The next day news came that the master, who never took his disciples to the medicine garden, actually took Thirteen.
There was a real thunder, which almost scared them to death.
They thought it was fake (they hoped), but as soon as they saw Mu Ling behind Gong Miaofeng, they knew that Master had made an exception.
Xuan Cui said sourly, "Before Little Thirteen came, he was the youngest disciple of the Yao Palace, and he was a girl. How come he didn't see Master being so nice to him?"
After all, even if there was any dissatisfaction in my heart, I quickly figured it out. Maybe Mu Ling was too pitiful before, and the master asked me to make up for that favor. So because of Mu Ling, no matter what he did, they always treated him with an attitude of pampering and cruelty.
For example, when eating, it was the first time he ate at the main table of the Medicine Palace. Mu Ling was a little excited, but the excitement didn't last long before he was extinguished by the food. What kind of food were they? ? !
The food in the Medicine Palace has always been light, but looking at the past, it has been all about health-preserving medicinal materials. In his opinion, every dish exudes the bitter taste of liquid bean, with a hint of indescribable taste in the middle.
But except for Mu Ling, no one was wrong.
Master said that the food was good for their physical development and cultivation, so they should eat more.
As a result, Mu Ling, who didn't dare to shut up when he first came to the Medicine Palace, had to suffer from bitter herbs for nearly half a year.
Later, one time, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and resisted.
Whenever it was time to eat, Master Gong Miaofeng always walked in the main seat, and the twelve disciples walked in twos and twos. Now there is an extra curtain, so Gong Miaofeng no longer walks in the main seat, and with The curtains were walking in a staggered manner.
Except for Mu Ling, everyone in the hall ate without changing their expressions. Forgiving him for not being able to eat a single bite was not just because he was a ghost, but also because the food was really hard to swallow.
Mu Ling looked at the table of green vegetables and couldn't get enough of it.
Seeing that Mu Ling was hesitant to speak, she knew that he had something to say.
"Thirteen, what's wrong? Is Mingyue's food not to your liking?"
Gong Miaofeng asked with concern. Seeing that he had not moved his legs, he thought it was not to his liking.
Unexpectedly, except for the eldest brother, everyone was snickering. Gong Miaofeng didn't care, and Mu Ling didn't shut up, but looked at her with an indescribable expression.
His lips were a little bitter, and he mustered up the courage to say, "Master, can Toji? Change some food, then..." It's really not to my liking!
Xuan Cui said, "Master, maybe Thirteen won't like the food on the table! It's green and green, what's the taste?"
After saying that, they all covered their mouths and laughed muffledly.
Gong Miaofeng naturally saw that the dish was not to his taste. Every time he ate it, he looked like he was in love with it, but I never thought he didn't like it.
Then he put down his chopsticks, stood up, went over and pulled his leg and said, "We can't change the meal tomorrow, so let's make do with it. Since that one doesn't suit their taste, then they will go find something that suits their taste. Let's go, Master will take care of him." Shall I go somewhere?"
Xuan Cui was so stunned that her chopsticks dropped.
Knowing whether it was true or not, they dared to be angry but dared not speak out, so they just watched them leave, and then ate the greenery with snot and tears.
Alas, it’s been so long, I should get used to it.
Gong Miaofeng took Mu Ling all the way to the palace gate, and flew out with Mu Ling's sword.
Mu Ling was a little surprised. He thought Gong Miaofeng would take him somewhere to find food, but it turned out that he had been there for so long and took him out directly.
Since arriving, has he never gone out once? Even if he is on a mission, he cannot go out with his senior brothers and sisters. Bu Nao, even if you gave them the courage, they wouldn't dare to take him out.
And that time I actually took him out for the first time, could it be because I made a mistake and said the food was not to my liking
It seems that Gong Miaofeng's mistake due to Mu Ling's connivance has reached an unspeakable level.
Xuan Cui once said, "Master doesn't know how to be cruel, and has devoted his whole life to treating diseases and saving people. If it hadn't been for Thirteen, I'm afraid Master would have been alone all his life. But after having Mu Ling, she felt different. Finally, With a spark, he remembered the most touching words of love spoken by his master. He had no time to participate in my past, but he would accompany me in my future. After hearing those words, they had an idea, maybe Yang Cen had already lost his master at that time."
One day in the main hall, Mu Ling, who has grown up, seems to be carefree all day long, but secretly he is very powerful, otherwise he just refuses to take it seriously.
Because of the master's connivance, he was like that.
One day during morning class, Gong Miaofeng was explaining the usage and precautions of medicinal materials. It turned out that when Xuan Zhuo turned around, he saw Mu Ling, who looked half asleep and staggered. He suddenly felt angry again. Not coming out.
He whispered, "Thirteen, thirteen!"
Mu Ling came back to his senses and said with sleepy eyes, "What's wrong? Senior brother!"
It’s a shame to ask, “Master is doing morning classes, why am I sleeping for no reason?”
Mu Ling glanced at Gong Miao Feng, "Are you tired?"
Xuan Zhuo was speechless for a while, "Is that a reason?"
Xuan Cui said, "Senior brother, let's keep our voices down, Master is looking at both of us."
Sure enough, when he looked up, he saw Gong Miao Feng coming to give a lecture and looked at them, "Any questions?"
Xuan Zhuo was stunned, "Uh-huh, there's nothing wrong with him."
Then he turned to look at Mu Ling.
Mu Ling still looked listless.
Seeing this, Xuan Cui said, "Mu Ling, how could it be that Master is so rude? Master is asking me something!"
Xuan Zhuo was very dissatisfied with Mu Ling's attitude, "Thirteen, why don't you respect Master?"
"No, little Thirteen, please be polite!"
