Mu Lian said, picked up a bowl of soup medicine from the tray, and handed it to Mo Wen quite attentively. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Mo Wen didn't say anything, and was about to reach out to pick it up, when Mu Lian's hand holding the bowl suddenly shook, and all the hot medicinal juice in the bowl splashed on Mo Wen's face.

Mo Wen didn't expect this change, following his instinct, the long sleeves rolled up, and the spilled medicine instantly folded in direction, and the Buddha had an internal force to force him, and they fell on Mu Lian's upper one after another, and there was a burst of heat and sizzling sound, Mu Lian was scalded and took a step back, frowned, and was on guard, and shouted: "Who are you?!" ”

Mo Wen put down his sleeves, not a drop of medicinal juice was stained on his sleeves, and the expression on his face did not change at all, it was still the same indifferent face as before, with a paleness, so that everyone who saw him couldn't help but pity his sickness and weakness. He sat at the head of the bed, Mu Lian stood on the edge of the bed, his eyes were almost level, however, Mo Wen looked at Mu Lian's eyes blankly, as if he didn't understand the meaning of her words, but after a while, he withdrew his gaze, turned over and gently covered the thin quilt for Baili Jing on the bed, his movements were light and light, full of love and pity.

A master who is not shocked and pretends to be deaf and dumb, Mu Lian will no longer believe that this person is a weak and sick man no matter what, and it completely explains why in the past month, after he drank those poisons, not only did his body not have any damage, but his complexion was still like a day!

How terrible, this man!

Today she had the intention to test Mo Wen, it has reached this point, Mu Lian must ask the truth, and unceremoniously shot at Mo Wen, the palm is ruthless!

People who come out of Lutai Mountain, unless their qualifications are really mediocre, they have been trained for several years, and their martial arts will never be weak, and everyone has their own strengths.

No one has ever seen Mulian's true skills, and the first thing to learn in the Prime Minister's Mansion is Mo Wen, however, before Mu Lian's palm touched Mo Wen's body, he was intercepted by someone from the side, and the man took Mu Lian's several moves, blocked in front of Mo Wen, and said angrily: "Mu Lian, you are so bold!" How dare you be disrespectful to the concubine! Is it the other way around! ”

It's a distant mountain.

That short, ordinary-looking little guy.

His expression is neither humble nor arrogant, which is completely different from his usual reckless state.

Even the distant mountains are deeply hidden, and the tricks of the masters on Lutai Mountain can be easily resolved, what is the way of these master and servant! If you want to fight hard with them, Mulian is definitely not their opponent, so, what about Jing Xiaobai? What is their attitude towards her? For what purpose are they hiding so deeply?

Mu Lian looked at the girl who was sleeping on the bed, and suddenly became frightened, her fists clenched at her side, and her whole body tightened: "What do you want?" What do you want to do to Jing Xiaobai? ”

Just now, when Mulian and Yuanshan were fighting, the palm wind blew Mo Wen's hair and the curtains hanging in front of the bed, however, Mo Wen was calm and calm, and reached out to point Bai Lijing's sleeping hole, and his movements were as gentle as caresses.

Seeing Mulian's questioning like a calf, Yuan Shan said murderously word by word: "Today, you don't want to get out of here." Leave your life behind. ”

The identity of the master has been exposed, and there is no way to keep Mulian, not even Princess Jing on the bed! We must all cut down the grass and eradicate it! This may not be a good thing, so that the master broke off the idea of continuing to hide, and set off to go back as soon as possible, the opportunity has been achieved.

As he spoke, the distant mountain was about to attack, Mo Wen abruptly stretched out his hand to block the distant mountain, and his unexciting eyes looked at Mu Lian fixedly, and suddenly smiled, and said a word silently.

Lip language.

Ordinary people don't understand, but Mulian has been trained since she was a child and can see it clearly.

Mo asked, settle down, otherwise, your identity can't be hidden.

