The group pets the little fisherman, she has a lot of happy events

"Fortunately, I eat fish at night, and the fish is still fresh."

Mu Si had fun in the bitterness, and joked with a smile: "The fish are all in the water, and they haven't been caught by the soul-devouring beast's stinky fart."

"I'll go, don't talk anymore."

Mu Bu put down the hen, pinched his nose and pretended: "Besides, I'm about to throw up, and my stomach turns sour when I think of that smell."

"Speaking of fish"

Mu Jian took the opportunity to sneak away: "Didn't my junior sister cook fish soup for dinner? The fish I caught earlier are useless. I'll go get her some more."

"Don't go."

Mu Simei stared, and the soft braid wrapped around his waist: "Clean up the island first."

"If you don't want to work, just say it, don't find a reason."

Mu Bu was not happy anymore, and took the opportunity to tickle him: "Little Junior Sister's clear water pearls contain live fish, you can eat them anytime you want, so how can you be courteous?"

Mu Jian's face turned red, and he argued, "Are you still fishing in the lake?"

"It's fun, don't you understand?"

Mu Bu is used to bickering with him, sneering and sarcastic: "Boys and girls fall in love with each other, go boating on the lake, enjoy the scenery and have fun, life is more comfortable than this."

"It's useless to tell you. I'm a rough old man who doesn't understand romantic sentiments. He's blinded by his handsome face."

"You understand?"

Mu Jian shook off the soft whip, and went back angrily: "Don't say that you seem to understand it very well. Our brothers are half-hearted, and we have never tasted the taste of fish and water. No one can taste the taste of green and bitter melon. Don't make fun of anyone."

"To shut up!"

Mu Si's pretty face darkened, and the soft whip crackled: "What nonsense you say in broad daylight, let outsiders hear it, don't be ashamed."

"Cough cough."

Mu Jian coughed twice, blushed with embarrassment, and closed his mouth embarrassingly.

"Deserved!"

Mu Bu was secretly laughing, hiding behind Mu Si and giving him a supercilious look: "Who told you to talk nonsense in front of senior sister, you are lucky if you didn't get whipped and fried."

"Work!"

Mu Si seemed to have eyes behind her, saw his little movements, and pulled him out with a flick of the soft whip: "There are no more ink stains, tidy up before dark, we can't delay to make dinner for my junior sister."

"Okay, let's work."

Mu Bu's peach-blossom eyes sparkled with all sorts of amorous feelings, and she winked at Mu Si, licking her face flatteringly: "Listen to Senior Sister, Senior Sister is the biggest."

"As long as you know."

Mu Si raised her eyebrows arrogantly, and gave him a look of knowing the current affairs.

"Smooter."

Mu Jian looked away, making a gesture of vomiting.

"What are you mumbling about?"

Mu Si narrowed her eyes dangerously, and flicked the soft whip coolly and tuggingly.

"No, I didn't say anything."

Mu Jian is full of desire to survive, but firmly denies it.

"Humph."

Mu Si snorted a little breath from the tip of her nose, glanced away and ignored him.

"Appeal."

Mu Jian breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and while she wasn't paying attention, turned her head and glanced in the direction of the medicine house.

He also heard what the master and his younger brother said about hiding from the world and living in seclusion.

It was originally negotiated, but the matter of entering the palace to heal the emperor's wounds changed again.

The change is too fast, he needs to slow down.

*
Bamboo Forest Medicine House.

Ye Xiuyan supported Lin Jingcheng to lie down on the bamboo bed in the guest house, and personally administered acupuncture to heal his injuries.

Lin Jingcheng had two broken ribs in his abdomen, and his internal organs were all damaged. The slightest touch would cause heart-piercing pain.

Even though he has practiced martial arts since he was a child and has been trained by devils in the military camp, injuries are commonplace.

Once the nerves were relaxed, the extreme pain pervaded the whole body, eroding the nerves in the brain, and his face was still pale from the torture, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he was so weak that he couldn't breathe.