"Is there something wrong?" Zhu Yan is accustomed to visiting the doctor, and he observes the changes in people's complexions and expressions very carefully, and he can clearly see a trace of complex expression in his eyes, maybe hate, maybe or something else - this person is too good at hiding what he thinks in his heart.

"But the beauty is the person on the tip of the heart, how can she be willing to let her die like this? It just so happened that a virtuous concubine was also on the side, so the person asked the virtuous concubine to die for the beauty, and secretly sent the beauty out......" Yongwu frowned slightly, and the already sharp sword eyebrows lined the lines on the face more and more angular.

Zhu Yan pursed her lips and was silent, does this virtuous concubine who died have anything to do with Yongwu? Otherwise, why did his expression change slightly when he said it......

"After Concubine Xian died, in order to prevent the matter from being revealed, that person simply sent someone to cut down the grass and eradicate the people of Concubine Xian's maiden family, and even the little princess born by Concubine Xian was also given to death." After never finishing speaking, he bit his lip lightly, and then regained his flat expression, and plucked his hands on the silk strings to form a short tune.

This time the sound of the piano did not have the previous mourning, it sounded more ancient and melodious, turned a few times, it seemed to be quite excited, Zhu Yan thought that his level of appreciation of music was limited, so he had to turn his eyes to see the unfathomable eyes of Yongwu, and sure enough, he successfully captured a strange look in his eyes.

"Does Yan know about this song?" Speaking of piano music, Yongwu's expression is always calm, and a pair of eyes are like a quiet spring at the moment, clear but bottomless.

Zhu Yan shook her head slowly, she was just a healer, and no one had ever told her, it turned out that Zhu Yan girl was proficient in music and rhythm, at this time, she really didn't know.

Yongwu's face showed a look of regret, and he suddenly picked up the green silk burden scattered on the ground, wrapped a bed of guqin in three strokes, and then stood up in a chic manner with his hands on the ground.

Zhu Yan raised her head slightly, looking at the tall and long white clothes in front of her in the backlight, and the thousands of emerald green bamboos behind her were all backgrounds, such a color and layout were really ingenious, so she couldn't help but want to go back and paint a painting as a souvenir - anyway, she also inherited the painting talent of the original owner, and it was too wasteful not to practice well.

However, this son is good-looking, but his behavior - to put it nicely, it is quite a legacy of the Wei and Jin dynasties, and it is not good to say, but it is not sophisticated. Suddenly felt that such a lord was also a difficult person to get along with, maybe it was better to talk to Yuan Xuanqing, at least this is still a peer?

"What is Yan thinking?" Never have been cleaned up, and there is a great meaning of "coming on the rise, and reversing the end".

Zhu Yan suddenly came back to his senses and pulled out a smile, "I want to ask...... Didn't any of the concubine's family escape? "It seems that there is some value in this question, but I can't say that I am thinking about his behavior, right? And he is comparing him to another young man, although this person seems to be informal, but in the eyes of the ancients, it was very frightening for an unmarried woman to think about this......

"There was only one lady, who was in her mother's house in Jiangnan at that time, and survived." Yongwu squinted his eyes, his gaze deepened a little, and he seemed to be muttering to himself, "That virtuous concubine's surname is Xiang, I don't know if the history books that the girl saw mentioned that there was also Xiang's?" ”

Zhu Yan was silent, her memory was not good, but the "History of Letters" was based on the chronicles, recording the rise and fall of several major families during the reign of the king who had been demoted to the king of Fushun, she had read it no less than five times, and there was indeed no Xiang family in it, but I was afraid that it would really be wiped out.

"But...... Why did Neverever tell me this? ”

"Never be casual, whatever you think, just say anything......" He threw down a sentence lightly, raised his feet and walked, stepping on the dense layers of fallen leaves with steady steps, and gradually went away, but a light and fluttering voice suddenly came out from the bamboo bushes, "That song "Immortal Resentment" was done by that person, and I don't know if it was for the beauty who missed him, or the unjust concubine who died. ”

Zhu Yan breathed a sigh of relief, although this person behaved uninhibitedly, why was he more stuffy than Yuan Xuanqing when he got along with him......?

After struggling for a while, he hit a small jar of bamboo dew again, and then slowly walked back to the yard.

Liu Zixin is accompanying his wife, basking in the sun under the porch together, and naturally he will turn over the medicinal materials that Zhu Yan is drying under the porch from time to time. Dou An obediently hid in the shadows under the eaves, and looked at the book in his hand seriously.

Seeing Zhu Yan coming in, Dou An raised his head first and blinked his bright big eyes, "Aunt Yan, Aunt Bai Yu is awake, Aunt Bai Yan is awake, Aunt go and see her!" ”

Zhu Yan was amused for a moment, leaned over and knocked on his forehead, "Didn't you call me 'sister'?" You've called me old. ”

Dou An puffed up his cheeks and glanced mischievously, "Uncle Yongwu said, Aunt Yan and Daddy, and Uncle are of the same generation, I will either call you Master, or I have to call your Aunt." ”

Zhu Yan hated counting seniority the most in his two lives combined, and when he heard this kid rapping, he hurriedly smiled, "Why don't Xiao An call me master?" ”

"Cheng, Master!" Dou An jumped up happily, pulled Zhu Yan and left, "Master, go and see Aunt Bai Ping." ”

Zhu Yan shook his head helplessly, in the end, it was a child's heart, and he felt that it was very fresh to have a master. However, she also wondered, she never looked very chic, how could she struggle with a child about this kind of generational problem? It's kind of weird.

Stepping into the house where the white apples are placed, you will be greeted by a refreshing mint fragrance.

Bai Apple was wearing a white gauze middle coat, sitting in front of the bed, quietly embroidering a pair of royal blue satin embroidered shoes in his hand, which was full of white silk threads embroidered with a string of brilliant white wood fragrance, very exquisite, and from time to time he picked up the mung bean poria cocos licorice detoxification soup on the chest of drawers at the head of the bed and took a sip.

Hearing the sound of footsteps entering the house, Bai Ping hurriedly put the work in his hand beside him, stepped forward and grabbed Zhu Yan, and before he could say anything, the tears came down directly.

Zhu Yan was stunned by her, and then smiled: "Don't go, don't cry Bai Apple, this has become 'tears of desire to speak first'...... Ahem, I mean, people aren't all good, let's not cry, come, sit down and talk. ”

Seeing her sitting obediently on the edge of the bed, Zhu Yan wiped her sweat, probably because she was a vassal and elegant in the bamboo garden with Yongwu just now, and she hadn't eased up for a while, how to talk to Bai Apple, she "quoted scriptures"......

"Thank you, girl, for saving me." This was the first thing Bai Apple said after she stopped crying.

"It's a matter of effort, besides, the one who saved you should actually be regarded as Yuan Gongzi." Zhu Yan lowered his eyebrows, and when he talked about this, the person who identified Bai Apple as poisoned was Xu Xuanzhen, and it was Yuan Xuanqing who prescribed the prescription to set the treatment, and he was at best a person who was enthusiastic about helping to call 120.