He didn't kill her! Not only that, Mo Wen even seems to know where she came from!

Mu Lian took a step back in shock, the sick seedling that was harmless in the past actually held the handle she was most afraid of in her hand without moving, not only that, she was also so passive, her identity was revealed, but she didn't know what this person had in mind, what his origin was, and what he wanted to get!

Master, this sick seedling is not only a scourge, but also a character that cannot be underestimated, how many winds and waves he can maintain this sick and weak state, which makes Jing Xiaobai feel distressed, and when the kung fu of acting arrives home, how many secrets are still hidden that she doesn't know? !

After Mo Wen finished speaking, he still maintained the harmless smile of Fang Cai, and said, Go out, the medicine is cold, hot and hot.

In the past, if Mo Wen had told her this, Mu Lian would not have obeyed and would choose to ignore it, but now she can't ignore it, staying here will only be limited everywhere, Mu Lian looked down at Bai Lijing on the bed again, turned around vigilantly and retreated, turning back one step at a time.

When Mu Lian's figure disappeared, Yuan Shan was puzzled: "Master, why do you have to bother with her?" How can she keep a secret when she goes out? She will definitely shake it all out, so that the master has no place to stand! No, Yuanshan must go and kill her! ”

Mo Wen shook his head, "No. He looked down at the girl on the bed with a slight frown, smoothed her little by little with his fingertips, and showed an obvious gentle smile on his lips: "Don't kill her, ?p>."

Retreat from the bottom of the heart, and resign from the bottom of the curtain to play the dark hook flash, Su Xian, t, the sword, the Huai, the tent, the stalk>, the stalk

The man finally couldn't hold his breath and tried him, and the temptation had already come to fruition, and the next step should be to assassinate him. But it's not necessarily a good thing to tear his face, at least, he doesn't have to hide it so much in front of some people, and he doesn't need to look at a girl's face if he wants to share a bed with his wife.

Yuanshan went away angrily, Mo Wen gently brushed open Baili Jing's sleeping hole, the girl turned over, before lying down, Mo Wen intercepted her body, but the wound on her back touched the bed board, he could only hold her like this. Fang Cai's unhappiness turned into infinite tenderness, and he simply lay down beside her, hugged her into his arms, and kissed her lightly on the lips with a little annoyance—

Fool, if your senior sister dies, even if she has a thousand mistakes, do you blame her, or do you blame me?

Naturally, I'm to blame, right?

So, she can't die, she has to live well, but, undoubtedly, she can't let her life be too easy......

Mu Lian had the medicine and didn't bring it in by herself, but sent another girl into the house, she stood by the bamboo forest of green ducks, her heart was very confused, and she didn't know what to do at all.

Things are far beyond the original plan, it seems that it is becoming more and more difficult to clean up, she can't report to the master as soon as something happens, so that the master is embarrassed and impulsively misses the big thing, but if she doesn't report, how can she deal with these unexpected situations alone? What exactly does a sick colt want?

If he wants Jing Xiaobai, he must not! If he doesn't want Jing Xiaobai, he wants something else, then his tenderness and care are fake, and Jing Xiaobai is in danger!

All of this points to the same point - the sick colt must die, no matter who he is, no matter what he wants!

How do I get started?

Since the sick colt can see through her identity, the famous hall of those medicines, he must have already noticed that poisoning will not work. But if she openly starts with Mo Wen in front of Jing Xiaobai, according to Jing Xiaobai's personality, she will definitely find out the bottom of the matter, and when the time comes, the master's trouble will be more, and her identity will not be hidden, and she will always pull out everything on Lutai Mountain over the years, endlessly......

"Sister Mulian."

A voice suddenly sounded in Mu Lian's ears, making Mu Lian's body tremble in fright, and she looked over reluctantly, it was she who let the girl Ping'er who sent the medicine into "Youfeng Laiyi".

