The Evil Emperor's Medical Concubine is ruthless

Chapter 1350

The old man remained motionless, like a stone sculpture.

Xin Lin's eyes widened and he looked at the old man.

He should be very old, and he exudes a desolate aura.

If it wasn't for his breath, Xin Lin really thought he was a living dead.

This one is Feng Dong's old Patriarch.

When others saw him, they were very respectful.

After Xin Lin was captured by the ghost soldiers, he didn't panic.

With a calm expression, she walked to the sandalwood table, poured tea by herself, and took a sip.

"It's hard to drink."

Xin Lin pushed the teacup away, with disgust on his face.

She grabbed another piece of pastry, took a bite, and hurriedly spat it out.

"It's unpalatable."

The old man's wrinkled old face couldn't help shaking.

No one had ever dared to be so presumptuous in front of him.

Feng Dong's juniors saw him, the one was not the elder of the old ancestor, but the short one of the old ancestor, who didn't even dare to take a breath, he didn't look like Xin Lin, they didn't take him seriously at all.

The old Patriarch wished he could slap him and throw this ignorant thing out.

However, he endured it.

"What you said just now, the old man's tendons are blocked..."

"It's an open mouth."

Xin Lin said calmly.

"Presumptuous, the old man has not finished asking, who will allow you to speak!"

The old man reprimanded.

What kind of leather monkey is this? It dares to jump up and down in front of him.

The same goes for Murong Ziyue, where did she meet such a crooked friend!

"Okay, I'll shut up."

Xin Lin shrugged, too lazy to start a conversation.

"The old man asks you, how do you know that the old man's spiritual veins are blocked?"

"..."

Xin Lin took out a ling delicacy steamed stuffed bun, and ate it on his own.

Although the steamed stuffed bun was cold, the aroma was still there, and the aroma wafted up to the old Patriarch's nose, and his nostrils couldn't help moving.

Xin Lin took out the Yujing Spring again, drank a few mouthfuls, and drank very happily.

"The old man asked you something, are you listening?"

The creases all over the old man's face jumped up.

"..."

Xin Lin acted as if he didn't hear it.

"It's unreasonable! You! You!"

The old man trembled with anger.

Whose brat is this? It's going to piss him off!

"The old man will ask you again, how did you find out that there is something wrong with the old man's spiritual pulse?"

The old man glared at Xin Lin angrily.

Xin Lin still ignored him.

"Murong Ziyue, come in."

The old man was out of breath and shouted angrily.

Outside the courtyard, Murong Ziyue heard another roar.

She was startled.

The owner let her into the courtyard?
This is an unprecedented honor, Murong Ziyue has never been allowed to enter the courtyard.

She hesitated for a while, and a ghost soldier stepped forward and brought her in.

In the courtyard, it is deep and simple.

When Murong Ziyue entered, she saw an old man with white beard and hair, his eyes were severe, and a pair of old eyes stared fiercely at Xin Lin who was beside him.

Xin Lin gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun with an expression of indifference.

When Murong Ziyue saw her, she couldn't laugh or cry.

Fortunately, she was still outside and thought that Xin Lin had suffered a disadvantage, but now it seems...

"Murong Ziyue, what kind of cronies do you have, you are really angry!"

The old man was furious.

"Xin Lin, the Patriarch is asking you something."

Murong Ziyue suppressed her smile and reminded her.

Xin Lin curled his lips, and for Murong Ziyue's sake, he opened his mouth.

"Why is your Patriarch Feng Dong so moody? He told me to shut up and not talk. I think he is very old and his spiritual veins are blocked. If his temper is too big, he will not live for half a year."

(End of this chapter)