And during this time, Lin Yixue's days in Mu Mansion were also smooth and smooth. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just that the only fly in the ointment is that you miss someone occasionally.

However, Ouyang Zhixuan always had a little conscience, and knew that every once in a while, he would send a letter back.

Although there are only a few words, Lin Yixue is very satisfied that someone can think of himself in his busy schedule.

No, five or six days ago, Ouyang Zhixuan wrote to Xuan saying that the flood control had been basically completed, and he would be able to come back soon.

Hearing the news, it was beautiful for Lin Yixue.

She is happy that she doesn't think about tea every day, and her food is not fragrant, so she shrinks into the house all day long, embroidering the unfinished red hijab.

"Sister Snow, Sister Snow, are you in there? Vile is here, I'm here to play with you! ”

Before you see him, you hear his voice first.

Ouyang Zhiwei was like a cheerful little butterfly, shouting loudly as she ran, announcing her arrival.

"Hey, Wei'er, can you slow down, can you run slower?

I've told you how many times that your sister Xue can't run away.

She was huddled in the room again, either writing letters or embroidering her red hijab. ”

Mu Ying watched Ouyang Zhiwei stumble from behind, and scolded uneasily.

Having said that, when it comes to Lin Yixue, Mu Ying is about to vomit in her stomach now.

Tell me, this usually looks like a shrewd girl, uh, although occasionally she makes stupid mistakes.

However, since I reconciled with Cousin Xuan that night, I didn't know what ecstasy soup I was poured in, and my soul was not possessed all day long, and now I have become a second fool.

"Sister Ying, you should hurry up, why do you climb so slowly like a snail.

People finally have a day off, and they want to see Sister Xue soon, can you not hold back? ”

Ouyang Zhiwei was forced to stop, pouted at Mu Ying, and protested dissatisfiedly.

"Yo, you little girl, I haven't seen you for a few days, and you dare to dislike me. It's really against you, why don't you go to heaven! Mu Ying tapped her feet and jumped in front of Ouyang Zhiwei with a light skill.

Pointing at Ouyang Zhiwei's little nose, he said provocatively: "Say, little bit, do you dare to dislike me anymore?" ”

"Oops, the big bad guy is coming, run!" Ouyang Zhiwei stuck out her tongue mischievously, stepped out of her short legs, and began to run wildly.

"You bear child, see if I'll catch up later, and open your little ass." Mu Ying scolded angrily.

The two of them fought all the way, and soon came to the courtyard where Lin Yixue lived.

Through the quaint wooden window, I saw Lin Yixue sitting there from a distance, focusing on embroidering her baby red hijab.

When it comes to focus, it is not that Lin Yixue's embroidery skills are superb, but that she is completely immersed in her own world and her fascination with the red hijab.

Every time I embroider a stitch, I will pick it up, up and down, left, right, right, carefully look at it for a long time, and then hehehehehe......he

Looking at it again, the crooked pattern embroidered on the red hijab, Mu Ying was really drunk.

Such an embroidery is even worthy of a treasure like her.

"Sister Ying, what's wrong with Sister Xue, is she sick and embroidered such an ugly red hijab, why is she not only not angry, but she is alone there?"

Yes, even the young Ouyang Zhiwei saw it, and broke the mystery in one sentence, it can be seen that someone is indeed terminally ill.

"Yo, don't you see, you little girl has become smarter?" Mu Ying nodded at Ouyang Zhiwei's small brain and praised.

"People are already smart, you say it quickly, you say it quickly, what happened to Sister Xue?" Ouyang Zhiwei asked anxiously.

This Lin Yixue's expression, how does Ouyang Zhiwei think it is abnormal, is this still the kind Sister Xue she knows?

"Wei'er, you're right, your sister Xue, she's really sick!" Mu Ying deliberately straightened her face, changed her words, and said bitterly.

"Ahh True...... Really sick? What the hell is the disease? When Ouyang Zhiwei heard this, she was shocked to let herself guess correctly.

"It's a kind of disease, called lovesickness." Mu Ying pondered for a long time, and said mysteriously.

"Huh? What is lovesickness? How come I've never heard of it? Ouyang Zhiwei asked with big eyes flashing and puzzled.

What a strange illness that sounds like this, but there is still such a disease in the world?

"This disease, when it occurs, is moody and insane.

What you saw today, this is still a slightly normal symptom of your sister Xue.

Don't you know, sometimes she has a sick illness, she can look at a piece of paper, sometimes it may be just two words, stupid all day.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I will pull you to look at some map, and cry and laugh at those strange lines......"

Mu Ying seriously described Lin Yixue's recent symptoms, the conscience of heaven and earth, she really described it truthfully, and she really didn't add oil and vinegar.

"Ah, it's so serious, then hurry up and find the envoy of the Fan Yuan to show her? The queen mother said that if you are sick, you must be treated quickly, and you can't drag it out. ”

Ouyang Zhiwei was anxious when she heard this, and turned around and ordered the little palace maid who was panting behind her and had just chased after her.

"Xiaoyue, you hurry back to the palace and tell the queen mother, let her invite the envoy of the Fan Yuan to come over and see Sister Xue.

You just said that Sister Xue is very sick, and if she doesn't treat it, she will be stupid. ”

Mu Ying looked at Ouyang Zhiwei's anxious son, who was more anxious than herself, and said in a loud voice:

"Slowly, Wei'er, you don't understand this, your sister Xue's illness can't be cured at all."

"Huh? Why? Are you sure? Ouyang Zhiwei asked incredulously:

"The Fan Yuan envoy is the most powerful doctor in our Beiyan, and he can't even cure the Fan Yuan envoy, so what can I do? Does that mean that the disease is not cured? ”

"Wrong, wrong, wrong, there is really someone who can cure it." Mu Ying said mysteriously.

"Who? He can cure a disease that even the envoy of the Fan Yuan can't cure? Surely a liar, right? Sister Ying, are you falling for someone else's job? Ouyang Zhiwei tilted her head and thought about it, and pretended to be smart.

"I don't know if it's a liar or not, anyway, this person, I think it's a thief, but it's not far from ten." Mu Ying pondered for a moment, and finally thought of a more accurate word.

Yes, a thief, a thief who steals hearts!

"Thief? Who? Ouyang Zhiwei was completely stunned by Mu Ying, and asked confusedly.

"Speaking of this person, do you still know him?"

"I still know, when did I know the thief? It's impossible, let's say, who is it? ”

"It's your prince's brother!"

"Impossible! Sister Ying deceives people, the prince's brother can't cure at all, and it is unlikely that he will be a thief! ”