Hearing such an answer, Luo Yuchen felt a little sullen inexplicably, but such an answer was also expected.

Sensing his abnormality, he frowned, and sure enough, the master was right, the love tribulation is indeed more difficult than other calamities.

But Luo Yuchen didn't know that the love catastrophe was the catastrophe but the only love, and he was destined to be unable to escape in this life.

Sensing his mood, Mu Xueyi didn't say anything, although she was indifferent to anyone, it didn't mean that her EQ was as low as Luo Yuchen.

Emotion is the killer's dead end, it won't and can't.

In the evening, Luo Yuchen arranged Mu Xueyi in the house where Mu Tingwei lived before, and then went to prepare dinner.

Mu Xueyi raised her eyebrows, noncommittal, she didn't expect that Qi Xian could cook, so she sat at the table and waited.

Luo Yuchen is an orphan, and when he was seven years old, he cooked by himself after being picked up by the old man Tianji, and he didn't know his birthday, so he practiced good cooking skills.

After laying out the meal, three dishes and one soup, Mu Xueyi tried a bite, and put down the chopsticks.

Luo Yuchen smiled faintly and asked, "How does it taste?" ”

"Yes."

For her, this is already the highest rating.

"That'll be fine."

Luo Yuchen stopped talking and ate slowly.

Mu Xueyi hesitated slightly, then took off the jasper flute from her waist and put it on the table, her lips moved slightly, and she said coldly: "Today's Mid-Autumn Festival is a good day, so as your birthday, this jasper flute will be your birthday gift." ”

This jasper Xiao Mu Yixian, who is also known as the empress, said that she was there when she picked her up, which was the key to finding her identity, but she thought about it a lot, what if she found it?

Confession? But she doesn't seem to have this idea, she just couldn't figure it out a little before, and now she thinks about it as just a dispensable identity, whether there is or nothing has nothing to do with her, as long as it doesn't get in the way.

And since it's useless, what about giving it to him? What's more, there is nothing else to give him now.

Luo Yuchen took it, and his slender fingers touched the word, is it a birthday? He never thought about it.

After a moment's hesitation, he put it away, and didn't ask her why she gave him something so important.

Because...... It has to do with her background.

*

Half a month has passed unconsciously, and after noon, today is the day when the old man of Tianji returns.

The man sat on the ground dressed in white like a fairy, his fingertips as colored as jade gently plucked the strings, and the beautiful melody poured out like the gurgling of a stream, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, making people lose their minds.

He closed his eyes lightly and plunged into the fantasy realm of his own fabrication, the bright red petals falling from time to time, such a beautiful picture that could not bear to disturb.

On the tree, Mu Xueyi leaned there, her posture was elegant and lazy, her eyes seemed to be so cold and cold, without temperature, like ice that would not melt for thousands of years, and as unfathomable as darkness, making people dare not look directly.

Her facial features are as perfect as a God-given work of art, and every part of it is perfect and fascinating.