Identity! She doesn't know the identity of the heavy either!

Her mother is an aunt, she was born as a concubine, what can she do to change.

Feeling the cold released from Cui Jinrong's body even more, Murong Bai tightened his clothes and lifted the medicine box up a little, "The eldest lady has not been in a good mood recently, if the second lady is free, she can comfort and enlighten her more." Xiangye bothered about the trivial matters of the previous dynasty all day long, and naturally did not want the back house to be restless. As Cui Haoran's most caring daughter, she naturally has to solve problems for her father.

Mad dogs are not afraid to bark, they are afraid to bite people. Although Murong Bai was not afraid of Cui Jinrong, he didn't want to provoke her too hard, if he dealt with him in turn, it would be worth the loss.

His eyes condensed slightly, and a touch of coldness flashed in his eyes.

He said, "The little master has a place on his hand to rub off the skin, so he must take care of it more and don't get contaminated with stolen goods." The third young master is young, and his resistance is naturally poor, and if the wound suppurates, he may be worried about his life. ”

He arched his hand to Cui Jinrong again and thanked her for sending her off.

"Thank you, sir." Cui Jinrong also said lightly.

Watching Murong Bai leave Cui Yuexuan, the plain figure melted into the night, and after a long time, Cui Jinrong withdrew her gaze.

———I'm the dividing line———

Early the next morning, Xiao Yu's holy decree really came down, which was expected by Cui Yan.

"Mother, you look so good." Chunxiang put the last hairpin on Cui Yan and couldn't help but praise.

Yesterday it was still a miserable white, looking weak, and when I woke up, it was so ruddy, I didn't need to wipe the rouge.

Sure enough, a woman wants to raise, and this sleep is really indispensable.

"Really?" Cui Yan touched her smooth face, looked at the face in the mirror, and couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

The heavy falling ponytail is elegant and noble, and the forehead is covered with purple gold tassels, and there are no hideous wounds, only the face of hibiscus. The cheeks are more rosy than flowers, and the lips are not red.

"Huh? Mother, what's wrong with your hand? Haruka exclaimed.

Because of the action of touching her face just now, Haruka suddenly saw a red blood mark on her white and tender fingertips.

"Nothing." Cui Yan withdrew her hand and said lightly.

Knowing that she was in a poisonous coma and was finally taken away, Xiao Yu took a small drop of blood and prepared to find someone to take a look. That's why such a small wound was left.

Gently twisting his fingertips, a slight pain came, thinking that Xiao Yu had not slept all night, healing his wounds, and his heart was like a warm current flowing through.

"Maybe it's scratched somewhere." Cui Yan said again, "You clean up, you will enter the palace later." ”

Cui Haoran and Zhao Xinyi gave her a lot of good things, and since they were in her pocket, they naturally had to take them away. What's more, if she wants to survive in the palace, she has to take care of it, and it's good to keep these things by her side.

Haruka answered, and then retreated to pack her things.

After straightening his clothes, he headed for the flower hall.

Anyway, let's go and ask the owner of Cui Yue Xuan to resign. It's just that Cui Yan didn't expect that she would see Murong Bai in the flower hall.

The white clothes are like fairies, the dust is not clean, just one glance, the eyes are attracted by him.

At this moment, he had cleaned his hands and was wiping them with a handkerchief. The slender fingers are white and slender, without a trace of thin calluses, even the best mutton fat white jade, which is not as delicate and smooth as it.

If you have to use one word to describe these hands, Cui Yan thought, it should be: perfect.