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Outside the window, birds sing happily.

Flying in unison, jumping between the branches, it was very lively.

The sunlight shines through the window lattice, shining on Song Wan'er's face, sprinkling a little golden light.

Song Wan'er's eyes rolled slightly, and she finally slowly came to her senses.

Sitting on the bed, looking around, his expression was a little stunned, and he couldn't come back to his senses stupidly.

What is this place? She shouldn't have crossed over, right?

Pink bed veil, gently fluttering.

Beneath him was a large soft bed, covered with a soft quilt, but unusually warm.

Song Wan'er rubbed her forehead, obviously she remembered that it was the yellow sand in the sky before she fell into a coma, how could she wake up and come to such a gorgeous and rich place.

"Master Song, are you awake?" The waiter outside the house heard the commotion and knocked softly on the door, asking if he could come in and serve.

Song Wan'er let the two maids wait for her to wash, put on an equally gorgeous and flowing dress, and put on a snow-white fur coat on the outside, and walked outside with a human guide.

"Where's Brother Mo?" Song Wan'er asked as she walked.

"The master is in front of Mei Yuan." The maid in Tsing Yi said, and the voice that replied was extremely respectful.

Song Wan'er's resting place was not far from Mei Yuan, and after the two of them walked for a while, they heard a hearty laugh.

"Wan'er girl, you little lazy worm, you can be regarded as waking up." A hearty voice with a smile sounded, and her eyes quickly swept over Song Wan'er's body, and after realizing that she was fine, she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart and teased.

"Uncle?" Song Wan'er's voice was full of surprise, looking at the old man with white hair and a smile on his face in the heavy plum forest in front of her.

"Come here, let Uncle Shi take a look." The white-haired old man beckoned Song Wan'er over and stood beside him.

Song Wan'er was rare and well-behaved, and when she saw the old man, she had a lot to say in her heart, "Uncle Shi, why are you here?" What about my master? Is he coming too? ”

A series of questions were asked, and the white-haired old man in front of him smiled.

"Slow down, you ask so many questions at once, let the master answer you first?" The white-haired old man said.

"Answer one by one." Song Wan'er said.

"I'm here because someone thinks his apprentice is in danger and asks the old man to come and take a look. Of course, your master was in Kyoto, so he didn't come with him. The white-haired old man really replied one by one.

In the stone pavilion, there were only two people, Yunmo and the white-haired old man, and Liuzhou and Dark Qi and others were nowhere to be found.

"Sit down and let the gentleman speak slowly." Yunmo beckoned Song Wan'er to sit beside him.

The people who had been waiting for a long time put down the soft cushions, Song Wan'er came by coincidence, and Yunmo and the white-haired old man were preparing to eat.

"Gollum ......" There was a rebellious roar in her stomach, Song Wan'er's face turned slightly red, and she looked at the eyes of others, and said confidently: "I'm hungry." ”

Look at it, she hasn't eaten for several times, so of course she'll be hungry.

"Silly girl." The old man teased, "You're not hungry for a few meals, you've been hungry for days." ”

Yunmo raised his hand, put the bowl in front of Song Wan'er in front of him, and motioned for her to eat first.

Song Wan'er opened her mouth wide in surprise, how could it be several days, it would be two days at most.

"Wan'er, you have been asleep for three days and three nights, thanks to sir." Yunmo said, when he spoke, his heart palpitated.

Song Wan'er looked at the white-haired old man blankly.

Three days? She slept for three days? Just kidding!

Song Wan'er looked at Yunmo with inquiring eyes.

Yunmo nodded.

"No wonder I'm so hungry." Song Wan'er muttered, picked up the chopsticks and ate quickly, she hadn't eaten for three days, she must eat more and make up for it.

"Drink some soup." Yunmo took matters into his own hands and served Song Wan'er a bowl of soup for self-cultivation.

The soup has been simmering on the stove in the kitchen, and the old man himself prescribed the medicinal recipe, adding the best medicinal herbs, boiling it over a fine fire, and as soon as the lid is opened, it is a strong fragrance.

"Today is a blessing for you." The white-haired old man smiled and filled a bowl himself.

Song Wan'er took a slight sip, then her eyes widened and she drank it in a big gulp.

It's delicious!

"Mo boy, don't patronize the stinky girl, drink it yourself." The white-haired old man looked at Yunmo and just took care of Song Wan'er, and said a word of advice.

Song Wan'er realized that the food on the table was eaten by her and her uncle, and Brother Mo never touched the chopsticks.

"I'm not hungry." As soon as Yunmo's words fell, a bowl of soup was stuffed in his hand, "Brother Mo, it's really delicious." ”

Facing Song Wan'er's gaze, Yunmo suddenly forgot what he had said before, picked up the soup bowl and drank it.

"Tsk!" The white-haired old man sighed a few times, took a few sips, and then said slowly: "This soup is not only delicious, there are a lot of good things in it, your master who picks the door is generous to you little girl." ”

Song Wan'er heard her uncle say that there were medicinal materials that the master specially brought to her to replenish her body, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but hook.

Master, are you okay in Kyoto?

The white-haired old man looked at Song Wan'er, "Your master's guy is just dead-eyed, and he has been hiding in Kyoto all his life and can't come out." ”

The tone was full of complaints, and in the depths of his eyes, distress flashed.

They had several brothers, and the junior brother was not the most talented person at the beginning, but in the end, he became the national teacher of the Qianyuan Dynasty, and he was trapped in Kyoto for decades, working as a national teacher.

There are several senior brothers, and everyone understands in their hearts that without the sacrifice of their junior brothers, they would not have such a chic and comfortable life.

I feel sorry for my junior brother, but there are some things that can only be put in my heart, and I can't say it, and I don't need to say it.

Those friendships, they understand, if they really say it, they will look down on their junior brothers.

"My master, I don't hurt anyone." Song Wan'er's lips were hooked, and her little face was full of pride.

"Wan'er girl, since you know that your master loves you, think more about it when you do things in the future, don't let the people around you worry." The white-haired old man restrained the smile on his face, and looked at Song Wan'er with a straight face.

"Mo boy, don't spoil her too much." The white-haired old man spoke earnestly.

The matter of Ziyun Town, these two children were so bold that they didn't figure out anything, so they actually followed the people of Linyuan Pavilion to the Hanhai Desert, and it was already a fluke that they could be safe and sound this time.

"Uncle Shi." Song Wan'er muttered.

"The people behind the scenes have calculations, even if it's not the Hanhai Desert, there will be other places, other people." Yunmo Road.

"That being said, the person behind the scenes hasn't been caught, so you two still have to be careful." (To be continued.) )