Bai Siyi took the letter, and the scholar retreated to the carriage to wait.

"It's indeed Lingshi's words." Bai Siyi and Mo Xuan glanced at each other: "Go and bring Miss's luggage." ”

Mo Xuan reluctantly touched Mo Yan's head: "Yan'er, remember to take care of yourself." ”

Mo Yan looked at Mo Xuan's bloodless face and said worriedly: "Mother, ......"

Bai Siyi also saw Mo Xuan's ugly face, as if thinking of something, his fist clenched and loosened, and turned around and hugged Mo Yan into his arms: "Good daughter, we can't send you, take good care of yourself." ”

After speaking, he turned around and picked up most of Mo Xuan and left: "Prince Xuchen remember to help me take care of Yan'er, if Yan'er has less hair, I will definitely lead the army to level your Tianxue Mountain." ”

"I will live up to the regent's trust!" The warm voice still came from inside the carriage, but it seemed to be different.

……

"Xuan'er," paused: "You know that you can't stay together for a long time, why are you so strong?" ”

"Ahem" There was blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, Mo Xuan opened his mouth and said, "I miss him so much......"

"I know, you don't talk." Bai Siyi said distressedly.

Mo Xuan nodded, then buried his head in Bai Siyi's arms, and let him stride forward with him in his arms.

……

Speaking of the regent, Mo Yan looked at the back of Bai Siyi and his wife leaving and fell into deep thought.

"Miss." Jia Ding handed over the burden and interrupted Mo Yan's contemplation.

Taking the burden, Mo Yan nodded.

"Please, Miss Bai." The scholar beside the carriage lifted the curtain and said.

"Thank you." Mo Yan nodded to the scholar and stepped into the carriage.

"Sit down." Bai Xuchen put down the tea cup in his hand and said.

A pair of deep peach blossom eyes, a faint smile, a tall nose bridge, thin corners of the mouth, and a temperament like jade. Her black hair fell down her shoulders and was tied back with a white headband, and a little hair fell from her temples.

A sentence suddenly appeared in Mo Yan's mind: Zong Zhi's chic and beautiful young man, when he raised his glass to drink, he often looked at the blue sky, and his handsome posture was like a jade tree in the wind.

"Hmm." Mo Yan nodded and sat down in a corner.

After entering the carriage, Mo Yan smelled the fragrance of the medicinal herbs, which was very light, not disgusting, very light, and made people want to smell it.

If you didn't guess wrong, this young man of about sixteen years old is a very high doctor?

"Bai Xuchen." The young man opened his mouth and put a cup of tea in front of Mo Yan.

Mo Yan was stunned for a moment before he reacted, Bai Xuchen was introducing his name: "Bai Moyan." ”

Mo Yan reached out and pinched the teacup, turning the teacup, looking a little careless.

"What, don't like it?" Bai Xuchen frowned and asked, "If you don't like it, you can put it down." ”

The young man's eyebrows and eyes were full of displeasure, obviously this tea must be the young man's favorite, I don't like anyone to say that it is not good at all, but unfortunately there are always people who like to pluck the hair on the tiger's head, such as Mo Yan is one of them.

"This tea, I really don't like it, the way it is brewed can't retain the original flavor of the tea, but what is left is all the bitterness of the tea, which is one of them."

Mo Yan looked at the tea cup in his hand and continued: "Second, the temperature of the water is naturally too high. ”

After speaking, Mo Yan smiled slowly, as if he couldn't see the deeper and deeper folds between the young man's eyebrows.

"Miss Bai must be a master of tea tasting, but I have never heard of Miss Bai's reputation."

The word "famous" burst out from between the teeth, word by word.

"False name or anything is not a criterion for measuring whether a person is capable or not."

Mo Yan smiled evilly, revealing the tiger teeth at the corners of his mouth, looking evil and lazy, like a napping fox, cunning and lazy.