"Lord Wang, you promised Oh Huayan that you must let his daughter grow up peacefully."

His own words are still in his ears, and the apologies of King Huai are still in his ears.

"Don't worry, Hua Yan's daughter is the daughter of Kangning Mansion, and she is the daughter of my Huaiwang."

"Mother, what are you thinking?"

Hua Lan's long eyelashes flashed, her eyes flashed with concern, and she stared at Concubine Xian carefully. Concubine Xian's eyes were full of unease, and they were a pair of eyes with secrets.

What's the secret?

She couldn't help but think about it, came out with white and tender hands, gently wiped the tears from the corners of Concubine Xian's eyes, and said with uneasy anxiety: "Mother, even if Lan'er can't remember anything, she knows that you are Lan'er's mother." ”

She didn't ask who her father was, because her question was that the maid called herself a young lady.

Concubine Xian is a concubine in the palace, and she is the daughter of Concubine Xian. If his identity and the palace are inextricably linked, it is a great disrespect for the maid to call herself "Miss," which is a great disrespect.

There must be a secret in this, and it's best for her not to ask until this mystery is revealed.

"Kid."

Concubine Xian hugged her daughter tightly, this daughter disappeared for more than three years, and her heart was tugging for more than three years. Now that my daughter is really in front of me, my heart is even more flustered every day.

She hugged Hua Lan tightly, and her tears couldn't stop falling.

The concubine on the side couldn't bear it, so she hurriedly came over and persuaded: "What is my sister sad about, Lan'er is sensible and well-behaved." You're sad, isn't Lan'er even sadder? Lan'er has come back, this is a happy thing, the child doesn't know how much he has suffered, wouldn't it be better to forget. We forget all the things that we are unhappy about, and only remember the things that we are happy about. ”

She pulled Hua Lan up from Concubine Xian's arms, sat beside her, and couldn't stop looking up and down, "Our Lan'er is really a beautiful embryo that captivates the country and the city, we don't worry about getting married, what is my sister worried about?" ”

At this time, a little palace maid came up and said, "Niangniang, lunch has arrived." ”

The concubine looked out of the pavilion, and the four palace maids each carried a plate of vegetables, and finally a little Taoist priest in the temple died.

As soon as she made a look, the little palace maid successively placed dishes on the table, and when she was ready to retreat, the little Taoist priest stepped forward and brought a jar of medicinal food in front of Hua Lan.

The branches of the plum grove are dense, and the autumn leaves are golden and yellow, and the breeze is gently swaying, and there is a rustling sound. A few autumn leaves swirl up, like butterflies flying in the air, in the sun, it is moving.

Since ancient times, the spring and autumn have been sad, and the fallen leaves have returned to their roots, and they are full of desolation.

The atmosphere of lunch was not very good, Hua Lan silently swallowed the bitter medicinal food, and her palms couldn't stop sweating.

This master of pure mercy is really vicious. The medicinal diet not only adds Coptis chinensis, but also bitter bitterness than Coptis chinensis.

Every bite of Hua Lan made her open her mouth and swallow in pain

The little monk waited outside the pavilion with a plate, a large jar of medicinal food, and her two stomachs were bigger.

The bitterness is hard to swallow, and it must be eaten, not only by courage, but also by very cruel endurance.

Hua Lan swallowed five mouthfuls and bared her teeth, her tears were in her eyes, she looked at Concubine Xian pitifully, and said, "Mother, this medicinal food is too bitter, Lan'er can't eat it." ”

Oh? A jar of medicinal food stumped the dude?

Mo Fei was squinting and napping in the space-time mirror, and Hua Lan's painfully distorted face attracted him.

Xiao Ju hadn't come back at this time, he rolled his eyes, and quickly got out of Merlin and found the changing room in the meditation room.

In the changing room, there is a monk who washes his clothes every day, and at this time, a monk comes in and puts a few clothes that have been dried in the secret compartment of the wardrobe.

Mo Fei waited for him to go out, then found a set of monk's robes and changed them into his body.

After changing his clothes, he swaggered into Merlin.

There are some lay disciples in the backyard of Wan'an Temple, these lay disciples wear monk's clothes, and live a pure and poor life every day, but there are six unclean hairs on their heads.

These people are all prodigal disciples who have been arranged by several families in the imperial capital to practice. Circled in Wan'an Temple, there is only one purpose, that is, to adopt the heart and nurture the sex and cause less trouble.

The master of Jingci of Wan'an Temple is strict in governing the temple, and these lay disciples are honest after suffering a few times, so there are few people who break the rules and precepts of the temple.

Mo Fei walked into Merlin with his hair on, and did not arouse anyone's suspicion at all.

There was no Xiaoju in Wan'an Temple, and no one could notice Mo Fei, so he came to the pavilion smoothly.

Outside the pavilion, there is also a little monk.

The little monk was fifteen or sixteen years old, with a straightforward and loyal face, he was meticulous about what Master Jingci ordered, and he didn't watch out for Mo Fei behind him and quietly walked over, stretched out his hand and gently pointed at his acupuncture points.

The eyes in the pavilion were focused on Hua Lan's painful expression, and no one noticed that Mo Fei walked in.

He walked up to Hua Lan, clasped his palms together, and said, "Amitabha, please use it slowly, the abbot master forgot to add a very important medicine to the donor, and the special little monk was relieved." ”

He placed a small box in front of Hua Lan, lowered his eyelids without squinting, and opened it.

Inside was a boxy box of candy cakes.

He found it in a closet, and when he tasted it, it was so sweet that he had an idea.

It's a send-off.

Hua Lan drank the bitter medicinal food, and she had the heart to kill, and suddenly saw a large box of dense cake candy, and couldn't help but be suspicious.

From 10,000 pockmarks to 1,000 kills. And then to Coptis chinensis and Kuzhong. At every step, Master Jingci vowed to force her out of Wan'an Temple.

With such compassion as Secret Cake Candy, will the Master of Pure Compassion have?

She carefully picked up the candy and sniffed it under her nose for a while.

The candy is made from pure honey, and there are no other ingredients except for the faint aroma of osmanthus.

Weird.

Hua Lan hurriedly threw one in her mouth and chewed it.

The sweet taste, neutralizing the bitter bitterness, she finally took a breath.

"How?"

The concubine had been staring at Hua Lan with concern, and seeing that the painful expression on her face had subsided, she hurriedly asked, "Is this better?" ”

"Hmm."

The bitter taste in Hua Lan's mouth was finally swallowed, but the medicinal diet was only one-fifth, and four-fifths was still there, which still made her grit her teeth.

"Lan'er must insist, the medicine is bitter, this is the painstaking work of Master Jingci."

The concubine was already full at the moment, and patiently persuaded the words.

It's clear that it's deliberately rectifying me, okay?

Hua Lan's eyes flashed with hatred, and she had to put on a smile. This smile can be as reluctant as possible.

When the concubine saw it, she took a large piece of honey cake and stuffed it in her mouth, and coaxed: "Lan'er is sensible, and after eating medicinal food, there is hope for Lan'er's condition." ”

Concubine Xian on this side scooped a large spoonful of medicinal food and sent it to her mouth, and said gently: "Yes, Lan'er must be patient." After enduring seventy-seven and forty-nine days, my mother's Lan'er really came back. ”