The rhinestone-like eyes glow with confidence, and the arrogance between the eyebrows is natural.

Raising his eyes slightly, a pale green figure came into view, "Huh! Xiaolan, where are you going? Mu Chujin asked, her bright eyes looking at the anxious little maid.

"Princess." Xiaolan respectfully bowed her head and held up a vermilion lacquered wooden box engraved with beautiful patterns, "I heard that Young Master Rong Xue is sick, and Shang Yaosi instructed Xiaolan to send some medicinal porridge." ”

Is he sick? Mu Chujin was slightly stunned, wasn't it good yesterday? She curiously opened the wooden box, there was a white jade porcelain cup placed in it, opened the lid, a white gas came out, and when she looked at it, it was a bowl of viscous porridge, but the color of the porridge was not the white of the rice grains, but with some flesh mixed with brown, the rice porridge was mixed with minced meat foam, and mixed with white dices cut into pieces.

The faint and tranquil medicinal aroma is mixed with the rich aroma of rice, which makes people appetizing.

Mu Chujin took the lunch box from Xiaolan's hand and said, "Xiaolan, you can get busy first!" Hongu stopped by to see Rong Xue. Wen Tun's voice was a little lazy.

"Ahh Xiaolan's stiff hand didn't have time to put it down, and her eyes were stunned.

"What's wrong? Well? The woman who spoke narrowed her eyes with a hint of curiosity, didn't I say it right?

"No, no, no!" Xiaolan shook her hand and hurriedly explained that she was most afraid of the princess's squinting eyes and thinking, and the coldness was mixed with the shrewdness that saw through people's hearts.

The corners of Mu Chujian's lips hooked, turned around elegantly, crossed Xiaolan, and walked towards the snow garden with the wooden box.

Looking at the figure of Su Sha who disappeared into the corridor in the blink of an eye, Xiaolan shook her head vigorously, impossible! I must have dreamed that the princess would never be so considerate, even her favorite face, Fengrongxue. I must not have woken up yet! Xiaolan walked away in a daze with a dreamy face.

The snow garden is still as white as snow, and the elegant camellia flowers are blooming luxuriantly, as if the spring breeze is coming overnight, and thousands of trees and pear blossoms are blooming.

I don't know why? Every time Mu Chujin came here, he felt extremely cool, and his heart was as calm as water.

Walk through the semicircular courtyard gate and come to the courtyard.

The vermilion lattice door was closed, and the whole snow garden was very quiet.

What about people? Mu Chujin pushed open the wooden door and looked at the bed, the pale green brocade quilt was neatly folded at the head of the bed, but he didn't see Feng Rongxue's figure.

Odd? She walked in leisurely, put the food box on the wooden table, and observed the furnishings in the room.

The spotlessly polished table with a crude clay cup on the table was very coarse.

Mu Chujin picked up the cup and played with it in his hand, his white fingertips crossed the rough cup surface, and his little finger was against the bottom of the cup, rubbing, interesting? I would send him monthly money every month, but he lived so simply? Is there any reason, or is he just an elegant character who doesn't like extravagance and waste?

Suddenly, the little finger touched an uneven line, Mu Chujin frowned slightly, turned the cup over, an inconspicuous little flower, simple and elegant, thinly engraved on the bottom, the engraving is very fine, the wisps are so clear.