Lan Xin put down the dishes and chopsticks, took the tea handed over by the red sleeves and rinsed his mouth, and then pressed the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info leaned back in the chair without any image, rubbed his stomach, and sighed comfortably: "Oh, it's so delicious! I haven't eaten anything so delicious in a long time." My mother's cooking skills are exquisite, and by the way, she raised my mouth.

When I first got on the boat, I was not used to the food on the boat. Whenever I feel that something is hard to swallow and I don't want to eat it. Think of it like a dessert made by your mother. While chewing in my mouth, I savored the taste of dessert in my head. Although it won't improve much, it can finally fill your stomach. She squinted her eyes and smiled quietly like a lazy cat.

Jane's mother suddenly felt her nose sore, and she blinked her eyes vigorously, forcing the tears in her eyes back. No wonder the emperor wants to arrange himself to the girl's side, how similar her situation is to the emperor before he ascended the throne. At that time, the palace seemed to be calm, but it was full of crises and turbulent dark tides. No one knows better than her how many plots the three princes suffered at that time and how much suffering they suffered. A few times, I even went around the ghost gate.

But fortunately, the current Queen Mother, the original Concubine Liu was not a vegetarian. openly and secretly cleared the obstacles for the emperor and protected the emperor's life. But today's girl is ・・・・・・ there is no one around her who knows hot and cold. Everything has to be supported by yourself, otherwise you don't have to risk your life and take the fleet across the ocean.

She thought that she probably understood the purpose of the emperor sending her to Jiangzhou. One is to trust her hard, and the other is to hope that she can use her acumen in the palace to sweep away those potential crises. It's like blocking the poison for him at the beginning, and protect her well.

Lan Xin's face was dazed, and he looked drowsy. In fact, under the slightly drooping eyelids, there was a sharp light hidden, secretly observing the look on Jane's mother's face. Seeing a trace of distress flashing on her usually smiling and gentle face, there was more firmness in her loving eyes.

I muttered to myself: It seems that Mother Zhen didn't come to her side with a mission. As long as you can't afford to rebel, whether it is Zhen's mother or the emperor, they will protect themselves well. But when I thought that everything I was enjoying now was exchanged for the life of my father, I couldn't help but feel gloomy in my heart.

"Girl, it's autumn, and although the temperature at night is cooler, it's more suitable for walking than in summer. Why don't you go out for a walk with the girl? lest you accumulate food at night. Mother Zhen saw that Lan was sitting on a chair and was about to fall asleep, so she persuaded her gently.

"Okay!" Lan Xin nodded kindly, "I haven't enjoyed the night view on land for a long time. I just want to go out for a walk!" got up from the chair, let the red silk put a cloak on her, looked at the somewhat thin mother Jane, and said with a smile, "Mom, too, add some clothes, so as not to catch a cold." ”

"Yes, girl. Mother Jane smiled and bowed, turned around and went out to add some clothes and came back.

Red Silk and Red Sleeves led the way with lanterns at their sides, and Jane's mother walked one step behind Lan Xin's side. The four masters and servants walked slowly along the bluestone-paved path. The night breeze is blowing, and from time to time you can smell the quiet floral fragrance and bursts of sweet fruity aroma, which makes people feel refreshed.

The autumn night sky is very pure, the moon shows a small crescent in the east, but the stars blink excitedly. Lan Xin and his party walked out of the small courtyard and continued to walk along the crooked path.

Standing at the gate of the outer courtyard, he said softly: "Red Sleeves, but you look at what Xue Shan is doing, how is the wound? What are other people busy with?"

Red Sleeves took the order and came back after a while, followed by Dongxiu. Dongxiu bowed: "I've seen the girl." Miss Lao was worried that the slave brother's injury was no longer serious. The ginseng soup ordered by the girl had already been boiled by the slave and maid, so he could take it. ”

"Hmm. Lan Xin nodded lightly, listening to her relaxed and cheerful tone, knowing that it was not an excuse, there should really be nothing wrong with people. He smiled and said, "Now that you've come here, let's go in and have a look." ”

When Xue Shan knew that Lan Xin had come to see him, he hurriedly came out to greet him. Lan Xin waved his hand before he saluted and told him that there was no need to be polite, and he was relieved to see that his face was not as pale as on the boat. Later, Dr. Zhu took a look, but he ate a closed door. The little guy who was sent to Dr. Zhu's side ran out and said that Dr. Zhu was concocting medicinal materials and didn't have time to come out to see the girl. After speaking, he quickly lowered his head, for fear that Lan Xin would sprinkle the fire on him.

Hmph, Lan Xin hummed softly in his heart, he knew that this Doctor Zhu said that he was a slave in the house, just listen to it, but he can't take it seriously, how can a slave keep his master outside the door? Also, a good clever child, but he wants to be named bitter melon, I really don't understand what this Doctor Zhu thinks.

Dr. Zhu has a strange temper, and he is obsessed with medicine, almost crazy. When he concocted medicinal materials, he was concentrating, and even if the sky fell, he would not stop what he was doing. Lan Xin didn't let the bitter gourd be embarrassed, but just told him to tell Dr. Zhu that he didn't forget to diagnose Xue Shan's pulse and change the medicine. After giving an explanation, he turned around and left with the people.

Bitter gourd flashed big black and white eyes, looking at the back of Lan Xin and his party. He touched his head, then ran back in a hurry, and when he ran to the middle of the yard, he hurriedly stopped. Motionless, he listened with his ears stunted, and looked up to see the shadow of the medicine printed on the window. He breathed a long sigh of relief, stuck out his tongue, and patted his chest in fear. When he raised his feet again, he didn't dare to make too much noise, and walked slowly towards the house.

Bitter gourd is thirteen years old this year, looks like a tiger, has a somewhat jumpy temperament, and jumps around all day long. After arriving at Dr. Zhu's side, Dr. Zhu's first request to him was to walk well and not jump all day. The second requirement is that when you enter the courtyard, you should speak in a low voice, especially when you encounter him concocting medicinal materials or making pills, and there must be no sound.

Bitter gourd scratched his head and nodded desperately in agreement, but when he turned around, he forgot all about it. Doctor Zhu looked at the bitter gourd that was running back loudly, and a weird smile rose at the corner of his mouth. Bitter gourd didn't understand the deep meaning of the smile on the corner of Dr. Zhu's mouth, and grinned and smirked. But the next moment, he couldn't laugh anymore, because he found that his body couldn't move anywhere except his mouth. The legs are still raised in mid-air, and the body remains in a forward position.