"By the way, I haven't introduced it yet, this is my sister, Shan Yu of the Huns, Wanyan Jiuge. Wan Yan Jun looked at Mo Chen with a smile, this senior brother had only one side of his life, and he didn't even have time to say a word.

"They know. Mr. Chang said and looked at Jiu Ge with a smile on his face: "Do you still like this apprentice as a teacher?"

"Nature is liked. Wan Yan Jun didn't want to take Jiu Ge and said with a smile: "Although there was a little misunderstanding, but now they are good brothers and sisters, right, Jiu Ge?"

Looking at Yan Jun's eyes that were about to roll over, Jiu Ge couldn't hold back a smile and was about to nod,

"I didn't ask you. Mr. Chang glared at Wan Yanjun impatiently: "I mean Mochen, do you like Jiuge?"

"What?" Wan Yanjun looked at Jiu Ge with an inexplicable expression.

Jiu Ge was also stunned, looking at Mr. Chang speechless.

"That's not going to work. After Yan Jun was stunned for a moment, he waved his hand and said: "Master, don't mess with the mandarin duck spectrum, my sister is already a famous flower, that person you also know, Wei Guo's son Wei is gone, and the beautiful son of Pianpian Jia, who combines talent and beauty, has made an alliance with Wei this time, and he has made a great contribution." ”

Mo Chen looked at Jiu Ge quietly, a rare trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, but he didn't speak.

"Shut up. Mr. Chang suddenly turned to Wan Yanjun, with an annoyed face: "If you talk nonsense, you will plow the old man." ”

Wan Yanjun was stunned, and immediately retreated to the edge of Mochen and obediently shut up.

Seeing this, Mr. Chang's face softened, and then he turned around again: "Jiuge, you said, if the old man is willing to marry you Mochen, can you accept it?"

"Ah-" Wan Yan Jun immediately turned his face and sighed as soon as he issued a word: "The weather is good today, senior brother." ”

Mo Chen looked at Mr. Chang with an unpredictable expression, but his eyes swept over Jiu Ge, who was already dumbfounded next to Mr. Chang, and his face was a little moved.

Jiu Ge stood awkwardly, and couldn't help but look at Mo Chen, but when he saw that he was also looking at himself, he lost his square inch at the moment, and directly said without a beginning or a tail: "Jiu Ge is the king of the Huns, and the three palaces and six courtyards are indispensable, but I am afraid that I will be wronged by Mo Chen." ”

The silence of the room, the teapot began to bubble, and the fragrance of tea overflowed.

"Hahaha!" Wan Yanjun's outburst directly scared away the birds that were quietly foraging on the grass outside the door, but he himself laughed uncontrollably and lay on Mo Chen's shoulder, shaking half and hurriedly retracting it, almost suffocating himself from internal injuries.

Mo Chen looked at Jiu Ge with a black line on his face, Three Palaces and Six Courtyards, her heart is quite big.

Mr. Chang was taken aback by Wan Yanjun's extremely demonic laughter, and instantly picked up the iron ploughshare in his hand and walked towards him.

"Don't, master. Seeing this, Wan Yanjun hurriedly begged for mercy: "Isn't it okay if I don't laugh?" As soon as he finished speaking, he laughed uncontrollably.

Jiu Ge watched in a daze as Mr. Chang waved his iron ploughshare and chased after Wan Yan Jun, while Wan Yan Jun was running, blocking, and laughing, and swallowed silently if he wanted to ask for love, feeling that this Wan Yan Jun was completely here to make trouble, and the problem was that he also pulled himself.

"Afraid of wronging me?" Mo Chen said meaningfully as he looked at Jiu Ge.

Jiu Ge didn't react for a while, "What?"

"Your three palaces and six courtyards?"

Jiu Ge was stunned, instantly blushed and embarrassed and said: "Fang was in a hurry for a while, so he didn't choose what to say, don't go to your heart." ”

"Really?" Mo Chen slowly lifted the teapot, brewed a lamp and handed it to Jiu Ge: "Bitter tea." ”

Jiu Ge panicked, a scene in the military camp unfolded, the taste of bitter tea is still fresh in his memory, Jiu Ge hesitated for a moment, and finally took it hard, it seemed that in front of him, he had never had the courage to refuse.

