ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

1. There is nothing to say at night.

Early the next morning, Zitong and Beichen were still having breakfast, Zitu and Ye He had already arrived, and then the four of them rushed to the main hall to say goodbye to everyone.

A few people arrived in the main hall, Lan Mo, Lan Yinshui and others were already waiting in the hall, several elders and generals such as Xu Dali were there, and even Mr. Qin had rushed to the City Lord's Mansion early.

Everything that should have been said last night has already been said, and everyone just sent the two out of the gate together, and Xu Dali, who has always been rough, just had hot eyes, and told Zitong vigorously that he must come to Dongzhou when he is free.

"Don't worry, General Xu owes me a drink, I still remember it!" Purple Pupil smiled and arched his hand to everyone, "Everyone, go back!" ”

When her words fell, Beichen had already picked her up horizontally, and her figure shook and disappeared in front of everyone.

Everyone watched by the door as the figures of the two turned into a small black dot in the air, and then they withdrew their gaze and turned back to the door.

There is no banquet in the world, and parting is always inevitable.

The purple disciple and Ye He remembered the order of the purple pupil, and immediately went to the backyard to check on the situation of the pastor.

When the three of them came in, they saw that Mu was still sleeping on the pillow with his eyes closed, and a maid was carefully wiping his face with a cotton towel.

Mu's face was much better than last night, and his cheeks were even faintly flushed.

The maid stepped back, Lan Yinshui stepped forward, raised her hand to check his pulse, and as soon as her fingertips fell on his pulse, her wrist suddenly shrank.

Lan Yinshui raised his face in confusion, but saw that Mu's eyes had opened, but his gaze was still a little confused.

Seeing this, the purple disciple was just happy in his heart, "Mu Gongzi, you are awake." ”

Mu heard his voice and turned his face slightly, but he didn't feel the existence of the purple pupil, "What about the purple pupil?" ”

"Mademoiselle is gone." Purple disciple road.

"Gone? Where to? ”

"Young Master Bei has some trivial matters at home, and the two of them will go back to the academy first." Zitu paused slightly, "By the way, before leaving, Miss asked me to tell you, and I will go to her when you return to the academy, and she will try to complete what she promised you before...... And this ......"

Zitu took the eye wrapped in a thin cotton towel from his pillow and carefully unfolded it, "This is left to you by Miss, you are inconvenient, I will pretend that you wear it!" ”

Unfolding the cotton towel, the purple disciple carefully slipped the crystal glasses on his face.

Because it was Zitong's order, Mu did not resist or refuse.

The nose and ears were slightly cool, and then the eyes seemed to light up all of a sudden.

Mu blinked.

God, what did he see?!

In front of him, there was the face of the purple disciple, and then behind him, there were two more people standing.

Mu sat up straight, jumped out of bed, and looked around quickly.

Oh my God, he saw the table—a pineapple carved table, covered with beautiful embroidered cloth, and a candle stand carved into the corner, on which the candle was half burned, and there was only a short section left......

Although it wasn't clear enough to see all the details, he really saw it.

Mu raised his palm and raised it little by little in front of his face.

He saw the deep and shallow textures on his fingers, and ignoring the eyes of several people around him, he rushed over and grabbed the book on the desk.

Trembling fingers, he carefully flipped it open.