C7

The alienation in the youth's eyes slowly disappeared as he watched Yan Xiaomu leave. His azure eyes revealed traces of inky blue.

Just as he turned around, he saw the medicinal bowl that he had just broken. The light brown medicinal liquid spilled all over the floor.

She was standing there leisurely. If it were any other girl, they would have probably screamed and punished the servants.

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as a glint flashed across his eyes. He then saw a hint of scarlet within the medicinal juice. Even the place where she had moved away from had a tinge of scarlet in it.

She ? was injured?

But she had just said that he was the son of her master?

Uncle Chen also called her Miss, could it be that this is Master's new disciple?

He had been in the capital for so many years, yet his master had told him about it in a letter from the future.

However, he did come this time for his master, and his Charm Heart Gu was at the end of its tether.

When he was young, his master told him that once the Charm Heart Gu activated three times, he would die without a doubt.

When he was three years old, he had already committed an offense once. It was due to Old Man Wuxi exhausting himself to suppress it. When he left the valley at the age of seven, he was ambushed and killed.

This time, he came because of the Gu poison, but did not expect his master to be not in the valley, while the fragrance of the medicine overflowing the valley almost triggered his Gu poison.

It had to be said that Yan Xiaomu had some tricks up her sleeve.

Before the parasite's poison flared up, he had probed his meridians and then used a silver needle to temporarily suppress it. After that, he had also prepared the medicine related to the illness.

At such a young age, he already possessed such a high level of medical skills. Was he supposed to say that his talent was too good, or did old man Wu Xi pay too much attention to him?

However, this medicine was extremely detestable to him. It didn't really matter if he didn't drink it!

Thinking of this, his mind flashed back to the sullen expression of the little girl when he smashed the medicine bowl, and the way she rushed over to see him with her bare feet.

Her heart suddenly became soft. Forget it, just take a few mouthfuls of medicine and just take it as a reassurance from the little girl.

In the next few days, Yan Xiaomu would often hear about the situation of the young man from Uncle Chen.

That day, after returning from the courtyard, Yan Xiaomu stayed in the medicine room day after day. Even the three meals were brought to her door by Uncle Chen. Sometimes, even when she couldn't remember, she forgot to eat.

Of course, she would also change the prescription in proportion to what Uncle Chen had said.

However, after hearing that the youth had obediently taken the medicine for the past two months, she heaved a sigh of relief.

It was fine if he was willing to cooperate, but if he wasn't, then all her efforts would be in vain.

more than three months

Yan Xiaomu finally made up her mind about what she wanted, and for the first time, she made a trip to her own courtyard. She even went to the hall to have a meal with Uncle Chen.

This caused Uncle Chen to excitedly ask the kitchen to add a few dishes to her bowl. He even kept stuffing the dishes into her bowl, saying that she had lost a lot of weight in the past few months.

Yan Xiaomu had been feeling rather sleepy, but after seeing Uncle Chen being "forced" to eat two large bowls of rice, her drowsiness was instantly chased away.

Since there was nothing to do, Yan Xiaomu ran into her bedroom and opened the box.

The box was made of centuries-old black holly and contained her cotoneaster lute.

After she was born, her own mother had to make a lute and send it to the Imperial Advisor's mansion because she missed it too much, and then Old Man Wuxi gave it to her.

It wasn't clear if it was a coincidence or due to an ulterior motive, but she had learned the lute under her mother's tutelage for a few years in her previous life. Now, as she looked at the lute, she felt an inexplicable sense of regret.

With a light brush of her sleeve, she sat down on the autumn rack in the courtyard.

His ten fingers skillfully twirled the strings of his lute. The clear and melodious sound was just like a chirping oriole.

A childhood most often hummed the song "Golden Silk Clothes" came out of the mouth.

Spring comes early to clear away the dreams and disturb the balcony to gather and recite the present day and day

So what if he was clothed in cloth?!

