"Noodles? What kind of noodles?" The guard was stunned.
"Here's the noodles! I'm hungry and want some noodles." The little boy pouted his mouth unhappily.
It turns out to be down here.
The guard scratched his scalp and looked at the guard in gray for help.
"I-I don't know how to do it, boss."
"Who knows?" The guard in gray didn't know either. He raised his head and glanced around.
One of the guards raised his hand bravely.
"Then you go."
Soon, the guard came in with a bowl of steaming noodles and placed it in front of the little boy with a smiling face.
"Young Master, please have some noodles."
It was a bowl of clear noodle soup.
Clear soup with little water.
Shen Ling'er picked up a noodle and wrinkled her little nose in disgust. There was no chopped green onion and no oily smell. She took a bite and found it was half-cooked.
It's far worse than my mother's.
"Unappetizing!"
He pushed the bowl away and refused to eat.
The guards were extremely grateful to him and immediately asked in a flattering manner: "Then what kind of noodles do you want to eat?"
"I want to eat my mother's noodles, but I have to wait until my beautiful uncle wakes up. He promised me that he would take me to my mother's."
His two fat arms wrapped around the neck of the guard in gray.
The guard in gray clothes couldn't help but stiffen.
"Send me to bed." Shen Ling'er yawned widely.
"You guys are taking good care of the master."
The guard in gray gave the order, then personally held Shen Ling'er in his arms, sent him to the guest room next to him, and stayed by his side until he fell asleep before leaving.
Returning to the master's room, the guards immediately reported happily.
"Master is fine."
The guard in gray clothes was worried and walked to the bed.
The man closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, but his eyebrows were still slightly furrowed, with a hint of sadness.
The guard in gray lowered his head.
In the past five years, the master has hardly had a good night's sleep. When he rarely falls asleep, his brows are always furrowed.
Because he lost someone, the most important person to him.
If this person is not found, the lock on the master's brow may not be unlocked.
What worries him the most is that every time his master thinks of that person, the cold poison in his body will attack.
This month, it happened twice in succession.
This is not a good thing.
The guard in gray knew that if the cold poison had not occurred, his master would not have been injured by the killer from Zixiao Pavilion.
But these Zixiao Pavilion killers are like maggots attached to their bones, unable to kill them all.
This is already the third batch they have cooked along the way.
Early the next morning, the man woke up and his eyes regained their clarity.
"Who saved me?" his first words after waking up.
He suffered two consecutive attacks of cold poison. He thought he was out of luck, but he didn't expect to survive.
The guard in gray hesitated for a moment and then said, "It's Ling'er."
"Ling'er?"
The man frowned, and then he remembered that baby.
How could he be able to cure his cold poison at such a young age
The man's sharp eyes shot at the gray-clothed guard.
The guard in gray felt a chill in his heart and quickly recounted what happened after the man's cold poison attack yesterday.
After finishing speaking, he praised again: "Master, I can't believe that you almost lost your breath at that time. Everyone was so panicked that they didn't know what to do. But Ling'er, at his young age, didn't panic at all when he saw such a situation. …”
Before he finished speaking, he closed his mouth when he saw the man's eyes were thoughtful.
Men do think about things.
But what he was thinking about was, how could Ling'er know how to cure cold poison at such a young age
To be precise, it is not a cure, but a reprieve.