"Why don't you refuse?" Mo Chen glanced at Jiu Ge: "You don't like bitter tea." ”

Jiu Ge was slightly stunned, unconsciously lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "I'm used to it." ”

"Habit?" Mo Chen smiled indifferently: "What about Wei Lixie? is also a habit?"

Jiu Ge's heart trembled for no reason, and he turned to look at Mo Chen with some puzzlement.

"For the sake of the country, occasional sacrifices are inevitable. Mo Chen's eyes fell on Jiu Ge's face: "It's also because I said it?"

The experience of that night resurfaced, the pain in his heart was pierced, and Jiu Ge unconsciously raised a self-deprecating smile: "In the eyes of Childe, is Jiu Ge such a person?"

"Then what kind of person are you?" Mo Chen then approached Jiu Ge: "Mr. said that you are not you, I don't understand. ”

Jiu Ge was stunned, the doubts in his heart seemed to be removed, could this be the reason why he appeared here today? Looking at Mo Chen's deeper and deeper gaze, Jiu Ge felt flustered for no reason, did he already doubt himself?

"Who are you?" The approach of the ink dust made Jiu Ge unable to retreat, and his elbow slammed on the farm tool hanging on the wall behind him, and Jiu Ge's brows furrowed slightly.

Mo Chen pulled Jiu Ge's arm, and his elbow was already a little red: "Does it matter?"

"It's fine. Jiu Ge smiled awkwardly: "I didn't see blood, the skin is too thick." ”

A trace of complexity crossed Mo Chen's eyes: "Is your leg injury healed?"

"Leg injury?" Jiu Ge was stunned, looking at Mo Chen with some confusion.

"You ran into a brazier that night. Mo Chen looked at Jiu Ge: "My left leg is burned." ”

An inexplicable sourness surged up, Jiu Ge looked away in a panic, and pretended to be calm: "Minor injury, Doctor Zong gave medicine, and it was well early." ”

"Will Xiao Wound Zong Ying prescribe medicine?" Mo Chen looked at Jiu Ge's evasive gaze, knowing that she was lying.

"Maybe Dr. Zong is too nervous. Jiu Ge pulled out a smile and looked at Mo Chen: "It's really nothing, if he hadn't reminded me that night, I wouldn't have known that my leg was burned." ”

Mo Chen didn't speak, but took Jiu Ge into his arms: "Do you hate me?"

Jiu Ge froze, his limbs stiff and hugged in his arms, and his brain went blank.

The door was knocked open with a bang, accompanied by Wan Yan Jun's exclamation, Mr. Chang directly grew his mouth in surprise, turned pale, and immediately kicked Yan Jun violently, closed the door again and chased away.

Jiu Ge hurriedly pushed away Mo Chen and stood aside in embarrassment: "Childe is thirsty, Jiu Ge pours tea for Childe." As he spoke, he hurriedly walked around the ink dust to the side of the desk.

Mo Chen watched her tossing the tea set in a hurry, still the same old as before, and she couldn't even hide it.

"Mr. just got the best dragon well, how are you going to spoil it?"

Mo Chen's faint words made Jiu Ge's hand tremble inexplicably, the tea spilled on the ground, and Jiu Ge looked at Mo Chen tragically: "Didn't you say bitter tea?"

"Fang is bitter tea. Ink Dust took the teapot from the Nine Singers.

Jiu Ge was dazed when he heard this: "What do you mean?"

"It looks like bitter tea, and it is Longjing when you drink it. Mo Chen's eyes narrowed slightly: "But you didn't drink it." ”

Jiu Ge still didn't understand, and watched Mo Chen clean up the table in a daze, and said carefully for a long time: "This tea has changed because I haven't drunk it?"

"It's not that the tea has changed, it's the heart that has changed. After that, Mochen said no more.