"But ......" Long Ye paused, and said what he thought in his heart, and the most cruel truth: "Master, the doctor said that there is no cure for this Gu. ”

Qin Youqing glared at Long Ye, his eyes slowly cooled, "Find out the person who is under the Gu first, as for the method......" glanced at the subordinates who bowed and lowered their heads, and the corners of his lips hooked: "You go to southern Xinjiang to understand the situation, and you must give me an answer within three days!" ”

Hearing this, Long Ye's shoulders shook, three days, just three days, it was really difficult for him to go back and forth in the far south of Xinjiang! He raised his head and looked at his master pitifully, begging with his eyes: Can you give a few days of grace?

"No way!" The man said firmly, without frowning, and turned to leave, leaving him with only a trace of his ethereal back.

I only heard a soft sigh from my master in front: "Jin'er can't wait......"

It seems to be lonely, as if it is distressed......

mixed with a lot of unspeakable feelings.

Thick or light......

Long Ye's heart was shocked, he raised his eyes to look at the closed red door in front of him, and sighed: "Miss Mu, don't let down your master's kindness." ”

The courtyard is quiet and peaceful, with a few birds chirping on the roof tiles, which is pleasant on an early autumn morning.

The air was damp, and it seemed that she had gotten up early.

She pulled the hair between her forehead, pulled the wound at the moment she raised her hand, looked down at the right hand that looked like a dumpling in the bag, and felt funny in her heart. It's just that the smile stayed at the corner of his lips for a long time, and then froze, and a blurry picture suddenly floated in his mind: in the dense rain curtain, a yellow figure crushed his fingers viciously, and there was a little girl next to him who called that person "Miss", and on the top of her head was an oil-paper umbrella with a light blue pattern.

The wind and rain were sudden, although her vision was obscured by the dense rain line, but she still remembered those fierce and smug eyes, sometimes innocent, sometimes cold, sometimes domineering......

So familiar?

Pinched his forehead lightly, Mu Chujian's mind suddenly became clear.

It's her!

Murong Yue'er!

The rhinestone's eyes stared at the fingers that were wrapped in gauze, and the corners of his mouth slowly softened. She leaned lazily under the willow tree, with a self-deprecation between her eyebrows, "It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, where there are men, there is war, alas......"

"Miss Mu, what are you sighing for?"

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, and soon, the man came to the front of him.

Mu Chujin narrowed his eyes and looked at the person who came. Dressed in a navy blue robe, with a cyan texture belt around his waist, his hair is tied up by a bamboo hairpin, his face is delicate, his temperament is elegant, and he is a handsome scholar who is alive and easy.

Look, look......

Somehow, Mu Chujin decided in his mind that he must be a scholar who reads poetry and books, stained with the fragrance of books and ink, and it is best to hold a brush in his hand and lie down seriously by the desk......

Lying on the side of the desk...... How?

At the end of the day, my eyes lit up.

Right!

He should be crouching at the desk and painting!

Thinking about it, a picture unconsciously appeared in my mind: the man lifted the corners of his sleeves, held the brush tightly, and looked at the beautiful men in front of him seriously with a pair of elegant eyes, carefully portraits. It seems that there is a girl lying on the chaise longue while eating grapes, looking at the beautiful men lazily, grinning happily at the corners of her mouth.

Who is that girl?

Who exactly?

Thinking of this, Mu Chujian's brain suddenly hurt, and some blurred light and shadow flashed in front of her quickly, so fast that she didn't have time to catch it.

"Miss Mu, do you remember me?" The man in blue asked with a hint of hope.

Mu Chujin rubbed the corners of his forehead, raised his eyes and looked at the man in front of him, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.

"We've met?" Mu Chujin asked tentatively, straightening up in confusion, missing the comfortable and lazy just now.

She can't have such a bad memory! If they meet, even if they have a relationship with her, she will remember it, and she has a good memory since she was a child.

What's going on?

When the man in blue heard this, the starlight under his eyes dimmed, and his face was lost, "Fu is a grass people, how can the princess remember?" "It's like talking to yourself. After finishing speaking, he smiled self-deprecatingly, a little more helpless and melancholy.

Mu Chujin's thin eyebrows tightened, raised his hand and touched his head lightly, racked his brains, and smiled helplessly: "Somehow, I feel as if I have lost a memory, and I can't remember everything about you." ”

"Oh? How so? The man frowned, looking at Mu Chujin's slightly pale cheeks, her eyes were so unfamiliar, as if she had never seen herself, rhinestone's sincere eyes, not like she was lying.

"Why don't you tell me about it, maybe I'll remember?"

Hearing Mu Chujian's mention, the man was stunned for a moment, and then he stood up, his face was embarrassed, and he gritted his teeth after being the most embarrassed, and said, "Okay......"

Gazebo, the wind passes without a trace.

The stone steps washed by the rain are more pale and clean.

The two people in the pavilion chatted happily, and the girl's expression was sometimes solemn and sometimes laughing. When the man heard the girl's laughter, his eyes became brighter and gentle.

"Fu Shiqing, you said that I invited you to the princess's mansion to paint portraits of the faces, I seem to be a little impressed, but how did you leave after the last day?" Mu Chujin asked with a sad brow.

Fu Shiqing's face was embarrassed, and he had no choice but to say truthfully: "That night, I saw you faint on the ground, and it seemed that you were seriously injured, so I carried you to my residence and wanted to treat your wounds for you, but ......"

"But how?" Mu Chujin saw Fu Shiqing's cheeks flush, and felt even more strange, and couldn't help asking.

"But Fu was drugged, and you were in a coma in bed, so ......"

"So we're ...... What's that? Mu Chujin swallowed her saliva and eagerly asked, did she lose her body to him? But it doesn't make sense, when she was in the cliff cave, she still used the blood of virgin to open the cave door! Thinking of this, the hanging heart immediately relaxed.

Hearing the unabashed words of the girl opposite, Fu Shiqing's face turned even redder, and he hurriedly waved his hand to deny: "We don't have ...... It was interrupted by a man in white who looked like a fairy later. ”

Mu Chujin was taken aback, frowned and asked, "Do you remember the appearance of the man in white?" ”

"Yes, of course I do!" Fu Shiqing nodded hurriedly and continued: "That man is very cold, full of coldness, his eyes are dark and deep, he is very angry, and kicked Fu out of bed!" ”

Hearing this, Mu Chujin's eyes froze, and she couldn't help laughing, she tilted her head and thought that if what Fu Shiqing said was true, then who else would there be a man in white she knew who else would be besides Feng Rongxue!

"That man slapped me almost with a palm, and when I woke up in a daze, I found myself in a sea of fire, and my Yazhu Xiaozhu was burned!" Fu Shiqing said tremblingly, his tone was unstable, and he still felt palpitations about the scene he had been.