The fourth master of the Qing Dynasty escaped from his concubine

Back in Qian Shanlan's room, the little drug boy looked like a scared and wary rat again, kneeling on the ground, thinking about fishing.

"Why are you back again?"

The rotten money is exactly what makes me upset and I can’t find a way out! Youde saw this ungrateful guy again, and he felt worried that he had nowhere to go.

"The slave is here to help the master." Like a minister to a monarch, the little medicine boy kowtowed heavily after saying this to show his loyalty.

This sentence contained a lot of information, and Qianlanlan suddenly had a lot of confusion in his mind.

What does it mean to give her a helping hand?

Did you know she was going to run away?

Is this kid really a mentally retarded child?

"What do you mean?" Standing behind Xiao Yaotong, she took a long ruler and poked the man's back, which was curved into a hill.

Want to hit someone?

Recalling the miserable sight of him being bullied when the two met for the first time, the little medicine boy trembled slightly and tightened his skin before speaking respectfully.

"I just want to help the master escape."

It was so shocking that Qian Lanlan couldn't believe it, so he asked again: "What did you say?"

He replied firmly: "This slave must help the master escape."

what?

It was true, she heard it right.

Qian Lanlan threw away the long ruler in his hand in surprise, leaned down and helped the person up.

With a snap, the long ruler fell to the side of the little medicine boy. His thin arms were supported by two slender hands. He was flattered.

When he raised his eyes, he saw the eyes of the person holding him jumping for joy, and his excitement could not be concealed.

However, immediately, the white jade fingers on the shoulders left, the smile in the man's eyes also disappeared, and his brows were as tight as knots.

"You're weird!"

Qian Lanlan looked at the drug boy with the eyes of the suspect, trying to find some answers from his face that looked like it was smeared with soy sauce.

"How did you know I was going to run away? Aren't you mentally retarded?"

The drug boy touched his smooth but dull forehead in confusion and asked in a low voice: "What is mental retardation?"

"Retardation means brain retardation." She said casually.

The drug boy continued to ask innocently: "What does it mean to be mentally retarded?"

"A mental retardation is a brain retardation, and a brain retardation is an intellectual retardation. It's an equal relationship. You can't understand this, so how did you see that I wanted to run away?"

Qian Lanlan was stunned because she didn't understand why God sent her a mentally retarded teammate, and was determined to find out what his intentions were first.

To avoid recruiting bad teammates.

Silently accepting Qian Lanlan's contempt and suspicion towards him, the little drug boy spoke his heart frankly.

"I want to run too."

"You want to run away too?" She widened her eyes and looked at this little guy with the same lofty ideals as her in surprise. She never expected to meet someone with the same ideals.

He nodded, "Yeah."

"Why?" Qian Lanlan circled around him, his eyes looking back and forth at him, as if he wanted to cut open the man's face.

"Because, I... saw that you were struggling too much." He raised his head and chest, and with his short body, he looked up at the money in front of him as tall as a bamboo.

Upon hearing these words, Qian Lanlan tilted his head in the direction of the door, his face twitching, not knowing what kind of expression he should respond to such words.

The little medicine boy looked over and saw that the man with his back was twitching his chin and laughing suddenly.

Did he say the wrong thing?

It felt like the sound came from a thousand-year cold cave soaked in ice water. It scared the little medicine boy and made him panic and the eyelashes on his eyes twitched.

He licked his lips to calm his inner panic.

Above the head, a beam of cold light swept over again.

The smile on her face faded, and she looked calmly at the drug boy's bald head, which was hairless. This guy was quite right in what he said.

She was indeed struggling, like a diving flounder.

However, as soon as I saw the pitiful look in his eyes, I unconsciously felt disgusted with this man.

She is conceited and needs no mercy.

Besides, did he see it? He was talking nonsense and making random speculations, but he was exposing his own shortcomings.

"Hey, what are you talking about?" She denied, and then exposed the kid, "You are the one who is struggling, right?"

Even though his eyes were bulging like a goldfish, the little medicine boy didn't expect that these words would be directed at him in an instant. His lips were slightly open, and he really didn't know what to say to quibble.

"You're silent. Did I tell you what you said?" She intertwined her hands, sat down, raised her chin, and raised her eyebrows to glance at the idiot who was in trouble at this time.

"You brat, don't think that you can talk nonsense just because you are childish." After a pause, she said harshly: "You're cheating yourself."

"Talking about me, you don't understand me." She shook her head and looked away from the wasteland of the little medicine boy, looking straight into the clear water in his eyes.

"So, you're telling me that you're the struggling flounder."

In an instant, his eyes seemed to be filled with ice and shattered by a sharp arrow. His heart was severely hurt, and his peeling lips were like a worm, slowly and slightly squirming.

In his hand, the thin bones clenched with just a thought, and the white joints looked particularly dazzling under the black skin. Qian Lanlan looked over.

It seems that she was right, and it hit the heart.