Ping'er held the empty medicine bowl in her hand and said with a smile: "Sister Mulian, the princess is awake, and she still asked about you." ”

Mu Lian lost her usual pungency, and her actions slowed down a little, and Mu Ran nodded: "Oh." I know. Let's go to see the princess. ”

Brushing open the layers of curtains, the first thing Mu Lian saw was not Jing Xiaobai, but Mo Wen, he was still sitting quietly at the head of the bed, without a trace of sound, holding a cup of tea in his hand, uncovering the lid of the cup, patiently blowing the heat in the cup, seeing her coming, he glanced at the corner of his eye, and said nothing.

The more calm and composed, the more unpredictable it became, and Mu Lian became cramped and uneasy, her fingers twisted in her sleeves.

"Mulian." Baili Jing called.

Mu Lian did not calm down because of this call, walked over and held Jing Xiaobai's hand, but her heart was still high, she didn't know if this sick colt had revealed anything to Jing Xiaobai.

"What did Hee say?" Bai Lijing asked, her face was not good, revealing a weak paleness, which was somewhat similar to Mo Wen.

Mu Lianqiang squeezed out a smile: "Oh, General He is very good, but he can't rest assured of you, and asked me to bring a fan back, saying that it is hot and there are more mosquitoes, so let's take care of you." He has some official business to do recently, so he can't come to see you. ”

As she spoke, Mu Lian took out a folding fan from her sleeve and handed it to Bai Lijing.

Mo Wen raised his head at this time, and his eyes fell on the fan opened in Bai Lijing's hand, it was an old fan, and the paintings and inscriptions on the fan were also long, ordinary flower and bird paintings, nothing special. But apparently for Bai Lijing, this fan has a special meaning, she touched the calligraphy and painting on her head with her hand wrapped in white gauze, and laughed inexplicably.

Mo Wen didn't understand what she was laughing at, so she didn't feel very comfortable, and sent the cold tea over, blocking Bai Lijing's sight.

Bai Lijing glanced up at him, put down the fan, took the teacup, and drank the tea that was already cold in the cup.

Mu Lian stood aside, frowning slightly, Situ He didn't come to see Jing Xiaobai because of some business trip, but because he was sick and burned so badly that he couldn't even get out of bed, and Jing Xiaobai was not the only one who was drenched in the rain yesterday. I was afraid that Jing Xiaobai would be worried, so I made up these lies.

There is nothing to worry about when you can see the evils. If everyone is as open as Situ He, and every bone in his body is straight, then what is there to be afraid of?

Mu Lian said something with Jing Xiaobai again, but he still didn't see Mo Wen get up and leave, he sat there peacefully, without the slightest intention of leaving.

Seeing that Mu Lian looked at Mo and asked, Bai Lijing also looked over, her voice was still hoarse, and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you going back to the side courtyard?" ”

Mo Wen's eyes looked directly at Bai Lijing, his eyes were innocent and harmless, his expression was slightly embarrassed, he took her hand, and wrote carefully on the layer of gauze: "The courtyard is a little far away, I can't see you, I can't hear your voice, I'll be worried." If you don't mind, I can lay a bunk close to you. Is that possible? ”

The two had slept so many times, and he still said these high-sounding and pitiful words, as if he was afraid of overstepping the rules and making her angry. As soon as Bai Lijing touched Mo Wen's eyes, she was so calm and calm, she lost the ability to parry, and her heart softened and said, "Why not?" ”

Mo Wen listened, the corners of his lips bloomed a shy smile, his eyebrows and eyes also fell, he lowered his head, and put a kiss on the back of her hand through the gauze.

Unlike Bai Lijing, Mu Lian already knew that Mo Wen was extraordinary, and when she saw his tricks at this time, she felt more and more that this person was humane, completely different from the inside, and completely unpredictable.

