"To Aunt Li." "To my mother."

The other people once again raised their wine glasses, and Aunt Li was almost praised by Song Lingyue that she couldn't find the north, her face flushed, and she rubbed the corner of her apron embarrassedly.

"Okay, okay, Aunt Li knows your intentions, seeing you eat happily and work hard, it's already the best thank you to Aunt Li." Aunt Li opened her mouth happily and waved her chopsticks a few times: "Don't be stunned, hurry up and move your chopsticks!" Try this table! ”

Aunt Li took the lead in scooping up a bowl of chicken soup, and also picked out the chicken legs and put them in front of Song Lingyue: "Lingyue has worked hard recently, and her little face has lost weight." ”

"Really?" Song Lingyue touched her face, she didn't feel that she was thin, but there was some fatigue.

"I'm thin, and my face is about to fall out of shape." Aunt Li said and scooped a few more red dates and put them in Song Lingyue's bowl, "Make up for it, don't always stay up late so hard in the future, how good is it to burn your body." ”

"Got it, Aunt Li." Song Lingyue took the bowl and smiled sweetly at Aunt Li, picked up the soup bowl and took a sip.

The chicken soup was made of a three-pound old hen, and only green onions, ginger slices, and a few red dates were added to the soup, and it was boiled for six hours, and the bones were about to be boiled.

There is a layer of bright yellow chicken fat on the soup noodles, and you can smell the rich chicken soup from afar, which makes your fingers appetize.

Aunt Li's second bowl of soup was given to Gu Langzhong, "Gu Langzhong, your wound is not healed yet, just drink some chicken soup to make up for it." ”

Song Yanzhi on the side didn't do anything, and stood directly on the chair and pulled Aunt Li's sleeve and didn't give up: "What about mine!" Mine! I'm going to drink chicken soup too! ”

"Of course, there are also those we say." Aunt Li gently coaxed, filled a big bowl for Song Yanzhi, and fished out a chicken wing, "Make up for the shape with the form, eat more chicken wings, and the words can be written beautifully." ”

Song Lingyue was snorted when she heard this: "I'm afraid that I will drink too much chicken soup, and his words are the same as those of chicken feet." ”

In the face of his sister's ridicule, Song Yanzhi puffed up his little face, "I, I will definitely be able to write beautifully!" Absolutely! Sister, don't underestimate me! ”

"Really?" Song Lingyue deliberately lengthened her tone.

Song Yanzhi nodded vigorously, "Of course it's true!" I've improved a lot in handwriting recently, isn't it Brother Qi Mo? ”

Qi Mo, who was suddenly called, raised his head, saw that everyone was looking at him, looked at him and blinked, and then remembered to answer: "Well, the words have improved, and with time, I will definitely be able to write beautiful and good words." ”

"Sister, look, Brother Qi Mo said that I can write beautiful and good words." Song Yanzhi puffed up his chest proudly, as if he could now write a beautiful hand.

Song Lingyue took the soup spoon and scooped the last chicken wings into the bowl and handed it to Xiangling: "Xiangling has also worked hard recently, eat chicken wings and make up for it." ”

"Thank you, Master." Xiangling responded obediently.

"I thought the last wing would be mine." Qi Mo said lightly and deliberately rubbed his arms, "Yesterday, I also went to Shanghe Village to inspect the medicine fields and help the tenants cultivate together, and my shoulder was strained......"

Qi Mo wrinkled his face, making it clear that he was asking Song Lingyue for credit.

"How old a person is, it's still like a child." Song Lingyue glanced at Qi Mo angrily, "Stretch out the bowl!" ”

She scooped up a large spoonful of chicken breasts, sandwiched a few pieces of chicken thighs in her bowl, and put them into Qi Mo's bowl: "How about it, it's always okay, right?" ”

The bowl full of chicken was almost piled up into a small mountain, and Qi Mo retracted his hand proudly and pursed his lips: "It's about the same." ”

The table was laughing and laughing, and the meal was very lively, which made Gu Lang, who was used to eating without saying a word, a little stunned.

It is very rude to make a loud noise at the dinner table, but Gu Langzhong looked at them in front of him, who were obviously not a family but were eating lively, and felt the warmth of home like never before.

The dining table may be the easiest place for families to communicate and communicate, and it is the only place where everyone can talk freely.

Gu Langzhong took a sip of the chicken soup, the rich taste made his tongue tremble, and he just wanted to stretch out his chopsticks to pick up the vegetables, but his sight bumped into a hand.

It was a hand that you could tell at first glance that it had not done any rough work, its nails were round and shiny, its fingertips were as white as green onions, and the most conspicuous thing was that he wore a jasper wrench on his thumb.

The wrench is not conspicuous at first glance, but after a closer look, I feel that the water head is very sufficient, and the color is emerald green, which should be a piece of high-quality jade.

The most special thing is that a touch of blood red appeared in the center of the jade wrench, as if blood was dripping on the wrench, adding a different style to the emerald green wrench.

When he saw the red marks on the wrench, Gu Langzhong's fingers loosened, and the chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Gu Langzhong hurriedly bent down to pick up chopsticks under the table, only in this way could he hide the stunned and surprised in his eyes.