The moon is like a harpsichord, laughing when it wakes up from a drunken revel

Do not fail to live up to the youth

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A New White Hair and Old Friends of Yellowmouth

What's the harm in having two or three of them over the fence?

How about a glass of wine?

Jinyue1 music is full of envy

"What a great saying. 'Why don't you use cloth and green mountains, a thousand gold won't be exchanged for the maid's gaze?' Junior Sister is truly relaxed and elegant."

He had a faint smile on his face as he walked through the warm winter sun.

The golden light was reflected from behind him, and in the center of his robe, there was a platinum thread embroidered on his teeth. He looked like a direct descendant.

"He's not as proud as senior, he threw away his clothes and went to the corner of the wall."

Every word she said was like jewels, and her eyes were filled with an unyielding, unyielding, and arrogant aura.

Yan Xiaomu had no intention of pestering him, and playing the lute was just out of whim. Since her mood had been dampened, she didn't want to stay in the yard.

The corner of her mouth hooked into a charming smile. Her white cloak lightly swept across the ground, bringing a small gust of wind with it as it caressed the shattered leaves.

Yan Xiaomu probably felt that she wouldn't do that again, so she didn't guard against him.

When he walked past Meng Hao, he could feel the wind coming from his palm, and subconsciously felt himself being a step too slow.

The wind blew his ink-black hair up, and under the illumination of the sun, it was like a winding clear spring. The faint medicinal fragrance was refreshing, and the hair at his temples seemed to have a special flavor to it.

Yan Xiaomu was about to retort.

"Junior-apprentice Sister, this hairpin is quite unique. How about you give it to me?"

That arrogant look of his had a trace of a ruffian aura.

"Puchi!"

In the end, Yan Xiao Mu couldn't hold back her laughter, and it was hard for her to act like a scoundrel like that.

"Since senior likes this kind of little girl's things, then I'll give it to you!"

Yan Xiaomu had never been one to let people off when she was in a position of power. This was probably what it meant by "you get something cheap, yet you still act good".

Yan Xiaomu saw that he had nothing important to do, so she carried her lute back to the house.

"Junior Sister, I'm leaving tomorrow, you ?"

The youth subconsciously tightened his grip on the hairpin in his hand, as if he had made up his mind to say every word.

"Can you give it to me tomorrow?"

Without batting an eyelid, Yan Xiaomeng stepped onto the doorstep. She pulled out a glass bottle from her sleeve and tossed it in the direction of the youth.

"I heard Uncle Chen said that Senior doesn't like the smell of medicine. This pill is made from 109 kinds of stamens. Every year during the Double Sun Festival, you can drink one with mountain spring water."

Yan Littlemoon parted her red lips, listening carefully with a sigh and worry.

"Although you are unable to treat your roots, you can still ensure that your poison does not relapse again. Senior Brother, please do it yourself!"

It was just a few simple and straightforward words, but he'd shut the door after she finished speaking, leaving no room for anything else.

"Little Mu, I'm not Master's son, I ?"

The youth looked at the closed door as if he was still in a dream.

In the dream, the girl was sitting under the hibiscus tree on the autumn stand, holding a cotoneaster lute in her hand. The light singing voice was melodious and melodious, rarely to be found in the world.

The glass bottle in her hand still had her scent, but it seemed to have happened yesterday.

He looked at the glass bottle in his hand and finally reached out to open the bottle stopper to take a sniff. It was exactly as she said, it was filled with the delicate fragrance of fresh flowers, without the slightest hint of Chinese medicine.

The three months she had spent in seclusion were all for this?

He had come to her not just to say goodbye, but also to tell her his name and his story.

"Little Mu, I will come back to find you once I've dealt with all the matters in the capital."

He murmured softly.

Once I have settled all the debts owed to me by that person, I will be able to guard the Twilight Valley and the old friend buried here.

"Remember, my name is Qing Jue... "Lan Che!"

The wind gusted up the corner of his gown, as if wanting to pass on the words he had just said to someone.

But unfortunately, she didn't hear it in the end.