Chapter 9: Dead wood every spring

"Wait for us?"
"what?"
Ling Bufan and Ling Yun looked at each other to the west, startled.
"Yes... The third young master said that you will definitely come to her for questioning, but she is very busy now and has no time to answer your questions... Let you give her three days, and three days later, she will come to the old man in person Please thank your second master..."
"..."
Ling Bufan and Ling Yunxi had a beeping expression on their faces, and felt that there was a problem with their ears.
"Xiaoying... did these words say to you by Young Master Three?" Tao Ding was relatively calm.
"Yeah!" Xiaoying returned earnestly, and took out the money for the three of them to look at.
"Then... Do you know what the third young master is doing in the room now?"
"This...I don't know anymore, but in the afternoon, I refilled the Third Young Master several times. She was reading... and she wrote a lot of words. The room was full of paper..."
"She... is reading... writing?!" Ling Bufan replied with a grimace.
"Yeah!" Xiaoying pointed to the West Wing: "It's over there..."
Ling Bufan groaned for a while and flew up.
"I gonna go see……"
The robe was hunting, and he swept under the window of the West Wing without a trace of wind.
He is Xuanba's triple cultivation base, and he can do it silently long ago.
After piercing the window paper, he saw Ling Luoyu reading by candlelight.
With green plaster on her face, she was reading the thick pharmacopoeia while recording something on the paper.
At the corner of the table, there is a dozen rice paper with words written on it.
Ling Bufan's heart trembled fiercely, tears flashed in his eyes.
Since Ling Luoyu's failure, he has been discouraged and felt that the Ling family's defeat has been set. He didn't expect that Ling Luoyu would read and write again today when the dead trees meet in spring.
With his gaze swept away, he saw that Ling Luoyu's posture holding the pen was very fascinating. It was not the posture they used, but instead holding the nib with his fingers, struggling to write.
Suspicious in his heart, Ling Bufan backed away calmly.
"Xiaoying...you have been working hard these few days. Stay outside the young master's door and obey orders. If she wants to drink tea and have a supper or something, there will be someone waiting for her!"
"Yes..." Xiaoying replied, a little aggrieved.
Ling Luoyu had to stay up all night by herself, she had to stay with her.
Ling Bufan knew what she was wronged about, and immediately took out an ingot of silver from her waist and stuffed it.
"This is your hard work these few days..."
"Thank you, old man!"
"Okay, let's cook some ginseng soup to refresh the young master..."
"Yes……"
Seeing Qian's eyes opened, Xiao Ying brows and jumps away with a smile.
"Chang Wu..."
"The Great Duke..."
"As long as the Third Young Master does not leave the house, there is no need to restrict her activities..."
"Yes……"
"Also, if there is something surprising about the young master, you must tell me the first time..."
"Yes……"
With a flick of his robe sleeves, Ling Bufan's expression relaxed a lot, and he strode away.
"Go... go back to sleep..."
Tao Ding quickly pushed Ling Yunxi to follow.
"Master, what did you see?"
They all knew that Ling Bufan must have seen something, otherwise he would never look so relaxed, and asked Xiaoying to prepare Ling Luoyu ginseng soup.

In the study, Ling Luoyu matched the names of the medicinal herbs in the Pharmacopoeia with the medicinal herbs in his memory, and then recorded them one by one.
After translating all the herbs in the whole book, the sky had already revealed a slight dawn.