The little doctor concubine is a little poisonous

Chapter 1197

However, she really didn't want to accept Mr. Song as her apprentice.

The main reason is that she doesn't know how to teach.

This is the second time she has compiled and engraved the formation scroll, and the experience is the same as no experience at all.

And the old man in front of him, who has been immersed in the scroll writing and engraving of formations for hundreds of years, is the number one formation engraving master in the Zhongming Continent. What does she use to teach?
This was the first time she didn't say no, Elder Song climbed up the pole and knelt down in front of her with a "bang".

"The master is above, please accept the disciples!"

"boom"

Seemingly afraid of being stopped, Song Lao kowtowed while speaking.

He spoke very fast, and his forehead fell to the ground in an instant, and when he realized it, a cup of tea was already held in both hands by Song Lao, and he handed it to Feng Zhuo respectfully.

What else can Feng Zhuo do?
I can only take it and drink it!
Only then did Song Lao stand up with a happy smile, and then he stood beside Feng Zhuo with his head bowed respectfully like a child.

"Master, do you want to eat something? I'll help you!"

Feng Zhuo: ...

How could she eat it!
"Mr. Song, sit down too, let's eat together!"

Song Lao shook his head immediately, and said with a firm expression: "There is no reason why an apprentice is equal to a master! Also, the master can no longer call me Song Lao, call me Xiao Song!"

Xiao Song, what the hell is that?

Feng Zhuo almost choked on his own saliva.

After thinking for a while, she said, "Old Song, although I drank your tea, can we learn from each other? In other words, you don't need to call me master, we..."

"No! A master is a master!" Song Lao interrupted her words righteously.

This old pedant, can't chat anymore!

"Xiao Song, sit down and have a meal with Master!"

"Yes! Master!" Elder Song sat down immediately.

Feng Zhuo's forehead twitched.

At this time, the Palace Master, who had been sitting by the side, finally spoke.

"Miss Zhuo wants to go home?"

Feng Zhuo half-closed his eyes, took all the light from the bottom of his eyes, and said: "Yes!"

"I wonder where Miss Zhuo's home is?"

Feng Zhuo opened his eyes, stared at him, and said: "What is the Palace Master asking about this?"

The owner of the Hairpin Flower Hall covered his mouth and laughed "giggle" a few times, and said: "I want to help the girl, and make friends with the girl!"

"Can you help me?" Feng Zhuo looked at him with his head sideways, and smiled suddenly: "Is the palace master making fun of me? Even the city master Mu can't help me go back!"

"Miss Zhuo, although the Hairpin Flower Palace of the slave family is not as good as the Eight Desolation City, but if there is no trump card, how can it gain a foothold in the Zhongming Continent?" said the owner of the Hairpin Flower Palace.

For others, this sentence will definitely be full of confidence.

But coming out of a sissy mouth, no matter how awkward it sounds.

Feng Zhuo resisted the urge to complain, tapped his fingers on the table, and said with an inscrutable expression: "How easy is it to just want to make friends with me?"

"Of course!" The owner of the Hairpin Flower Hall covered his mouth with a handkerchief, smiled coquettishly a few times, and said, "Could it be that the slave family is a big villain in the eyes of Miss Zhuo?"

"I just don't believe that there is such a thing as a pie in the sky. I am not related to the Palace Master, but the Palace Master volunteered to help me, which made me feel very panic!" Feng Zhuo said calmly.

apprehensive?

Why don't you show a bit of panic for us to see?

I don't know who it is, but from the very beginning, Taishan collapsed in front of him without changing his face, so calm that he wanted someone to beat him up.

(End of this chapter)