"It's me who is abrupt. Words * love * first * hair [big | book | bag | small | say | net dashubao] "Hun Qingchen realized his faux pas, quickly withdrew his hand, turned it to the cup, mixed a cup of tea and handed it to Han Xizai, "Lord Han, you take a sip of tea, sit and talk slowly." ”

Han Xizai took the cup, and in the thick of the tea, he told the story: "When Weichen went to Bianjing, he was once sent into Youzhou by Zhao Kuangyin, the emperor of the Central Plains Dynasty, nominally, to let the envoys of the Southern Tang Dynasty enjoy the scenery of the dynasty, but in fact, he planned to secretly make a knuckle on the way, so that the important ministers of the Southern Tang Dynasty died unexpectedly, and the prestige of the Southern Tang Dynasty was damaged!" Weichen was injured by an assassin on the bank of the Yongding River, and he had no chance of surviving, but the heavens favored him, and his life should not be extinguished! Mo Sheng actually appeared at the right time to save Weichen! Later, Weichen learned that Mo Sheng had been far away from his career for many years, and had already started the way of hanging pots to help the world, and his private "Kurong Hospital" was hidden in the alleys on the banks of the Yongding River......"

"Yongding Riverside? He's back there! The light dust of the mind flew in Han Xizai's words, fanning out the monsoon wind of time, blowing up the dusty past.

She remembered that the Mo family's mansion was prosperous on the banks of the Yongding River, and it was also destroyed on the banks of the Yongding River.

"Niang, have you been there?"

"Oh, no." Hu Qingchen came back to his senses in a daze, and a smile appeared on his lips, "I just heard that the willow branches on the banks of the Yongding River are very green." ”

Han Xizai looked at Hun Qingchen's complexion and seemed to have improved, and couldn't help but say a few more words: "If you like it, you can write a letter, and when the spring flowers bloom, Ling Mosheng folded the willow branch and sent it." ”

A star of light shook in the pupils of the light dust, and the silence was half loud, and the light slowly fell silent, and at the end, it dissipated into a long sigh: "Spring is blooming?" I don't think I'm going to have a warm spring.1

"Lord Han, please forget about today's events! Don't even write to Yu Mosheng to inform him of my current situation, I don't want to disturb his cultivation. "Perhaps only when there is no trace of the past, Mo Sheng will not revisit the old sorrows.

Han Xizai's lips moved, and after all, he didn't say anything more, only lowered his head, and replied respectfully: "No!" ”

"Niangniang, you said it was snowing today, Lord Han, will you still come?" Qingnu's voice sounded in his ears, pulling Hun Qingchen out of his contemplation.

"It's not coming, and it won't come again."

Why is that? Could it be that Niangniang still can't trust Lord Han's medical skills? ”

Hu Qingchen shook his head slightly: "Qingnu, Lord Han has been all these years, he really shouldn't work hard for me, I have already let him go back to the palace to recuperate." ”

"But ......"

Hu Qingchen looked at Qingnu's infatuated appearance, and couldn't bear it: "Qingnu, you have been in the palace longer than me, even if I don't say some things, you should understand." Han Xizai is already old, and you are still young. ”

"!" Qingnu was said to be thoughtful, his eyes were filled with tears, he bit his lip, and plucked up his courage to say, "Lord Han...... It's good to be a slave! The slave maid also wants to treat him well! ”

Xun Qingchen looked at Qingnu's fearless and fearless expression, and seemed to see his former self through that resolute look: "That's it!" That's it! People in the red dust, who can break this word? Qingnu, if you really want to, I can send you back with him. ”

Qingnu stared at Hun Qingchen in disbelief: "Niangniang 1."