Mu Tong hurriedly walked to the bed and squatted down.

"It's all to blame Brother Tong, when Yang'er was in poor health, Brother Tong didn't pay attention to it immediately, and he didn't inquire about Yang'er's news in the rear in time when he went to Da Chu, I didn't expect Yang'er to suffer so much, and almost lost his life, if Yang'er really wants to have three long and two short, Big Brother Tong has no shame to go back to see the old general, and then he can only raise his head to see him......" He frowned, and his face slowly became solemn.

Seeing his distressed and self-blaming look, the words began to get heavier and heavier.

She couldn't help but interrupt repeatedly: "Brother Tong doesn't have to blame himself, don't you think I'm doing well now?!" The corners of her lips hooked, but comforted him.

With this smile, Mu Tong looked at it with a sad face.

"Is it good?" Thinking that Yang'er was young and promising, but he had lost his martial arts and memory, he was depressed for a while, and replied indifferently as if he were talking to himself.

"......" Mu Qingyang listened to the tone, looked at his lonely expression, and somewhat understood what he meant, and was speechless for a while, but these words made her feel a lot of emotion, and she thought of "Mu Qingyang" and herself, and then slowly lowered her head.

Seeing that Mu Qingyang, who was quite active just now, he was depressed for a while, and thought that there seemed to be something wrong with what he said just now.

"Yang'er doesn't have to be sad, Brother Tong means it's good. He began to make up for his gaffe.

When she heard the voice, her eyes were shining, and she looked up at him: "Brother Tong, my life is still alive, why should I be sad?" ......" Mu Tong raised his eyebrows, uh, he was already clumsy, and at this moment he seemed to be saying something wrong, he pursed his lips, and simply gave up speaking again.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Seeing these two people in such a situation, Mu Bing was embarrassed. The young master's current situation, he has not fully adapted to it, let alone General Mu, who came out to play a round.

"What the young master asked Bing'er to look for, Bing'er brought back. With that, he took out a small porcelain vase from his bosom and handed it to her.

"Really!" Mu Qingyang's eyes lit up, and there seemed to be a hint of sweetness in his mouth.

took the identical small porcelain vase, hurriedly opened it and poured one in the palm of his hand, looking almost the same. Immediately put it in his mouth, squinted his eyes, and immediately looked like he was enjoying it. That's right!

Watching her eat, she seemed to be intoxicated, "Ruoqing Yang likes to eat ......" Mu Bing's ears rang for a while.

"Young Master, is it delicious?" he was very curious about the taste of this little ball.

"You'll know if you taste it yourself!" she said, holding the small porcelain vase, and began to pour it outward. Thinking that this thing was not easy to come by, Mu Bing was so frightened that he hurriedly stepped forward to stop it.

She had already poured out one with quick movements, raised her hand and handed it over.

Bing'er didn't get a stick. He shook his hand again and again, excused himself.

"That's right. Brother Tong, you have one. Today, she felt Mu Tong's sincerity towards "Mu Qingyang", which completely made her change her initial "opinion" of him, as well as the real thirty sticks, thinking about starting to be enthusiastic about him.