The most terrifying thing is not that the other party is strong, but how strong the other party is, you don't know at all, his every move is calm and composed, maybe even a smile, a sigh and a kiss may be a calculation, how can a simple girl like Jing Xiaobai be his opponent?

However, Mu Lian didn't dare to say anything, I'm afraid that even this point, Mo Wen is accurate.

"Mulian, it's not too early, you go to sleep." Bai Lijing then turned her head to Mu Lian and said.

Mulian nodded mechanically, and while walking out, she turned back and said, "I'll sleep outside, something will call me." ”

The light was turned on in the room, and two figures were reflected in the red gauze tent, and Mo Wen helped Bailijing to lie down, and she was still holding the folding fan of Situ He in her hand.

He didn't ask anything, leaned over and imprinted a kiss on Bailijing's forehead, then stood up, took off his coat, and walked outside the red gauze tent, where there was a sleeping tent.

He walked very slowly, his steps were vain, he didn't have much strength, and he seemed to be waiting for something, and sure enough, after three steps, a girl's hoarse voice came from behind him: "Mo asked." ”

Her voice was not loud, but Mo Wen immediately stopped, looked back at her, and the slender black shadow happened to cast on the head of her bed, and the two of them seemed to be connected.

Her hand was injured, Bai Lijing could only support the bed with her shoulders, raised her head with difficulty, and said loudly: "The sleep outside is too hard and cold, you can't get used to sleeping...... Come on. ”

Mo Wen was waiting for her words, in the dim light and shadow, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, he turned around and walked back, lying down on Baili Jing's side with peace of mind, facing her.

The weather is really hot, the thin quilt will sweat after a long time, the two of them only have a little back corner, Bai Lijing opened the folding fan, fanned it twice, and the arm lost strength, so it was put down again.

Too tired, her body hurts, she slept quickly, in a haze, one hand around her waist, carefully took her into her arms, and then a cool breeze blew slowly, one at a time, fanning rhythmically, very comfortable.

The hand holding her was like Han Ye, giving her a sense of security for countless nights, and the cool breeze was like a fan in the summer, cool and gentle, never stopping for a moment.

Before she went to Lutai Mountain, she took a lunch break in the Marshal's Mansion for many summers, and it was He who fanned her all the time. She always dislikes the fans used by the ladies, because the fan surface of the fan is not as big as the folding fan, and the wind is naturally not as cool as the folding fan.

But in her vague consciousness, she clearly knew that this was not Han Ye, nor He, and there was a vague medicinal fragrance on the tip of her nose...... She curled up and drilled into the man's arms, and two words overflowed from her mouth: "Mo asks ......"

The cool breeze stopped for a moment, and then the cool, soft lips pressed against her eyes, and he didn't speak, but seemed to tell her that I was here.

Bailijing couldn't hear what he said, but she knew for sure that he was.

It only takes time to develop a habit for a person, and the heat is enough.

At the same hour, on the top of the seven-story pharmacist pagoda of Fahua Temple, Han Ye was silently reciting scriptures in front of the 7749 ever-bright lamps, and there was no one around.

Looking down from the tower window, you can see the scenery of half of Shengjing City, the night market is gone, the lights are extinguished one by one, until everything is quiet, only the lanterns of the watchmen shuttle between the streets and alleys, and occasionally light up a little. The night was long, and the mountains and rivers were silent.

Forty-nine lanterns are hung with colorful flags, and a bright red poppy hangs from the flag, the color has gradually withered, and it is no longer as bright as it used to be.

One of the secret techniques of Buddhism is quite mysterious: if someone is seriously ill and dying, light 49 lanterns, hang colorful flags, and then recite Buddhism 7749 times by close relatives, if the lamp is not extinguished, the flags are continuous, and the soul of that person can return to its place and be safe and sound.

The long scriptures have been recited over and over again, Han Ye raised his head, and the forty-nine ever-bright lamps jumped, very unstable.

