Chapter 47

"Hmm?"

This place was Feng County, quite far from the residence of the Prefect. When Lu Qing had invited him, it took half a day to travel by carriage.

How could Ning'er be in Feng County?

If so, Miss Liu should also be in Feng County?

Qin Xianyu stood there for a long time, frowning, and finally left the temple, thinking to himself, "I should at least thank her, right?"

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the soft touch from back then.

"Amitabha, what a sin."

"Wrong, it should be 'Boundless Heaven.'"

Uncle Fu had not returned yet, so Qin Xianyu closed the door and left.

His internal true qi had reached nearly seven inches high, not only increasing his strength but also making him more agile and graceful, moving as swiftly as the wind.

His senses were sharp, and even though he had delayed for a while, he could still follow Ning'er.

Before long, he caught up with Ning'er, but this little Taoist was always a bit afraid of the mischievous maid, so he slowed down and followed from a distance.

Ning'er followed the road into the forest.

Qin Xianyu followed her inside and saw a carriage in an open area of the forest.

Beside the carriage were two guards and a coachman holding a long whip.

Ning'er approached the carriage with a smile, laughed a few times, and said something.

Qin Xianyu thought to himself, "Miss Liu is indeed in Feng County."

Suddenly, a person descended from the carriage, with delicate features and an extremely beautiful appearance. Her long hair flowed like a waterfall, black and shiny, and her skin was as white and smooth as jade, her movements gentle and delicate.

Compared to her weak and sleeping state, she now had a touch of spirit.

Qin Xianyu's heart skipped a beat.

"It seems Miss Liu has truly recovered, looking very well. In such a short time, she can already walk, truly remarkable."

Qin Xianyu hid nearby and saw Miss Liu and Ning'er walk away together, leaving the coachman and guards to wait. They seemed to want to take a walk in the forest, enjoy the scenery, and have a private conversation.

Just as Qin Xianyu was thinking about whether to return to the temple, he heard the phrase "cow-nosed little Taoist" drift into his ears.

Hearing his nickname, he hesitated for a moment and then followed them around the other side of the forest.

"Miss, that little brat of a Taoist may have cured you, but he shamelessly asked your father for a lot of rewards, even a small sword made of pure gold. I also heard that your father secretly gave him two thousand taels of silver."

"Nonsense, the two thousand taels is just a rumor, not the truth."

"Who knows? Look at how shameless he is, asking your father for so many herbs and even a golden sword. The two thousand taels must be true. I think your father just didn't want to say it."

Qin Xianyu, hiding nearby, felt ashamed.

"Besides, when I delivered those talismans and cinnabar, didn't he greedily take them?"

Ning'er's words made Qin Xianyu almost cover his face. Was he really that greedy at the time?

In the end, Ning'er sighed and said, "Miss, he saved you, and your father has already given him a reward, which can be considered as payment. Why are you still so concerned about this little Taoist?"

Miss Liu's face turned slightly red, and she said softly, "I felt guilty for slapping him that day."

At this, Ning'er became angry, "That little Taoist clearly took advantage of you. You should have slapped him, and if I had seen it, I would have smashed him with a vase."

Miss Liu's fair face turned a light red, and she said, slightly annoyed, "Little girl, what are you talking about? He was treating me, not taking advantage. You're just making things sound so bad."

"No, no," Ning'er shook her head, "Who knows if that little Taoist wasn't taking advantage of the situation? After treating you, he still took advantage and indulged himself."

Miss Liu kicked her lightly and scolded, "Little girl, what are you talking about?"

Qin Xianyu, standing nearby, smiled bitterly and thought, "In Sister Ning'er's eyes, this little Taoist has already been labeled as a lecher. It seems there's little hope of changing that impression."

At this moment, Ning'er blinked and leaned close to Miss Liu's ear, saying, "Miss, I heard that when a girl is taken advantage of, she often thinks about that moment, feeling both ashamed and angry. I think this little Taoist is quite handsome. If you keep thinking about him, you might develop a love sickness."

Miss Liu stiffened and said, "Nonsense."

"Always thinking and remembering, if the person is also handsome, you will eventually develop a love sickness," Ning'er said, counting on her fingers, "This little Taoist is quite handsome and clean. If you keep thinking about it, you will always think of him. The more you think, the bigger the problem will become."

Miss Liu was extremely embarrassed, "What big problem? You're always talking nonsense!"

"This little Taoist is handsome, but if you really get love sick and want to marry him, his family background is poor. He's an orphan and a Taoist, though he's also a doctor, he's far below our Liu family," Ning'er said, opening her eyes wide, "If the families are not well-matched, it will become a big problem. If you elope, I will have to follow and suffer. If the elopement fails, I, as a maid, will be beaten to death by the family law."

"Isn't it common for poor scholars to fall in love with wealthy young ladies?"

Ning'er muttered, "I also heard that a young lady was forced to marry someone of a well-matched family. When the groom heard about the poor scholar, he beat him to death and took out his anger on the maid. If the groom hears about this, won't he beat me too?"

Sister Ning'er's foresight was so far-reaching that Qin Xianyu almost sat down, wiping cold sweat, and wanted to leave.

At this moment, Ning'er said, "This little Taoist looks a lot like those poor scholars. I heard he can read and has a scholarly air, but he's not as weak as most scholars... and, and..."

Ning'er thought for a moment but couldn't think of how to describe it.

Miss Liu said softly, "He has a mysterious aura."

"Right! That's it."

Ning'er clapped her hands and suddenly became annoyed, "See, Miss, you know him so well. I knew you would eventually get love sick."

Miss Liu, blushing, tried to hit her, and Ning'er laughed and dodged.

Qin Xianyu, listening nearby, was lost in thought.

Most scholars read the classics and have a weak and scholarly air. Qin Xianyu, who could read, studied Taoist scriptures and medical books, and could also be considered a scholar. However, he often read Taoist texts, adding a mysterious aura to his scholarly air.

Moreover, he had cultivated true qi, making him not as weak as ordinary people.

To others, he was a clean and quiet Taoist, not weak, but rather mysterious.

He thought for a moment and frowned.

At this moment, the two women were playing and laughing. Although most of their conversation was about him, it was still a private conversation between girls. He had already regretted listening, and it would be inappropriate to continue.

Thinking this, Qin Xianyu was about to leave.

At this moment, a faint, slightly painful scent reached his nose.

He moved forward slightly, feeling a breeze on his face, which stung a little.

Then, he saw a beam of light fall not far away, heading straight for Liu Ruoyin.

"Killer intent?"

Qin Xianyu was suddenly startled.