The next day word came that the Master, who never took his disciples to the Medicine Garden, had actually taken Thirteen there.

It really leveled the playing field and almost didn't scare them to death.

Thought it was fake (they hoped), but as soon as they saw Makiling behind Gong Mu Feng, they knew that Master had made an exception.

Xuan Cui said sourly, "Before Little Thirteen came, I was only the youngest disciple of the Pill Palace, and I was still a girl, so how come I didn't see Master treat me so well?"

After all was said and done, even though there was some dissatisfaction in his heart, he quickly figured out that it was probably because Shuling was too pitiful in the past, and Master said that he wanted to make up for this favor. So for M幕凌, no matter what he did, they still had the attitude of favoring him.

For example, when eating, the first time to eat at the main table of the Medicine Palace, Mou Ling is still a little excited, but this excitement has not lasted long, it was doused by the dishes, what are these dishes ah?

The meals of the Pill Palace had always been light, and when he looked over, they were all filled with various medicinal herbs that focused on nourishing the body. Any dish seemed to him to emanate a forced bitter flavor, with a hint of an unspeakable taste in between.

But it's just that no one except Makiling objected to it.

The Master said that the meal was good for their physical development and cultivation, and that they should eat more of it.

Thus, Curtain Ling, who had just come to the Medicine Palace and did not dare to speak, bitterly ate bitter herbs for nearly half a year.

Then one time, finally, he couldn't help himself and he made a rebellion.

Whenever it came to meal time, Master Gong Mu Feng always sat on the main seat, the twelve disciples were sitting two by two, but now there was an extra Curtain Ling, so Gong Mu Feng no longer sat on the main seat and sat opposite to Curtain Ling.

In the hall, except for Shuling, they were all eating without changing their faces, forgive him for really not being able to eat a single bite, not just because he was a ghost, but also because the meal was really hard to swallow.

Makiling looked at the table of green and green dishes and really couldn't get down.

Seeing that Makiling looked like he was about to say something, he knew that he had something to say.

"Thirteen, what's wrong? Is today's meal not to your liking?"

Gong Mu Feng asked with concern, seeing that he hadn't made a move, he assumed that he didn't find it appetizing.

Who knows, everyone except Eldest Brother was snickering, Gong Mu Feng didn't care, and Shuling didn't say anything, just looked at her with an expression that was hard to describe.

Lips a little bitter, drummed up the courage to say, "Master, next time can? Change some meals, this ... is really not appetizing ah!

Xuan Cui said, "Master, Thirteen is afraid that he doesn't like this table's dishes! Green and green, what's the flavor."

They all covered their mouths and stifled their laughter when they finished speaking.

Gong Mu Feng naturally also saw that this dish was not to his taste. Every time he ate it, he had a lifeless look, but he didn't realize that he was disliking this.

Then he put down his chopsticks, got up, went over and took his hand and said, "I can't change this meal today, so I'll make do with what I've got, since this doesn't fit the taste, let's go find something that does, let's go, Master will take you to a place?"

Xuan Cui was so dumbfounded that he dropped his chopsticks.

I knew this was the result, and dared to be angry, they just watched them leave, and then ate the green and green with a handful of snot and a handful of tears.

Alas, after all this time, it's time to get used to it.

Gong Mu Feng took Shou Ling all the way to the palace gate and led Shou Ling to fly out with his sword.

Curtain Ling was a little surprised, thought Gong Mu Feng would take him where to find food, the original is here for so long directly take him out.

Ever since he came, he hadn't gone out even once, even if he was on a mission, it was his senior brothers and sisters who went out. However, even if they were given the guts, they wouldn't dare to take him out.

And this time, he actually took him out for the first time, hardly ever, just because he said he didn't have an appetite for the meal?

It seemed that Gong Mu Feng had indulged in Curtain Ling to an unspeakable extent.

Xuan Cui once said, "Master does not understand love, life is dedicated to healing people, if not for the thirteen, I'm afraid that the master will be alone for the rest of his life, but after the curtain Ling, she will have to be different, finally there is a hint of? Sparks, I still remember the master of the curtain Ling said the most emotional words of love. I was too late to participate in your past, I will accompany you to your future, this sentence, after we heard it, there was only one thought, perhaps Yang Cen had already lost his master at that time."

One day in the great hall, has become an adult Shuling, all day looks dangling, in fact, secretly powerful, it is he refused to be serious just.

Because of his master's indulgence, he was like that.

One day in the morning class, Gong Mu Feng was up there talking about the usage and precautions of the medicinal herbs, as a result, Xuan Zhuo turned his head and saw a half—sleeping, crooked look of Shuling, and immediately felt that the gas could not be beaten out of him again.

Whispering, "Thirteen, thirteen!"

Makiling came back to his senses and said with sleepy eyes, "What's wrong? Eldest Brother!"

And you have the nerve to ask, "Master is having his morning class, why are you sleeping for no reason?"

Makiling looked at Gong Mu Feng, "Tired?"

Xuan Zhuo was speechless for a while, "Is that a reason?"

Xuan Cui, however, said, "Senior brother, keep your voices down, Master is looking at the two of you."

As expected, as soon as they looked up, they saw Gong Mu Feng stop lecturing and look at them, "Any questions?"

Xuanzhuo froze, "Uh uh, that I, there's nothing wrong with it."

Turning to look at Makiling again.

Makiling still had a listless look on his face.

Xuan Cui saw this, "Makiling, how can you be so rude to Master, Master is asking you!"

Xuan Zhuo was very dissatisfied with Makiling's attitude, "Thirteen, where's the respect for Master?"

"Yes, Little Thirteen, be polite!"

Speaking was none other than his senior sister, Xuan Cui, "Respecting your master, this is a must. You have to be polite to your master."

