In the Baoyue Building, Murong Bai showed Qinghe the wounds, and while packing up the medicine box, he instructed, "You can endure it for a few more days, don't pick the wounds with your hands." ”

Although there are people to protect them, Qinghe and Mama Wang are inevitably injured, Qinghe is young, and it is good to raise them. Mama Wang had no external injuries, but she was a little frightened, but because of the tense situation, the injuries of the two were delayed for a while.

Qinghe wanted to say that it was a little itchy, but she couldn't help but what to do? However, facing Murong Bai's almost expressionless face, he swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.

The doctor looked so cold, like a piece of ice that would never melt.

She was instinctively afraid of this man.

It's still the big monk who is easier to talk to, no matter when, he smiles,

Coming out of the green lotus room, Mama Wang had been waiting for him for a while.

Murong Bai's brows furrowed, and he walked up to Mama Wang. Xiao Yu ordered someone to send Mama Wang, and he knew that there would be such a day.

Mama Wang pursed her lips as she watched Murong Bai's face get closer and clearer, and her heart rose to her throat.

It's him, it's really him.

She said, how can there be such similar people in this world, it turns out that they can't escape a fate word when they go around and around. She sighed in her heart, but she was more glad, glad that Cui Yan existed, and that they were alive.

It's just that more than ten years have passed, and he no longer remembers the appearance of a teenager. There is less innocence, and there is more coldness that rejects people.

The child who was bouncing and asking her for pastries had grown up after all.

"The night wind is cold and hurtful, Mama's body is in a bad loss, let's go into the house and talk." Murong Bai whispered, his voice was very calm, as calm as if he had gone through the vicissitudes of the world.

Mama Wang's heart ached suddenly.

"Okay."

Murong Bai walked in front with the medicine box, and the little girl helped Mama Wang to walk behind, and after a while, she arrived at the small flower hall of Baoyue Building.

The little girl helped Mama Wang sit down, and then left with interest.

Mama Wang thought that when she saw this Murong Bai again, she had thousands of things to say and ask, but when she looked at each other, Mama Wang found that she didn't know where to start and ask.

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"Auntie, the palace is so big, the house is so beautiful, it's the most beautiful place I've ever seen."

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"Auntie, did you make this pastry? It's delicious. ”

"If the son likes slaves, he will do more."

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"Auntie, I'm going home, I can't see you anymore, I can't eat the pastries you made."

"It's not difficult to make this snack, the slave and maid taught the palace people, and when the time comes, the son can bring her home."

"Still, I want to eat what my aunt made. Auntie, can't you go back with me, I heard that palace maids can apply to leave the palace when they reach twenty-five. I went to tell my sister, and she would say yes. ”

"The slave has no chance to leave the palace in this life. Besides, the slave is gone, who will take care of the mother? ”

"My sister is not happy, I want to take my sister home with me."

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"Auntie, I'm gone, you have to remember to miss me, because I will miss you very much."

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The past is vivid, as if it were yesterday. In a blink of an eye, the young man became the appearance in front of him, and tears rolled down from Mama Wang's eyes at once.

A plain white handkerchief was handed over, and Murong Bai's voice floated over, "Don't cry when you're old, it hurts your eyes." ”