Since this Mo Bai promised to help in this yard, he moved here the next day, and he only carried a piano on his back, and in a bag, he contained two clothes, still white shirts, although simple, but it can be seen that the workmanship is good, and it must be a very expensive thing. That's all.

The furnishings in his house were arranged by Lan Yao himself. If you want to attract talents, you have to work hard.

After moving in, the door was open all day long, and he often sat at the desk and looked at all kinds of copywriting. Those things are not allowed to be touched by anyone. The cleaning staff did not dare to enter the house at will. He did the tidying of the house himself, and the house was spotless all the time.

Lan Yao walked into the small courtyard of Mobai, and saw a piano on the stone table, some pear blossoms falling and spreading on the qin, as if he was talking sweet words with the qin. And the owner of the piano, sitting in the room reading at the moment, his body is upright, a strand of hair falling, and he can't see him curling it behind his head with his fingertips, presumably he is fascinated by reading. The door is still open, and in the small stove in the house, the dragon incense is lit, and the green smoke floats in the air, and the knot does not disperse. Lan Yao walked slowly and stopped in front of the house.

"Lan Yao implores Mo Bai Gongzi to get some medicine." Lan Yao's voice was neither humble nor arrogant, and the words drifted into the room with her unique clean breath.

"There is no medicine." On the inky white and delicate face, there is no trace of waves. He didn't know what kind of medicine she wanted and what it was for. What Lan Yao wants is to blindly make people slowly become weak, so that the person taking the medicine will not end his life, but taking it for a long time will make people sluggish and depressed. Lan Yao did this, I'm afraid it's just for the autumn water. This Qiushui is a great figure in this Xuanyuan faction. The talent is high, she has all the advantages that Zhuqing had back then, and at the same time, she also has scheming that Zhuqing does not have. She seems to be gentle, but in fact she is cold, and she is extremely serious and careful. She has always liked this Mo Rong, which everyone knows. also speculated that Mo Rong had never married for her. When she grows up, marry her.

Since she promised Mo Rong to help her, she couldn't let her find this medicine. He couldn't let her be restless for the rest of her life. Now she is too young to understand the stakes, and doing so, although it seems simple, is actually pushing her to the precipice. After doing too many things and losing his nature, even if he became the head of the Xuanyuan faction, he would not be blessed by the Son of God. What he wants is a person who has his own character and principles, and at the same time can handle the affairs of all parties. Instead of losing her innocence.

"It's not hard to find." Lan Yao replied. The look was so serious.

"Since it's not hard to find, don't come to me." Mo Bai responded lightly, and a pair of pure white fingers picked up a cup of tea and sipped it gently. "You should know that there are some things that can't be done."

Lan Yao's hand slowly gathered, then released. Then he turned around and left. "I see."

When the white figure disappeared from sight, Mo Bai raised his head and looked at the pear blossom tree outside the window.

Such a small body has to carry too much. first changed the tanuki for the prince, and then was pushed to the forefront by the son of God in the Xuanyuan faction, and then it was to deal with one after another people who were different from the outside. In such a place, she didn't have any friends except for her senior brother and Miko.

Mo Bai sighed, then lowered his head and looked at the copy. He wasn't a nosy man.

This night, Lan Yao tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. She understood, he knew it. But he chose to stand by and watch, probably because he was too indifferent. And he was helpless in this Xuanyuan faction, walking on ice floes, as if he was about to fall into this abyss in the next moment.

On the second day, it was not yet dawn. Lan Yao had already gotten up early. Standing in the courtyard, looking out at the peach grove in the depths. The gaze is neither sad nor joyful. Suddenly, I heard the sound of the piano one after another, and I listened to it gently, and my mood became much better inexplicably. Jumping up to the treetops, I saw the courtyard next door, the white sound and shadow, sitting at the stone table, slender fingers plucking the strings. Seriously, as if the piano was his beloved, he played it with his heart.

In the distance, the sun finally fills the earth little by little. Lan Yao was listening attentively, but the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. His eyes unconsciously moved to the white figure, only to see the clear eyes of the person playing the piano, looking directly at himself, Lan Yao had a feeling that he was disturbing other people's Yaxing, and his body moved, escaping from his sight.