"Throat-moistening soup?" Xiao Ziyu heard this, bowed his head and was silent. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

She doesn't know how to cook meals and snacks.

Since she was a child, she thought that her hands and feet were not clumsy, especially when she was practicing martial arts, although she could not compare her father's bow skills, but her nine-section whip was well wielded.

It's just that she is not slow in her handwriting, and after entering the kitchen, she looks clumsy. Even some simple meals can't be done well.

The only thing she made was a plate of sour plums.

Mu Bairan smiled, "Does Miss Seven want to know?"

"Hmm. Xiao Ziyu nodded.

This time, the smile in Mu Bairan's eyes deepened.

He went back to the house and sat down, and asked Chu Qing to bring paper and ink, and wrote some medicinal food and soup recipes on it.

Bai Congjian doesn't like spicy and sweet food, and Mu Bairan wrote it clearly on the paper, saying that things that are too spicy and sweet are not good for coughing.

Xiao Ziyu saw it in his eyes, and wrote it all down carefully.

When he finished writing and came out of Xiao Ziyu's room, it was already dark.

The winter night comes earlier than in other seasons, and the White Horse Temple at night is like a dark veil, and the surrounding light is very dim.

The cold wind mixed with the fragrance of sandalwood made his tense mood slowly relax.

No wonder the Queen Mother comes to the White Horse Temple once a year, perhaps only here will people really relax their vigilance and rest peacefully for a short time.

Mu Bairan first went to Gu's wing, and told Gu that Xiao Ziyu only occasionally felt 'wind cold', and his condition was fine, but he was afraid that he would not be able to come to accompany Gu's to eat again in the past few days, and he had to rest in the wing.

After listening to Mu Bairan's words, Gu still showed a worried look.

She raised her head to look at the heavy snow outside the window, and said to Mu Bairan that it would be too late, let Mu Bairan return to the capital tomorrow.

Mu Bairan replied with a smile and said yes.

After he dealt with Gu and Xiao Siye, he walked in another direction.

On the way, he passed by a small courtyard, and when he saw the red plum blossoms blooming in the night, his eyebrows and eyes raised slightly. In his memory, he had also seen such a fiery red, but it was not a red plum but a begonia.

It blooms beautifully, as dazzling as a summer sunset.

Mu Bairan thought thoughtfully for a while, then walked around the path to the outside of the wing room not far away, and said to the guard standing outside the house, "Has the master slept?"

"Nope. Eleven replied, "It's just that the Nine Princes are here." ”

Mu Bairan frowned, "Why is he here again." ”

This Nine Princes could also be called a hero back then, but because of one person, he has become today's 'dog bear', and he is not like a royal child, let alone a student taught by his father.

Therefore, Mu Bairan didn't like this prince.

"The master said, I'm afraid something happened in the palace. "Eleven doesn't know much, and that's all he can reveal.

"Thank you. Mu Bairan bowed slightly, and said, "Please go into the house and pass it down, saying that Fourteen will let me come to visit the master." ”

Bai Congjian's condition is not stable, he came to the White Horse Temple this time, not specifically to send medicine to the Gu family, but in the name of sending medicine, to help Bai Congjian's pulse.

It's just that what's interesting is that he actually met Xiao Zilan, who escaped from the Xiao family and rushed to the White Horse Temple.

There was absolutely nothing good about Xiao Zilan as soon as she appeared, so he reminded Xiao Ziyu again and asked her to pay a little attention.

Eleven nodded, "Doctor Mu, wait a moment." ”

After speaking, Eleven turned and walked into the courtyard.

It was pitch black all around, except for a candle burning in the courtyard room, and the windproof lamp under the porch was extinguished at some point.

A trace of confusion flashed in Mu Bairan's eyes......

The night his father left the house, it was also a snowy night, and the sky was as dark as ink. He remembered that his father had told him that he must stop His Majesty's recklessness, and as soon as his father left, he never came back alive.

After that, it was a cold corpse that was sent back again.

Only then did he know that his father's insistence was actually a joke. What is the result of loyalty?

Mu Bairan thought about it, and couldn't help but have a bit of anger in his eyes.

In the past, everyone said that his father was the whitest pillar of the court, but after his father's death, no one in the court doubted the cause of his father's death. Perhaps they doubted, but none of them dared to question it......

The funny thing is that when my father was alive, he always counted him down, saying that how many people could he save as a doctor? It is better to study hard and serve the country in the future to gain fame and fame.

My father wanted to save the people of Dachu, but he lost his life.

And there are very few people he wants to save, so he is still alive and well.

"Doctor Mu!" When Eleven walked out of the house, he saw Mu Bairan's cold aura all over his body, and he couldn't help but be a little stunned, "Are you okay?"

Mu Boran woke up from his memory and shook his head, "I'm fine." ”

Eleven raised his eyebrows, obviously a little worried in his expression.

In Eleven's memory, Mu Bairan was always smiling, and his age was completely incompatible, and there was no calmness that an elder should have.

He didn't seem to have anything to worry about.

However, at this time, Mu Bairan obviously had something on his mind, and it was very serious.

Although Eleven was puzzled, he said, "Master, please come into the house for tea." ”

"En!" Mu Bairan nodded, he raised his foot and walked a few steps, then suddenly stopped, turned around and asked Eleven, "Is the Ninth Prince still there?"

Eleven replied, "Yes." ”

Mu Bairan frowned unhappily, didn't say anything, and walked towards the wing.

Inside the house, Bai Congjian was holding the stove, and said in a light tone to the middle-aged man sitting not far away, "Tonight, I want to introduce someone to the prince." ”

"Oh?" the middle-aged man smiled, "Who else do you have to introduce in person?"

Bai Congjian said, "I wonder if the prince still remembers your teacher?"

The middle-aged man known as the prince is none other than the current ninth prince, Zhou Youan.

At this time, his expression became very strange because of Bai Congjian's words.

"Why your mentor passed away back then, I believe the prince knows better than anyone else. Bai Congjian showed a wry smile, "Over the years, has the prince seen him in his dreams?"

Zhou You'an's brows furrowed slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After half a ring, his lip lines sank slightly, and the lines drooped.

-- It was a wry smile.

Zhou You'an asked softly with a wry smile, "Master, the person you want to introduce to me is Brother Fengren?"

"Since you and Zhongli have known each other, how can you be introduced?" Bai Congjian held the white jade hand stove in his hand and said softly to the outside of the house, "Come in." ”

The curtain was raised, and a familiar face met Zhou Youan's eyes.

He stood up uneasily, his hand that was originally clenched into a fist trembled violently at this time, "Master." (To be continued.) )