However, Makiling still looked like he didn't care and did what he had to do.

Senior sister was instantly infuriated. Xuan Cui also hadn't been refuted like this for too long, and was a bit angry, looking towards Gong Mu Feng, "Master!"

Curtain Ling is listening to the ear pain, yawned and continued to close his eyes to, and sue, it does not matter, anyway, every time is just said by the master.

But this time it was a little different.

Gong Mu Feng sat upright and motionless on the stage, the smile on his face was still the same gentle look.

"Master, look at Little Thirteen, what an attitude."

"Yes, Master, Little Thirteen has been initiated for so long, but he can't even memorize a Hundred Herb Compendium."

"That's right Master, you just indulge Little Thirteen too much."

I was really tired of hearing it before I said, "Senior sister, I'm only eighteen, I'm still young, it's the time when I need to rest."

The crowd was all exasperated by him, still small, all of them are eighteen years old, still have the nerve to say they are small.

"Little Thirteen, you're really good at this, still small at eighteen?"

Who knows that Curtain Ling glanced at him, with a trace of disdain in the corner of his eye, "Senior brother, I'm not small, could it be that you're small?"

"Master, look at Little Thirteen."

Unable to get angry, he still went towards his master to complain.

Everyone raised their heads and looked at Gong Mu Feng on the stage, but this time she didn't seem like she was saying anything!

However, the moment he opened his mouth to speak, he scared the hell out of the individual.

"Uh—huh. Still small indeed."

All the disciples were so thunderstruck by Master's words that they almost didn't fall over.

"Master—" It's eighteen, is it still young?

Even Makiling was a bit surprised, slowly making square to look at her.

"Master ..."

Gong Mu Feng said, "How old is Thirteen this year?"

Curtain Ling said in a daze, "... Eighteen!"

Gong Mu Feng nodded and looked at him with soft eyes, "Indeed it is a bit small, it still needs to rest and rest, and it is indeed a bit early for the daily morning lessons."

The disciples thought that the master was going to say something! And every morning lesson starts at the hour of the morning, where's the early hour. Master you this is what you want to say again?

Isn't it time to keep the morning classes short. As much as they would like that in their hearts, it seems delusional.

Because Gong Mu Feng came and said, "Little Thirteen, come over here, sit in and take a nap!"

Now they were really thunderstruck, this master was also too good to Little Thirteen!

Makiling froze for half a day before being called back by his sour senior sister, "Little Thirteen, Master wants you to go over and take a nap."

There is such a good thing, he naturally will not object to climb up and go over, tube their eyes and what not, the master favored, you then see what's the use?

Makurin ran over to the stage with his ass in the air, headfirst into the place where he could rest next to that on the stage.

The rest of the disciples were lost and lowered their heads, why is it that when Little Thirteen is tired, Master says he is still young and needs to rest, what about us? We are also tired!

Xuan Cui, however, just watched him go up, and as she watched Makiling make a smug face at herself, she almost didn't pull him down and beat him up.

But what can be done, in the end, it's still the master's call, what the master says, they can only do it.

Makiling went over to sleep, and Gong Mu Feng carefully draped his fox fur over him.

Gong Mu Feng began to do the morning lesson, and was talking about the planting and usage of iris, and hadn't said a few words when he suddenly felt a furry head rubbing up against his side.

Gong Mu Feng looked down, just in time to see Mou Ling's very innocent eyes with a pitiful look.

Gong Mu Feng didn't move, and looked at him in this position, Shuling saw that Gong Mu Feng didn't move, and knew that Master wanted to ask, what are you doing. So, simply opened his eyes and said, aggrieved, "Master, I'm cold!"

Although the voice was small, they still heard it, and the group of disciples below almost didn't die when they heard this.

Cold? Where is it cold? Your conscience, doesn't it hurt?

Xuan Zhuo had a pained look on his face, "Little Thirteen."

Master has prepared fox fur for you. Fox fur. Tell me where it's cold.

This guy was doing it on purpose, deliberately showing off in front of them that he could sleep at his master's place.

By deliberately saying that he was cold, he could rightfully shrink into his master's arms, which was his real purpose, right?

Gong Mu Feng looked helpless again and shook his head, his hand still tenderly stroking his hair for him, "No harm done, go to sleep!"

When she finished, she stopped sitting upright and sat down just so that his head was resting on her lap.

He was very satisfied with this appearance, sleeping peacefully on his master's lap, talking about how uncomfortable it was to fall asleep, and then rolled over on his side, and moved his hand to directly embrace Gong Mu Feng's waist to come, thinking, "It's true that it's still master who is good at talking."

No less than a few moments later, he fell asleep, seemingly genuinely tired.

Gong Mu Feng then lowered the volume to avoid waking him up.

The disciples under the stage were really furious, and that grudging little look was practically going to eat Shuling up.

Finally, someone couldn t help it and said with dissatisfaction, "Master, you ... you are not spoiling Little Thirteen too much!"

Before the words even left his mouth, the rest of the disciples knew that he was going to be cold.

How many times have we done this? Don't you get it?

People's Little Thirteen is not even on the same level as you.

Gong Mu Feng raised his head, no emotions could be seen in his eyes, but Xuan Cui and the others could clearly feel that the attitude was obviously more than one notch worse, "Oh, but you are dissatisfied?"

He froze and lowered his head, naturally sensing his Master's coldness, "Will Master, no!"

"No." Gong Mu Feng slightly covered Makiling's ears, "Then it seems that you know everything I talked about today, so much so that your attention is on Little Thirteen, in that case ..."

"Ah! Master, I ... I didn't, Master I ..."

After hearing Master's words, the others sighed coolly, "It's over!"