Shut up, his senior sister Xuan Cui said, "The Master of Zorism respects the Tao, so this is necessary." I was wrong, Master, please be polite. "
Can Mu Ling still look indifferent and just do whatever he wants
The senior sister was immediately blushing with anger. It had been too long since Xuan Cui had been criticized like that. She was a little angry and looked at Gong Miao Feng, "Master!"
Mu Ling felt his ears hurt when he heard it. He yawned and kept closing his eyes. He complained again. It didn't matter. After all, it was just a word from the master every time.
But maybe it was a little different that time.
Gong Miaofeng walked on the stage upright and motionless, with the gentle smile on her face still the same.
"Master, let me see what Xiao Shisan's attitude is."
"No, Master, Xiao Shisan has been a beginner for so long, can't he even memorize a compendium of herbs?"
"Master, I'm too indulgent of Little Thirteen."
I was really tired of listening, so I said, "Senior sister, he is only eighteen years old. He is very young. Now is the time when he needs to rest."
Everyone was very happy with him. He was so young that he was not even eighteen years old, so he felt embarrassed to say that he was young.
"Little Thirteen, am I really sorry that you are so young at eighteen?"
Unexpectedly, Mu Ling glanced at him and said with a hint of disdain in the corner of his eyes, "Senior brother, he is not young, am I?"
"Master, let me see Xiao San."
Angrily, Naobu complained to the master.
Everyone raised their heads and looked at Gong Miaofeng who was on the stage. Didn't she seem to say anything that time
Bu Nao, whenever he opens his mouth or shuts up, he scares a person to death.
"Yeah. It's really small."
All the disciples were shocked by the master's words and almost fell down.
"Master—" He's already eighteen, isn't he very young
Even Mu Ling was a little surprised and slowly straightened up to look at her.
"Master..."
Gong Miao Feng asked, "How old will you be in the next year of thirteen?"
Mu Ling said in a daze, "...Eighteen!"
Gong Miaofeng nodded and looked at him with soft eyes, "It is indeed a bit small, so I need to rest. The morning class every day is indeed a little early."
The disciples thought that Master was asking for something! Moreover, classes start every morning, which is too early. Master, if that’s not the case, what should I ask for
No, no, please make the morning class time shorter. Although they really want to do this, it doesn't seem like they are delusional.
Because Gong Miaofeng said, "Xiao Shisan, I'll come over, take a walk and get some sleep!"
If Dong and the others were really shocked, it would be great if Master was wrong about Little Thirteen!
Mu Ling was stunned for a long time before being called back by the angry senior sister, "Xiao Shisan, master asked me to go over and take a nap."
If there is such a good thing, he will naturally not get up and go there. No matter what their opinions are, the master is doting on him, what's the use of me watching
Mu Ling ran over and threw herself into the resting place next to the stage.
The other disciples lowered their heads in disappointment. Why did Master say that Xiao San was very young and needed to rest when he was tired? What about them? They are tired too!
Xuan Cui, however, ignored him and watched Mu Ling make a proud expression towards her, almost giving him a beating from Dong Lai.
Is there any way to do it? After all, Master has the final say. They can just do whatever Master says.
Mu Ling went to sleep with Dong, and Gong Miao Feng carefully covered him with a fox fur coat.
Gong Miaofeng started his morning class and was talking about the planting and usage of iris. He didn't say a few words when he suddenly felt a furry head nuzzling next to him.
Gong Miaofeng looked down and saw Mu Ling's innocent eyes, looking pitiful.
Gong Moufeng didn't move, just looking at him in that posture. Seeing that Gong Moufeng didn't move, Mu Ling knew that the master wanted to ask what I was doing. Otherwise, he simply opened his eyes and told lies, saying aggrievedly, "Master, he is cold!"
Although the voice was very low, they heard it. A group of disciples on the east side were almost frightened to death after hearing what he said.
Cold, where is the cold? My conscience, won’t it hurt
Xuan Zhuo looked distressed and said, "Little Thirteen."
Can the fox fur that master has prepared for me be a fox fur? I told him where it was cold.
Did that guy do it on purpose? He deliberately showed off in front of them that he could sleep at Master's place.
If he deliberately said he was cold, he could legitimately shrink into Master's arms, but that would defeat his real purpose!
Gong Miaofeng looked helpless again and shook his head. Shi Tu gently smoothed his hair for him, "It doesn't matter, go to sleep!"
After saying that, she stopped walking and walked eastward, just so that his head rested on her legs.
He was very satisfied with that look, sleeping peacefully on his master's lap. Saying that it was uncomfortable to sleep, he turned sideways, moved his legs, and hugged Gong Miaofeng's waist, thinking, "Sure enough, master is good." Shut up."
After a while, I fell asleep. It seemed that I was really tired.
Gong Miaofeng lowered his voice so as not to wake him up.
Taitung's disciple was so angry that he just wanted to eat Mu Ling with his resentful eyes.
Finally, someone couldn't help it any longer and said dissatisfiedly, "Master, I...I doted on Little Thirteen too much!"
Before he finished speaking, the other disciples knew that he was asking for help.
How many times have you done it? Isn’t it very popular
Xiao Shisan is not on the same level as me.
Gong Miaofeng looked up, and there was no emotion in his eyes, but Xuan Cui and the others could clearly feel that his attitude was obviously worse by more than one level, "Oh, am I dissatisfied?"
He was stunned, lowered his head, and naturally felt the coldness of his master, "Yes, Master, no!"
"No." Gong Miaofeng slightly covered Mu Ling's ears, "It seems that I will know everything he said tomorrow, so that my attention will be on Little Thirteen. In that case..."
"Ah! Master, he... He didn't, Master, he..."
After hearing what Master said, everyone else sighed coldly, "It's over!"