Mo Cang walked slowly after him, and before he knew it, he walked next to him. Seeing that he had no expression and a faint smile on his face, he couldn't help but feel surprised.

"Gu Gongzi, what are you laughing at?" Mo Cang glanced at him playfully, touched his chin, and said slowly: "Why do you look a little silly?" ”

"Well, it's really a bit silly," Gu Qingbai rarely didn't sneer at her, but continued to follow Mo Cang's words: "I was thinking that I saved a little fool twelve years ago. ”

"Huh? was actually saved by you, according to your virtue, this man should be used as a cow and a horse for you later, right? Is it black and white? No, he's not that loyal and honest, that's white and black? ”

Mo Cang was taken aback, why did she think that Gu Qingbai was extraordinarily easy to bully today? It is as soft as a lamb.

"How old were you twelve years ago?"

It occurred to her that crucial question.

Gu Qingbai glanced at the little girl who was chattering non-stop, and smiled slightly: "The important thing is not how old I am, but how old you are." ”

"I'm eighteen years old, twelve years ago, I was only six years old!" Mo Cang thought about it very seriously, and finally looked at his slightly smiling eyebrows, and wondered, "What does it have to do with me that you save people." ”

Gu Qingbai was in a very good mood, and casually touched her beautiful black hair, well, when you become a cow and a horse in the future, you will naturally know what it has to do with you.

Mo Cang himself didn't notice it, as soon as he entered the Gu Mansion, the moment he saw him, the courage of his whole body was unloaded. After two years of getting along, she has unconsciously become accustomed to relying on him.

And Gu Qingbai happens to be the kind of person who looks at him, and you feel that you can leave everything to him with great confidence. This kind of trust has no bottom line and no principles.

The sun has risen and a new day has arrived.

The moment he stepped into the room, Mo Cang looked at the red sun in the sky, stretched out his hand to block the slightly dazzling light, but still looked up persistently.

Bai Hei was holding the eight-treasure rice steamed out by the chef of the imperial dining room who was pulled out of the bed early in the morning, and as soon as he entered the small courtyard of the son, he saw such a scene, the little ancestor was standing here, and he couldn't help but shake his hands, and almost even fell out of the rice.

He should have known!

Childe doesn't like sweets, who else can he give to him when he cooks eight-treasure rice!

Mo Cang glanced at Bai Hei with a smile, thinking of the life of being a cow and a horse for Gu Qingbai and others, he couldn't help but feel more sympathy for Bai Hei in his heart.

Bai Hei was twitched by the corners of her forehead, and he put down the eight treasures and ran out as if he was facing a great enemy. He urgently needed to discuss with Hei Bai, what novel ideas did this demon king of the mixed world have to toss people, just now she looked at her eyes, like a rhubarb in the courtyard seeing a weak and bullying little white rabbit!

What a hypocrisy of the strong!

I have to say that the standard of the imperial chef in the palace is very high.

The bowl of eight-treasure rice, which is no longer ordinary, is still steaming hot in the early autumn morning, and the sweet taste wafts straight to my heart.

The blue and white porcelain plate is simple and generous, the glutinous rice that is buckled upside down is close together, the red dates are round, the peanuts are full, and the red and green silk are staggered on the top, which is gratifying to look at.

Mo Cang originally didn't have much appetite, but when he saw such an eye-catching color, he still swallowed his saliva, Gu Qingbai really knew how to eat.

She hadn't eaten a good meal for a few days, and her tears had filled her these days, and the taste in her mouth was not only salty and bitter, but the more she ate, the more unappetizing she became.

Now he has a great appetite, holding chopsticks in one hand and a spoon in the other, and eats slowly.

Her appearance has never been gentle, but now it's just because she is in front of Gu Qingbai. She was teased many times by him for her hamster look.

"Is it delicious?"

Mo Cang nodded: "Well, it's very delicious." "Why is she so unproductive...... Swallowing a mouthful of rice hatefully, Mo Cang showed a flattering smile, and took a bite of rice with a spoon, and there was a red date on it.

"Would you like to taste it?"

Mo Cang thought that Gu Qingbai wouldn't taste it, not only would he not taste it, but he would also laugh at her. This is what she calculated herself, and she will send it to the door to ridicule him.

There's no way, she has a short mouth, and she also damaged him, no need for others to say, she feels that she has no conscience.

This early morning time seems to pass very slowly, drip by drop, as if washing away the dust in someone's heart.

Mo Cang met his eyes, his hand was a little sore, and he didn't see him speak, and when he wanted to withdraw his hand, his wrist was tightly grasped by him.

His always clear and slow voice was a little hoarse and low: "Didn't you say give me a taste?" ”

He grabbed her wrist and put the spoonful of eight-treasure rice into his mouth, and I don't know how long it took, until he swallowed it, he let go of her wrist and affirmed, "Well, I think it's delicious too." ”

Mo Cang's face turned red all of a sudden, and he reluctantly argued: "You, don't you like sweets?" ”

The smile on the corner of Gu Qingbai's mouth hadn't completely faded, he just said, "Looking at you, I feel like it." ”

"Cang'er, how about eating eight treasure rice every day in the future?"

Mo Cang thought he was joking, and when he turned his head, his expression was extremely serious.

"I ......"

Gu Qingbai sighed: "You just need to open your mouth to eat." ”

When he had said this, he turned and walked out of the room.

Under the twilight, she saw that he was dressed in white, and his slow elegance was infiltrated into his bones, reminding people of the only magnolia on the branches of early spring, and reminding people of the turbidity of the whole world.

But, but ......

He saw what he was thinking when he came, how could he not go down this road? Obviously, he was also shedding tears, but the meal was still sweet.

That year, the Great Crown Dynasty was still in existence, and in the early morning, there were early street vendors who saw a girl in black standing in front of the Gu Mansion for a long time.

That year, he was still a peerless jade son, the corridor had no twilight rain, and the lonely piano did not sound, but he was similar to the lotus flower with a human face.

That year, he was just Gu Qingbai, and she was just Mo Cang.

How could Gu Qingbai not know that she came to him, but she was just taking advantage of it.

That jade pendant, Xu Shaozhen knows, is it possible that he doesn't know it? He has been waiting, waiting for an opportunity that Xu Shaozhen will not be willing to.

Last night was treacherous, but he calmly guarded the lotus pond alone for one night.

Xu Shaozhen came to the Gu Mansion before entering the palace. He has been unwilling to be under Gu Qingbai's fame since he was a child, and the imperial examination finally became the last straw.

He didn't hide it from Gu Qingbai, he said that he wanted to enter the palace to face the saint, so he said that he Gu Qingbai wanted to rebel. There is the bloodline of the six highnesses, presumably the emperor will not ignore it. Xu Shaozhen smiled very much, he said, even if the saint doesn't pay attention to it, in the eyes of others, his close friend Gu Qingbai, Xu Shaozhen's life should be heavy enough.

If he wants to turn over, it's not very difficult.

But he still wanted to protect her, so he could only choose the most stupid way.

In the past, when he was young, he recited poetry and asked what the world was, but he didn't believe in those theories of life and death. But the irony is that he became the character in the poem.

Who's to say it's not a glance for ten thousand years. (To be continued.) )