Gu Fenglin raised his eyebrows and looked at Mu Yunhan silently.

Mu Yunhan spoke to him in a commanding tone for the first time, seeing him like this, he knew that he was not used to it, but he did not mean to back down at all, but said more forcefully: "Eat it while it's hot, drink tea after eating, and then take medicine, I've already told my grandmother, the portion is halved." ”

She told him plainly that she knew everything.

Gu Fenglin pursed his lips slightly, his eyes showed a little annoyance, and he stubbornly looked at the porridge bowl without moving.

Mu Yunhan simply fed him: "Don't think about the trouble of grandma and uncle in the future, they are for your own good." ”

The sweet sweet potato porridge with a faint smell of blood touched warmly to the lips, saliva gushed like a spring, and a hook in the stomach, forcing people to frantically want to eat all the porridge.

Gu Fenglin looked at Mu Yunhan fiercely, opened his mouth and ate the bowl of porridge viciously.

Mu Yunhan saw that he seemed to have a grudge against porridge, and couldn't help laughing: "Or?" ”

Gu Fenglin didn't make a sound, took the bowl angrily, and went to serve the porridge himself.

Mu Yunhan ignored him and went to boil water to prepare to make tea.

Gu Fenglin ate another bowl of porridge with his back to her, put down the dishes and chopsticks and didn't move, and kept his back to her from beginning to end, not making a sound, not looking back, and not moving.

It's a little bit, and I'm angry with her, men are so stingy.

Mu Yunhan curled the corners of his lips, quickly brewed the tea, and poured it into the cup: "Young master, drink tea." ”

Gu Fenglin stared ahead, motionless.

Mu Yunhan sat for a moment, pretending to push the silver kettle ring, "ouch", pinching his fingers and pretending to be burned.

Gu Fenglin really turned around quickly, grabbed her fingers, and his face was full of urgency.

"Don't be angry, I like you." Mu Yunhan pecked him quickly on the lips, and smiled slightly as he held his hand.

Gu Fenglin sighed, took her hand to the lamp, took out the ointment and gently applied it to the fingertip wound.

When he was finished, he lowered his head, kissed her fingertips with a feather caresse, quickly let go, and turned to drink the tea.

The charcoal fire in the small red clay stove gradually went out, and the last drop of the tea soup was drunk, Gu Fenglin picked up the bamboo skewer and wrote on the sand table: "My surname is Gu and I am from Lanjing." ”

He finally confessed his identity to her.

He is a son of the Lan Jing Gu clan.

Up to now, Mu Yunhan has nourished him with blood and treated him, which is basically an open secret, and she doesn't think it is necessary to continue to cover it up.

Therefore, she followed up to confirm: "Are you a child of the priest family?" ”

Gu Fenglin lowered his eyes and looked at her, his dark eyes were full of sadness, and after a while, he nodded lightly.

Even though he had doubts for a long time, but at this moment, Mu Yunhan was still in a trance.

She thought about many things in a moment, and every one of them made her dare not think about it.

She took a deep breath and asked softly, "I heard that the Lanjing Gu Clan, because of its special bloodline, will never allow its children to live anywhere other than Lanjing, why are you here?" ”

Gu Fenglin pursed his lips tightly and looked away, he didn't want to answer this question.

Mu Yunhan sensed his resistance, put aside this question for the time being, and asked again: "Are you a side branch or a descendant?" ”

In fact, she wanted to ask what the relationship between him and Gu Yilan was.

But with her current identity, it is impossible for a small village girl to know the real name of the high-ranking priest.

Gu Fenglin didn't answer her question as usual, but looked straight into her eyes.

This time, it was Mu Yunhan who avoided his eyes, and she was looked at by him, and she had a feeling that she had nowhere to hide.