"Kick me based on your own pain. You are also a master among masters." The corners of her mouth were sharp, and the words she spoke seemed like thin blades, flying towards the little medicine boy's head with a cold air.

Swish, the little medicine boy's heart trembled, and his brain went stiff, as if there was really a cold blade blowing from his head like the winter wind, hovering over his brain.

"On the contrary, you are an idiot among idiots, and you have been completely exposed in one sentence."

These words were like a mallet, hitting that smooth brain hard, knocking him unconscious, leaving only his round eye like a glass ball hanging in the window above the eye socket. It only shows his stupidity and dullness.

After talking, it is not normal to lose money. On the surface, there seems to be a calm sea, but deep down, I feel weak.

She accuses others with all her teeth and claws, but she openly protects her fragile heart.

She thought that there was no need for her to put her unhappiness on the table and let others manipulate her like this idiot in front of her.

Seeing the dumb look on the little medicine boy's face, her empty heart was filled with a sense of victory.

Obviously, she had successfully manipulated this boy. His originally sullen face suddenly showed a smile of victory.

If he wanted to pierce her mask, she would tear it off and slap him in the face!

"Tell me, why do you want to run away too." When the little medicine boy was stunned, she glanced over again with sharp eyes and asked sternly.

His lips moved slightly, and the little medicine boy was about to speak.

She jumped in immediately.

"As for those who just want to help me, don't say it. I don't believe a word of it."

"If you don't do it for yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth. You must be doing it for yourself."

A green finger was like a sword, pointing directly in the direction of the little Yaotong's eyebrows. The words in her mouth were like ice piercing the bottom of the little Yaotong's heart, not allowing him to lie or fool her at all.

"I don't want to be a medicine boy anymore. The old man's medicinal baths are too cruel and inhumane. If this continues, it may not be a matter of me turning black and stupid..."

"Maybe die." He said softly, casting a sad look at Qianlanlan.

I wonder if there was too much emotion in his words. Qian Lanlan seemed to be infected, and his throat tightened, as if it was blocked by salt water.

He bit his upper lip, let go, and continued: "I heard that you drugged the guard at the door last time. I'm afraid you want to do it again this time."

He sighed: "Nowadays, you can't enter the pharmacy."

Then, his eyes were bright again, "This slave can enter and exit the pharmacy freely. He is a useful person."

It seems that he is recommending himself.

But then, the boy changed his appearance and said, "You have to promise me a few things."

Mutual benefit is true, Qian Luan admits it.

"You said."

"The first thing..." He was about to take out the tray.

Qian Lanlan couldn't hold back the suspicion in his heart and asked, "Have you prepared many things?"

"No, just a few." He denied.

Rolling his eyes, Money Rotten continued the conversation between them, "Just tell me."

"The first thing is to take the slave out with you."

She turned her head in a daze, knocked on the table, and said cheerfully: "This is no problem."

Anyway, when the time comes, all the gatekeepers will fall down, and once the door opens, all n people can get out.

After getting the approval, like striking while the iron is hot, he couldn't wait to make his second request: "Second, you must detoxify the slave."

"That's easy to say." Qian Lanlan had already prepared the antidote, and the answer was crisp and loud.

It was so refreshing that Xiao Yaotong felt happy and hurriedly made his third request.

"The third thing..." He hesitated for a moment before saying, "You have to accept slaves as your disciples."

"Huh?..." She frowned, as if she wasn't happy.

"Isn't it okay?" the little medicine boy asked eagerly, fearing that she would offend him.

"Didn't you say..." Qian Lanlan carefully recalled what this man once said, "Only someone as humble as your master...is worthy of being your master?"

Slap you in the face to see how round you are!

Unexpectedly, this guy actually opened his eyes and said, "This time is not that time."

Qian Lanlan was stunned. He actually had a sense of time when he spoke. I was shocked!

"What's the difference between now and then?"

"Well..." He thought about it for a moment and then said, "At this point we have openly stated that we are in the same boat."

"Uh-huh..." Qian Lanlan responded vaguely and walked to the document, thinking about the recipe for the drug.

He started writing and wrote down the names of the medicines one by one on the paper.

The little medicine boy leaned forward and stood on tiptoe to barely read a few lines of words.

After finishing writing, she twisted the paper and looked up, but there was no figure of the little medicine boy. She turned around and looked to the side.

He has a round brain and big round eyes. If you take a closer look, you can see that this kid has a very deep appearance, a bit like a Westerner.

But then she thought about it, this guy was so dark, he looked very much like... an African brother.

Especially his skinny appearance.

Thinking of this, she smiled with stars in her eyes, and when she looked again, she thought this kid was quite cute, with big eyes and a round head.

Then, he couldn't help but leaned down and touched his smooth brain.

The little medicine boy was stunned for a moment, feeling the tenderness on the top of his head blowing like a light feather, tickling his heart, and his little fingers poked each other unconsciously.

And this warm scene was fixed in the eyes of Yinzhen who had just walked in.