The Holy Hand Medical Concubine

"Okay, let's go together, and Liao Mu will follow."

Beiyehan made a final sound.

...

In the Ghost Palace, Beiye Xingchen was caught by the guards like a log, and locked in a small room, unable to go anywhere.

It was dusk, and his stomach was empty again, he couldn't help but cast aside the dark sky outside and the dimly lit lamps on the small table.

"Xiaohong, what should I do if I'm hungry?" He asked Xiaohong beside him.

"Master is hungry? Then give me a bite." Xiaohong stretched out an arm and put it to Beiye Xingchen's mouth, suggesting.

He was still hungry, but they were captured, they didn't come to visit the mountains and rivers, where did they get food, the master himself carried it with him, but he didn't have it at all.

Beiye Xingchen: "..."

He glanced at the fleshy little hand that Xiaohong handed out, with disgust on his face.

"Who wants to eat your meat? Go and build a fire, and we'll cook dumplings." He suggested.

When he was hungry, he naturally wanted to eat. Fortunately, his mother always let him cook for himself. Among his storage bracelets, food was always the most indispensable.

It can come in handy right now.

"Dumplings? Meat dumplings?" Xiaohong asked with sparkling eyes.

"It's not meat dumplings, do you like them?" Beiye Xingchen asked him back.

Doesn't this little guy just love meat? Would he like to eat vegetable dumplings? Let alone him, he doesn't even like to eat, okay?

After a while, the guard outside the door, smelling the aroma of dumplings wafting in the air, was speechless.

"This little guy, do you think this is his kitchen? He came here to play in the mountains and rivers, and he even cooked dumplings." One guard said to another guard.

He felt that they were Beiye Xingchen's guards, they were here to protect him, not to watch him.

"Hey, why do I feel that this little guy is not afraid of us at all. When he was locked in the hut just now, he didn't cry or make trouble, as if he was locked up for granted."

Another guard also said.

They captured Beiye Xingchen all the way back, and Beiye Xingchen didn't even shed a tear or say a word on the way.

At first I thought that Beiye Xingchen was scared, but now...

Smelling the aroma of the dumplings, they suddenly realized that Beiye Xingchen didn't seem to take them seriously at all. Is this still like a five-year-old child?

"I think he's still too young to tell right from wrong, good from evil, let's leave him alone."

The guards didn't believe that Beiye Xingchen wasn't afraid at all, maybe he was too ignorant of worldly affairs brought by Sheng Chuxin, and thought they arrested him just to go sightseeing.

Or maybe he just thought that his parents would come to rescue him.

"Look at him like this, if the ghost king sees him, will he vomit blood in anger?"

another guard asked.

Not to mention the ghost king, even they, if they walked in, they would probably vomit blood in anger, such a fragrant fragrance, such enjoyment, is this still the treatment a prisoner should have?

But the two of their guards had to go hungry again because they had to watch Beiye Xingchen.

"Why don't you go in and kick his pot of dumplings." The guard suggested.

"I'm not going, you didn't see the little red next to him, it's scary." Another guard said.

When he came back from arresting him just now, he didn't see that little kid whom Beiye Xingchen called Xiaohong at all.