"Well said, well said! The dog was handed over to His Royal Highness. ”23.224.255.54,23.224.255.54; 0; pc; 4; Grinding Iron Literature

"Well said, well said! The dog was handed over to His Royal Highness. ”

"That's good, I should go back too, second miss take care!"

"Okay, thank you!" So Nan Qiao decided to observe this matter first, and wait for the Li clan to make a move.

"Well said, well said! The dog was handed over to His Royal Highness. ”

"I remember everything you said, don't worry!" Zhu Shun was dumbfounded, His Royal Highness the Prince is obviously a good young man, how can he accept an old and ugly apprentice?

The two stood beside the bed, Mu Baizhuo lowered his eyebrows lightly, and lined Nan Qiao's arm with his elbow,

"Hey, you really did it, even my medical skills can't cure him." A small guy knelt beside the carriage with his back hunched, Mu Baizhuo jumped directly from the carriage without stepping on it, he was dressed in a sky blue brocade today, the cuffs were embroidered with intricate patterns made of gold and silver threads, and the tail of the robe was embroidered with a few delicate birds, he wore a jade belt around his waist, his hair was meticulously tied, only a few bangs were left on his forehead, he was completely sophisticated and steady, it was hard to imagine that this person usually took off his disguise.

The carriage quickly turned to the Guogong Mansion again, because very late yesterday, Mu Baizhuo sent someone to the Guogong Mansion to spread the word, saying that he already had a way to heal Young Master Feng, so Feng Wenshan sent someone to greet Mu Baizhuo's arrival at the door in person early in the morning.

Nan Qiao didn't think about what she meant, thinking that Nalan Yanqin had always been used to poisonous tongues, and she was tired for a day, so she didn't want to talk to her more, but when she saw her leave with interest, she also walked towards her yard tiredly.

Apprentice!!! How dare Feng Wenshan joke about his son, he nodded again and again and agreed.

"That's the best, I'd like to see her tomorrow!"

"His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, please!"

"Okay, thank you!"

"Okay, thank you!"

"Well said, well said! The dog was handed over to His Royal Highness. A little guy knelt beside the carriage with his back hunched, Mu Baizhuo jumped down from the carriage without stepping on it, he was dressed in a sky blue brocade today, the cuffs were embroidered with intricate patterns made of gold and silver threads, and the tail of the robe was embroidered with a few delicate birds, he wore a jade belt around his waist, his hair was meticulously tied, only a few bangs were left on his forehead, he was completely sophisticated and steady, it was hard to imagine that this person usually took off his disguise.

On the way back to Zilanyuan, Aunt Zhao stood up from behind the rockery in a black robe, which really scared Nan Qiao.

"I remember everything you said, don't worry!"

"Is this the master of His Royal Highness the Prince?" Zhu Shun was dumbfounded, His Royal Highness the Prince is obviously a good young man, how can he accept an old and ugly apprentice?

After putting down the cruel words, she pulled out her hand, flicked her sleeves and strode away with the maid. Nan Qiao glanced at the girl who was seriously grooming her in the bronze mirror,

"Slave, I'll use whichever incense you smell a little bit!"

"Well said, well said! The dog was handed over to His Royal Highness. She went to Mu's Pharmacy and changed into the earthy gray men's clothes and hat that Mu Baizhuo had prepared in advance, and then Nan Qiao smeared some gray on her originally fair skin, looked darker, and put two mustaches on her lips, and finally she pulled the gray hat down a little to cover the magnolia flower in the center of her eyebrows.

"That's the best, I'd like to see her tomorrow!" Nan Qiao glanced at the girl who was seriously grooming her in the bronze mirror,

"Slave, I'll use whichever incense you smell a little bit!" Nan Qiao shook his head,

"At this height, how could it be!" Feng Wenshan didn't feel sorry for this bit of silver, as long as he could help him cure Feng Lin, it was too late for him to thank Mu Baizhuo, but Mu Baizhuo had always spoken more straightforwardly, and he was not polite to others, which made Feng Wenshan's face stiffen, but soon he regained his previous enthusiasm.