Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

The maid was still holding the white jade bottle in her hand.

Gong Yanmo's dismissal made her very embarrassed to step down.

He didn't dare to take it back, so he could only hold it there dryly.

Feng Lingyan glanced at it and knew it wasn't made of opium, but he didn't expect to have such a tough name.

Is it the holy medicine that should have a good curative effect? [

Gong Yanmo's chest injury hasn't healed yet, but it just happens to be needed...

She was about to take over instead of Gong Yanmo.

Gong Yanmo tightened his arms and pulled her back.

A finger as white as jade tapped on her head: "Little rabbit, don't mess with other people's things."

"Why is it someone else's thing? She gave it to you. He sent it from a long distance. Don't hurt his heart too much?"

Feng Lingyan turned to look at her unconvinced.

Gong Yanmo half embraced her by his side, and a faint voice rang above her head: "It's useless to send things that I don't like. By the way, didn't you say that you should make healing medicine into tablets and give them to me?" Me? When will it be cashed out?"

During the meal just now, Feng Lingyan accidentally mentioned that if the traditional Chinese medicine is too bitter, it can be made into tablets, but it is a bit troublesome...

The speaker didn't mean it, but the listener meant it. I didn't expect this guy to remember it in his heart.

"That... That's a bit troublesome to make pills. It needs to be crushed to shatter, and it needs to be compressed strongly. I haven't fully recovered my internal strength yet. When I recover..."

Feng Lingyan explained to him.

"Do you still need to use internal force to compress it? Forget it, your internal force is limited, don't use it on these irrelevant things, or boil medicine for me to drink."

She is pregnant now and cannot be overworked.

Although the medicine was a bit bitter, to him this bit of bitterness was just drizzle.

"It's up to you to decide, but don't ask me for an account in the future."

Feng Lingyan quickly hit the snake with the stick.

Gong Yanmo rubbed her hair with a half-smile, "You owe me a lot, and it's not bad."

Feng Lingyan slapped his wolf paws: "Speak as you speak, don't always move your hands."

She reconciled with him only a few days ago, and he reverted to his old ways. [

always likes to knock or rub her head, as if she were a child—