Mu Dian was a little disappointed, thinking that since he came, he would go to see Zhaohui.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;May is the flowering period, the canna in front of the corridor blooms vigorously, and the large petals of red, red, yellow and yellow are dotted among the green leaves, vigorous and gorgeous, adding a bit of enthusiasm and vitality to the dull afternoon.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Zhaohui half-knelt in front of the desk to sort out the scrolls, his chin was pointed, his face was smaller, but he was not as pale as he was when he was first sick, and his cheeks were ruddy.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Seeing that Mu Dianke was coming, Zhaohui hurriedly gathered his skirt and got up, his eyes were suspicious, and he swept from the pearl grate on Mu Dianke's head to the smoke and gauze skirt under his feet, and the look in his eyes was not so much amazing as frightened.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;She has been following Mu Dianke for a long time, how many times have I seen her do this kind of dress, she looks good, but she always makes people feel weird The saint girl who has no murderous spirit, is it still a saint girl?

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;"Girl. ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Mu Dian Ke took Zhaohui's surprise in his eyes, and was a little uncomfortable, and said, "I'll come to see you, how are you recovering?" ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Zhaohui smiled: "Thanks to the doctor's excellent medical skills, the slave maid has already been well and has not suffered much. ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Mu Dianke nodded, "That's fine." Xiang Yan Zhiwu bowed his body: "The servant is recuperating here, and he has caused trouble to the old gentleman." ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Yan Zhiwu's face was tired, older than what he had seen a few days ago, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Fourth Miss is serious, it is right to treat the doctor and save people." Miss Zhaohui not only didn't trouble me, but also helped the old man a lot. ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Pointing to the stack of excerpts on his desk, he smiled, "Look, it's all her work." ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Zhaohui was embarrassed to praise Yan Zhiwu, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his voice was much softer, without the stiffness and sharpness of the past, and said: "It's not all my credit, I can't do it well without the guidance of Fu Zhangtang." The old gentleman has a lot of opportunities, and I can't help anything else, so I can only do some trivial things such as writing and copying. ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Yan Zhiwu quipped, "Yo, the little girl is humble. ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;I still remember Zhaohui's fiery and arrogant temper when he first came, but he was so weak in his illness, and he also said that he would blow up his hair. Fu Xiu was not less angry with Zhaohui at the beginning, but fortunately, he was mild-tempered, and he was not angry whenever he was buried, and only persuaded him with reason. After a long time, Zhaohui can listen to it somewhat, and his temper has also been restrained a lot.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;The girl next to him, how could Mu Dian not know, and said with a smile: "The maid is rude, let the old gentleman laugh." ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Yan Zhiwu waved his hand and said, "Young man, it's normal to have a little temper. It's all as tepid as Ah Xiu, and I'm bored. ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Speaking of his disciples, he was quite proud and laughed heartily.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;I heard a clear voice outside the door and said with a smile: "It seems that the master is disgusted with the disciples?" ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Fu Xiu was covered in sweat, and stepped in from the door with his long shirt, as if he had just been fished out of the water, and there was no place on his body that was dry. While smiling and walking in, he turned his head to look: "Guests?" ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;The pace faltered slightly, and then smiled: "Fourth Miss." ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Mu Dianke's identity was made public, and Fu Xiu also learned about it in front, and there was no need to hide the title.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;This sound of Miss Four's exit, as if there was an invisible and heavy door, fell down with a bang, and completely closed.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Fu Xiu's eyes are relaxed, lonely, and a little bit of sourness and bitterness.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;The woman in front of her is no longer the merchant daughter Nian Xiaofo who was led into Huairentang by him.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;She is Mu Si, a legend of the rivers and lakes, and a person who is favored by the princess.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;She's still who she is, but she's no longer within his reach.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Mu Dianke smiled and bowed: "Fu Zhangtang." ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Fu Xiu thought it was good, but fortunately he didn't say anything, so as not to embarrass each other to the point that they couldn't see each other.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;After a few words of greeting, Fu Xiu went back to the house to get something, he didn't even have time to change his clothes, and hurriedly went out again, smiling apologetically: "Unfortunately, there are a lot of things today, and I can't entertain the fourth lady." ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Mu Dian laughed and said: "Don't get in the way, Fu Zhangting is busy with business, don't worry about me." ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;As he spoke, another person flashed in through the door. If you don't see him, hear his voice first:

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;"Fu Xiu, is this your new junior sister from Luo County?" Tsk, what a Peugeot's little beauty. ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;An Tiru and Zhao Ping frowned at the same time, and Fu Xiu lowered his voice and said, "Minghuan, what are you talking nonsense?"

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;The young man named Minghuan walked in with a swagger with a folding fan.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;It looks like he should be seventeen or eighteen years old. White skin, medium stature, bookish atmosphere, staring at Mu Dianke with straight eyes, with a bang, he put away the folding fan, knocked it on the palm of his left hand, and the corners of his lips were hooked, revealing a consciously and graceful smile.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Because of this smile, the whole thing seems more and more undignified, even a little frivolous.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Zhao Ping had anger in his eyes, and before he could speak, Zhaohui had already spoken coldly: "If you don't want to die, take care of your stinky mouth." ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;If it weren't for the fact that Mu Dianke would have to get along with the people of Huairentang in the future, Zhaohui would have wanted to kill people a long time ago.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;The man was slightly stunned, obviously not taking Zhaohui's words seriously, and said with a smile: "Fu Xiu, where did this girl come from, she looks good, but she is fierce, not good." ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Fu Xiu hurriedly tugged at the man's sleeve, the man seemed to be unaware, his eyes were still glued to Mu Dianke's face, and he asked with a smile: "Dare to ask this little junior sister how old she is, what is her name?" ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Zhaohui raised his eyebrows, Emei stabbed out half of his sleeve, and was about to hurt people, Mu Dian could sweep his eyes and had to stop, and took the Emei thorn back into his sleeve.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;"Markhaqin," Mu Dianke said calmly, "the Holy Maiden of the Ming Palace, Markhaqin." ”

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;"Markhaqin," the man said in Mu Dianke's tone, and his attitude was quite ridiculous: "It's good." However, it doesn't sound like our Central Plains name."

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;When I vomited the word "ah" halfway, I suddenly felt like someone was stuck in my neck, and the tail sound couldn't be pronounced.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;"The Holy Maiden of the Ming Ming Palace? He stammered.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Mu Dianke's eyes were quiet and silent. I don't know if it's an illusion, the woman's originally gentle and tranquil eyebrows looked extremely cold for a moment, and they were full of murderous energy.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Yan Zhiwu and Fu Xiu didn't say anything to refute it, that's probably true.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;The man's face turned pale, his legs began to tremble, and he couldn't even catch the fan in his hand.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;The literati have the communication of the literati, and the warriors have the circle of the warriors. But even if the news is closed, the literati should have heard the tragedy of the three surnames in Jiangnan who were wiped out overnight.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;And it was the Mobei Ming Palace that brewed this tragedy.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;And the majestic and second-ranked Sword Sect of the first generation of Sword Sect Liu Sutian was beheaded by the Holy Lord of the Ming Palace, Ersa, and the Holy Maiden Markhaqin.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Wang Minghuan had a drink with a group of literati friends at noon, and boasted to them, saying that his son was the master of the masters, daring to snatch women from the holy lord of the Ming Palace, and daring to raise the fourth famous sword as a canary.

&nb;&nb;&nb;&nb;Childe is a real man, but he is not. He had the guts to provoke these two.