Mu Chujin tasted the fragrant tea leisurely, her watery eyes became more and more bright by the rising water vapor, and her red lips opened slightly: "Uncle, why do I have headaches?" ”

Lao Er stroked his gray beard and said, "Little brother, the old man asks you a question, and you have to answer it truthfully." ”

"Hmm." Mu Chujin put down the teacup.

The dim old eyes looked at the masked young man in front of him, and asked tentatively, "Little brother, what happened in the family three years ago?" ”

"What happened three years ago?" The slender eyebrows twisted slightly, "Uncle, I don't remember." "Damn! Three years ago was too long ago for me, a person who had just passed through, and if I told you the truth, Miss Ben was in college three years ago, it wouldn't scare you to death!

"Oh...... It's not strange for the little brother to say this......" The old man's voice paused slightly, and he continued: "Little brother, with all due respect, you were hit three years ago, and there was a blood clot in your head, which led to the forgetting of some things. ”

Mu Chujin frowned and listened, his hands and feet were a little cold, what happened to the princess three years ago? Why is the head hit?

Suddenly, there was a faint stinging pain from the heart, like an embroidery needle slowly embedded in the heart, although it would not kill people, but it was slightly painful, like a shadow.

"Little brother, what's wrong?"

The delicate lip flap bit out tooth marks, Mu Chujin held on to the table, her cheeks were slightly white, "Uncle, my chest hurts a little?" ”

The old man gently stroked his trembling back, and his eyes were full of love: "Little brother, three years ago you must have experienced the most painful thing in your life, which left a deep shadow in your heart and caused you to have heartache. ”

Heartache?

Princess Mu - Is Mu Chujian's heart painful?

Why would her thoughts remain in my heart, entangled with my soul?

"Uncle, can this disease be cured?" Mu Chujin asked worriedly, she finally got reborn, she didn't want to die of heartache in no way, even if she died, she had to die clearly, die well, and be heavier than Mount Tai.

"Little brother, the old man will prescribe you a few doses of medicine first, and then with acupuncture therapy to remove the congestion, you can remember what happened three years ago." Lao Er said patiently.

"Thank you, uncle." Mu Chujin nodded with a smile, but his rhinestone-like eyes skimmed the ethereal floating clouds outside the window. He seems to be involved in an invisible conspiracy, and the black hand who controls everything behind the scenes is like duckweed, and he can't catch it. Mu Chujin hates the feeling of being manipulated, and hates everything that cannot be controlled.

Changing into a plain and light shirt, with a royal blue hairband tied in a ponytail casually, Mu Chujin slowly paced to the snow garden.

In the garden, the white camellia flowers bloom everywhere, the bowl-shaped petals, slightly stained with dewdrops, the snow white of the garden, as if it has fallen a little snow, driving away the dry heat of the garden, bringing a rare cold.

The snow garden is simple and luxurious, exquisite and not bold, and the whole garden is fresh and elegant, luxurious and leisurely. It is not difficult to see from the layout of the snow garden that the owner here must be a handsome and elegant young man.