He—why does he have a blood jade wrench! That's obviously a relic of Empress Renxiao!

Could it be that he, he is...... Gu Langzhong didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

Gu Langzhong took a few deep breaths, his fingers trembling, and finally picked up the chopsticks that were sticky with dirt.

Song Lingyue didn't notice the strangeness in Gu Langzhong, only noticed the soiled chopsticks in his hand, and hurriedly said to Qi Mo:

"Qi Mo, Gu Langzhong's chopsticks have fallen, you can help him get another pair."

Qi Mo answered, walked quickly to the kitchen, took another pair of chopsticks and handed them to Gu Langzhong.

The hand with the wrench was less than thirty centimeters away from Gu Langzhong's line of sight, and he could see it very clearly, it was really a relic of Empress Renxiao - the blood jade wrench!

Gu Langzhong raised his head, squinted his eyes and carefully looked at Qi Mo in front of him, and even forgot to take the chopsticks in his hand.

Can't be wrong! Can't be wrong! These eyebrows and eyes are exactly the same as Empress Renxiao!

Gu Langzhong gasped, his fingers trembled uncontrollably, desperately telling himself to calm down, and it took several deep breaths to barely control his nervous and excited emotions, and took the pair of chopsticks handed over by Qi Mo with trembling hands.

This scene was taken into Song Lingyue's eyes, and the corners of Gu Langzhong's lips were so tight, it could be judged that Gu Langzhong must be quite nervous at this time.

But why is Gu Langzhong nervous? Is it because of Qi Mo? But before, Gu Langzhong had also seen Qi Mo? Why didn't Gu Langzhong show nervousness at that time?

Song Lingyue couldn't think of the answer to the question, so she could only put the doubts in her heart into the bottom of her heart.

Someday, she will solve these mysteries one by one!

Since Gu Langzhong moved in, Liu Liang's room was occupied by Gu Langzhong.

At first, Song Lingyue only planned to take Gu Langzhong and let him go when he recovered, but now because he promised Gu Langzhong to crack the poison 'Thousand Days of Drunkenness', he had to let Gu Langzhong stay temporarily.

Therefore, how Qi Mo and Liu Liang live next has become a big problem.

Song Lingyue originally proposed to Liu Liang and asked him to move in with Lu Li's family, and Lu Li should be able to vacate a bedroom there.

But Liu Liang seemed reluctant, and Song Lingyue was not reluctant.

Fortunately, Qi Mo's wing room is relatively large, and there is a small hall outside the bedroom, which is usually used by Qi Mo as a living room, but now he can only let Qi Mo be wronged here.

Song Lingyue asked a carpenter to make a single bed and stuffed it into Qi Mo's wing.

"I can only wronged the two of you for the time being." Song Lingyue helped Liu Liang make the bed, all the bedding was remade by Aunt Li, and after an afternoon of drying, the quilt was full of the smell of sunshine.

"No, it won't." Liu Liang said lightly, he had no opinion on such an arrangement.

"What about you, Qi Mo?" Song Lingyue turned her gaze to Qi Mo, who had a picky personality and turtle hair.

Qi Mo sighed: "If I don't squeeze with him, you can only squeeze with Aunt Li or Xiangling, right?" If that's the case, then it's better to wronged me and Liu Liang. ”

Song Lingyue stuck out her tongue, squinted her eyes and smiled: "I didn't expect you to be considerate." ”

Qi Mo clasped his hands around his chest and raised his sword eyebrows: "What, wasn't I considerate in your eyes before?" ”

His eyes were sharp, which made Song Lingyue feel a little weak.

She whispered, "Doesn't it feel novel, I don't feel your usual thoughtfulness." ”

Liu Liang touched his nose, he always felt that he was standing here at this time and looked extremely in the way, like a big shining lantern.

"Alright, I won't disturb your rest." Song Lingyue yawned, "You guys also rest early, good night." ”

Song Lingyue exited the room and closed the door considerately.

Liu Liang put his ear to the door and listened for a while, knowing that Song Lingyue's footsteps were no longer audible when he was far away, so he came to Qi Mo's side and whispered:

"Master, don't you think that Gu Langzhong ...... Something doesn't seem right. ”

Qi Mo's eyes flashed, and the corners of his lips hooked up a vague arc: "You also found it?" I've long since figured out that something is wrong with that Gu Lang. ”

"It's too much of a coincidence that he fell to us so coincidentally." Liu Liang followed his own train of thought and analyzed, "My subordinates remembered that the poison of 'Worry-free' had been refined in total, and now there are still three in the Imperial Medical Workshop. ”

"It's a coincidence." Qi Momo's eyes were slightly downcast, flashing with a wise light, "The poison of 'worry-free' is so rare, how could he be exposed to palace drugs in a You Fang Langzhong, unless he is not a You Fang Langzhong at all!" ”

Liu Liang was puzzled: "What does the master mean?" ”

Qi Mo slowly spoke, and spit out four words word by word: "The imperial doctor in the palace." ”

Liu Liang's body trembled, and he immediately thought of something, and said: "If he is really the imperial doctor in the palace, but he was poisoned by someone who was 'worry-free', could it be that the people in the palace did it to him and wanted to ......?"