"There are only a handful of people in the world who can survive the ghost doctor's 'black heart palm'. You girl is really lucky!"

"That's wrong. It's not that you have a good life. It's that you have a good husband. He used his own blood to detoxify you, and that saved the day."

The leader of the white-clothed sect raised the jade Xiao in his hand and tapped his forehead lightly, "Huh? In that case, you are the lucky girl. It seems that I am right!"

Hearing his tongue-twisting words, Yang Ruoqing was completely stunned.

She raised her hands to roll up her sleeves and looked at her arms, as if she wanted to see through the skin into the blood vessels inside.

The leader of the white-clothed sect continued: "The silly boy's blood can detoxify the ghost doctor's poison, so we will use his medicine as the main ingredient, and then add other medicinal materials to make a detoxification soup. He will feed it to you personally three times a day.

Come on, it really worked, and I woke up today."

As he was speaking, steady and powerful footsteps came from outside, and then Luo Fengtang rushed in excitedly, holding a tray in his hand with bowls, chopsticks and dishes on it.

"Qing'er, it's time to eat..."

Halfway through the words, Luo Fengtang greeted the white-clothed sect master with a respectful expression when he saw the white-clothed sect master sitting beside the bed.

The white-clothed sect leader glanced at Luo Fengtang, nodded with satisfaction, stood up and said, "This girl's pulse is stable and there is no serious problem. The next step is to take care of her carefully. She will recover in time."

"Thank you, senior!" Luo Fengtang leaned over and thanked him repeatedly, with gratitude and joy on his face.

The white-clothed sect leader turned to look at Yang Ruoqing, who was still burying her head on the bed, smiled faintly, and said to Luo Fengtang: "Okay, I will leave the rest of the time for you two to you two. I have an appointment with old madman Zhuge.

Chess, if we don’t go over to that old lunatic’s madness and it’s going to be a headache, let’s go first.”

"Okay, senior, let's go slowly!" Luo Fengtang watched the master in white leave the room, then turned back to the bedside.

"Qing'er, look at what delicious food I have brought for you, saliva chicken, crucian carp soup, and glutinous rice. They are all your favorites!"

He placed the meals one by one on the table next to the bed and introduced them to her while shaking his head.

"Tangyazi..."

Yang Ruoqing called him softly and raised her head.

His pale face was wet, and his eyes had already been washed red with tears.

Luo Fengtang was shocked and hurriedly put down the dishes and chopsticks and came to the bedside to hold her shoulders.

"Qing'er, what's wrong with you? Why are you crying like this? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Or is someone bullying you? Tell me quickly!"

He asked anxiously.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, threw herself into his arms, and cried convulsively: "When I think that my poison was cured with your blood, I feel so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable..."

Luo Fengtang was stunned for a moment, and then he understood.

He smiled and rubbed her hair and said, "I have rough skin and thick flesh, so losing a little blood is nothing."

As long as it can save your life, let alone blood, I can take anything I have!

"What do you mean a little bit of blood?" Yang Ruoqing said aggrievedly, "Three times a day, I don't know how much I drank, and that ghost doctor used you as a guinea pig for research, and I don't know how much blood he got from you.

Already..."

At this point, Yang Ruoqing grabbed his wrist and checked her pulse...

Luo Fengtang smiled and retracted his arm and put down his sleeves.

"What are you doing? I want to take your pulse..." Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Fengtang said: "Senior Bai has checked my pulse a long time ago. He is a master. You should keep your three-legged cat's medical skills to yourself and eat quickly!"

Yang Ruoqing wrinkled her nose, "What? You still look down on other people's medical skills?"

Luo Fengtang smiled and said nothing, stood up and brought the food to her: "Eat quickly, eat while it's hot. I'm so weak that I can't get off the ground, and you have to take my pulse. It's important to take good care of yourself first!"

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, glanced at the dishes at the head of the meal, and immediately felt hungry.

"I'll feed you this piece, open your mouth!" She put a piece of saliva chicken to his mouth.

But he turned his head away and said, "I've eaten. You should eat quickly."

"No, this piece is fed by my wife. You have to eat it even if you burst your belly."

She acted arrogantly, and Luo Fengtang was helpless.

Yang Ruoqing had no choice but to accept it obediently, and then she felt at ease.

She ate big gulps of food, and she also ate more to make her full. She wanted to recover her energy quickly so that she could cook delicious dishes to replenish his health.

…

Two days later, Yang Ruoqing's complexion improved significantly, and her face finally showed a trace of rosiness.

As long as you don't run, jump, or do strenuous exercise, it's still okay to walk around in the yard.

So I went to the kitchen in the small courtyard and found two cooks who specialized in cooking.

She gave the two of them some money and asked them to go to the market town down the mountain to buy some ingredients. Today, she was going to make a meal to reward Luo Fengtang, thank the white-clothed sect master, and also invite Zhuge Qingyun to come over, let's turn the war into friendship!

Although deep down she was still unhappy with Zhuge Qingyun. If it hadn't been for him, he wouldn't have been involved in so many things.

But seeing that Zhuge Qingyun was able to step back from the brink in time and teach Luo Fengtang martial arts skills, Yang Ruoqing planned to forgive the old man.

Ten thousand voices are roaring deep in my heart, not because I am magnanimous, but mainly because the other person is too powerful, and if I don’t forgive, what else do I want?

Yang Ruoqing was in the kitchen waving a spatula and having a big fight. Luo Fengtang went to her house and couldn't find anyone, so he came to the kitchen.

"Qing'er, you're just feeling better now, why don't you rest more? Why are you so tired here? Go back to the house quickly!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "I have been lying down for the past few days, and mushrooms are growing on my back! Let me show my hands in this kitchen and sweat a little. I feel so refreshed. Look.

Coming to this kitchen is more suitable for me, it is my field!"

Luo Fengtang looked helpless.

He came to the entrance of the stove and said to the cook: "You can go elsewhere and leave this place to me."

The cook quickly exited the kitchen, leaving Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang alone.

Luo Fengtang consciously sat at the stove, helped her stuff firewood, and talked with her. This scene was like going back to the beginning, to Changping Village.

"Didn't you go to Senior Bai's place? Why are you back again?" Yang Ruoqing asked while cooking.

Luo Fengtang said: "Senior Bai and Master Zhuge went to the top of the mountain to compete."

"Jousting?"

Yang Ruoqing's movement of waving the spatula stopped abruptly, and she looked at Luo Fengtang with shining eyes.

"Wow, is that a battle of life and death or a competition where friendship comes first and the second point ends?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Luo Fengtang thought for a moment and said: "None of them."

"What is that?" Yang Ruoqing asked curiously.

Luo Fengtang said: "For a painting."

A painting?

Yang Ruoqing suddenly thought of the picture of beauty hanging in the secret room. The leader of the white-clothed sect said it was Biyun.

"Is it Biyun?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang said 'hmm', leaned over, grabbed a handful of firewood and threw it into the stove, making the fire a little more intense.

"The two seniors agreed that if senior in white wins, senior Zhuge will tell the truth where he got the portrait."
Chapter completed!