable light flashed in his eyes, and then he hugged Mu Ziling who had already started talking nonsense, and walked towards the soft couch...

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As night fell, the sky gradually darkened.

In the lonely night sky, there are a few scattered stars hanging here and there, but there is an exceptionally bright autumn moon, which is particularly eye-catching in the dark blue night sky.

On the roof of an inconspicuous house in Shengshi, Ye Zimu lay on the roof with one hand behind his head, with one knee bent, staring at the bright moon in the sky with a pair of clear eyes without blinking, wondering what he was thinking.

Suddenly, a thin wisp of red smoke rose from the calm roof.

Ye Zimu frowned lightly, but still lay motionless.

Slowly, the red smoke changed from light to thick.

In the thick smoke, a tall figure in a red robe appeared looming...