"Brother Mu." A delicate and soft call was like a yellow warbler coming out of the valley, disturbing the silence of the room.

Chang Mu slowly raised his head from the medical book, and was stunned for a moment, his father had already made it clear to all the juniors and disciples that if someone dared to disturb him to study medical books, he must teach that person to live and not to die......

Murong Xian'er was secretly happy when she looked at Chang Mu's stunned appearance, she hurriedly grabbed Chang Mu's sleeve, and showed a smile that captivated the country and the city while the iron was hot, "Brother Mu? ”

Chang Mu blinked, stared at the girl in front of him for a long time, and finally remembered that he was not in Taixi Mountain, but a guest in the Immortal Valley, and the girl in front of him who was about to stick to him was Murong Xian'er, the granddaughter of the old valley lord of the Immortal Valley.

This Murong Xian'er has apricot eyebrows, a pretty nose and thin lips, today she is wearing a pale green floral dress, draped in a layer of moon-white light yarn on the outside, embroidered with violet patterns on the wide hem, three thousand green silk is rolled up and combed into a flying cloud bun, a jasper and snow hairpin is obliquely inserted in the bun, and a small clear water green gem hangs down in front of her forehead, which makes her already delicate face charming and affectionate, well, it is really ...... As his name suggests, people are as beautiful as immortals, which can make the male immortals in the sky move their hearts, and the monks on the earth have vulgar thoughts.

However, Chang Mu is a dull person who is not very interesting, and naturally looks at all the women in the world, all of them are red and pink skeletons that will turn into white bones.

Yes, he slowly lowered his eyes, got up, and said solemnly: "Miss Murong, men and women don't kiss, and I hope that Miss Murong will respect herself." With that, he took a step back, and his wide sleeves slid out of Murong Xian'er's hand silently, neither hurting Murong Xian'er's face nor losing his manners.

"Yesterday, Brother Mu promised Xian'er that he would accompany Xian'er to release paper kites......" Murong Xian'er pursed her lips and said aggrievedly. The tearful appearance of the beautiful woman is like a green leaf, which is even more lovely.

Chang Mu frowned slightly, lowered his eyes, "Miss Murong, I don't have dementia and forgetfulness in my next question, why don't you remember having an appointment with Miss?" ”

"You ......" Murong Xian'er stomped her foot anxiously and pulled out a piece of Supa from her sleeve, "Can you see, didn't you let people quietly hand it over to Hongyu?" ”

At dusk yesterday, her personal maid Hongyu came back with this handkerchief, saying that someone had privately handed it over, although it was a taboo to give and receive privately in the boudoir, but the etiquette could not withstand the curiosity, she reprimanded Hongyu painlessly, or quietly accepted the veil

The corner of Na Supa is embroidered with a piece of green bamboo, and there is a line of elegant small Kai on it, which means nothing more than to see the beauty of the heart, hoping to put a paper kite with the beauty to enhance a relationship.

Chang Mu took the handkerchief suspiciously, and after taking a closer look, he said calmly: "Miss Murong, although this trace is similar to six or seven points in the next, it is not in the book. ”

Murong Xian'er was stunned, "You ......" Isn't it? But apart from him, there is no male guest house in the house!

"In the five days I was a guest in the house, I always remembered my father's teachings, and I didn't dare to go beyond half a step of etiquette, how could I do such a thing that I don't know how to measure? I also hope that Miss Murong will be clear. As he spoke, Chang Mu shook his hand before respectfully handing the veil back to the maidservant Hongyu who was following Murong Xian'er.