Actually, why didn't he know? These tricks are useless, it is useless to pray to God and worship the Buddha, and the lantern means "the lamp of longevity", so there is a saying that the dead will come back to life, but if the person is already dead, no matter how many times he does the Dharma and reiterates the scriptures, it will only be in vain.

On the high city tower, the red clothes jumped down, just when the wild goose flew south to the north. He ran over in a panic, only to see that her former beautiful face was almost distorted, and her lips were stained with blood, but she smiled and said calmly and serenely: "I can finally go back, and I finally don't have to look at the snow in the northwest anymore......"

In his words, it was as if he had finally been liberated and no longer had to suffer.

What's so bad about snow in the Great Northwest?

The endless desolation is the most common color in heaven and earth, and I have been looking at it for all these years, why can't I continue to look at it? Mother, don't you understand that if you can't walk in the desolate wind and snow, you will be buried under the wind and snow, and then you will not like it even more? Do you feel even more sad?

Those who give up think they are free, and those who stay are persistent in suffering.

The jade pendant on his waist reflected the candlelight, emitting a completely different light from usual, Han Ye stared at the center of the jade pendant for a long time, and his eyes as deep as the sea became darker and darker.

The key to the dungeon has been obtained, but where is the entrance to the dungeon?

The old fox had so easily allowed him free access to the Medicine Master's Tower, how could he suddenly be so generous? Xie Yan, the squire of the military department, was a former subordinate of the Han family, but he was ordered to work with Xie Yan to handle martial arts matters, what was the old fox's idea? Aren't they afraid that their affection will shake his shameful usurpation of power?

Walking on thin ice and paying attention everywhere, the old fox and Queen Situ have been embarrassed by the Han family for seventeen years, what kind of result do they want?

The wife is separated, the family is ruined, is it enough?

The wound from the assassination in the last "Drunken Alley" had not completely healed, and Han Ye felt pain as soon as he stood up. Standing by the tower window on the other side, looking at the three-storey Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the patrolling forbidden army walked back and forth, surrounding the Scripture Pavilion, and wanted to enter unless they would escape the ground......

Wait, walking away?

……

For a few days in a row, Mulian couldn't find the right time to be alone with Bailijing, and the "sick seedling" horse took advantage of her illness and weakness to eat and lie with Bailijing every day, and even later Bailijing's body was slightly better and went out for a walk, and he also accompanied him.

Those girls who love to chew their tongues have spread, saying that the relationship between Princess Jing and Jing is getting better and better, and no one can be separated. The sick horse did not return to live in the hospital, but stayed in the "Feng Laiyi" every day, and the rumors of discord between husband and wife and separation of husband and wife have long been mentioned.

On this day, Situ He sent Zhou Cheng, the captain of the personal guard, to send some mulberry fruits, a full box, about the same size, the color is about the same, bright and dripping, obviously just picked.

The silk in the south of the Yangtze River is very famous, and mulberry trees can be seen everywhere, however, in his memory, Mo Wen has never eaten mulberry fruit, not before, and no one will send mulberry fruit to him in the past few years of living in the Xiangfu Courtyard.

The mulberry fruit was served in a lacquered wooden box and placed on the table in the gazebo as a snack to be tasted, and his wife, smiling at it, beckoned him to try it.

Mo Wen picked a red mulberry fruit, chewed it, his mouth was full of acid, and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva. According to Situ He's personality, it seems that he has put a curse in this mulberry fruit, except for his baby Jing Xiaobai, everyone else tastes sour, especially the damn Mo Wen......

Mo Wen thought to himself self-deprecatingly.

He didn't eat it, but just watched his wife eat it, and his mouth naturally got jin and he had to swallow it. Naturally, his mind thought, will a fool feel sour too? Her slippery little tongue was moist and sweet and sour, and if he didn't know what it tasted like in his mouth, he couldn't eat the sour fruit, but he could eat her tongue, and only at some point would she willingly let him taste it.

Mu Lian was waiting on the side, looking at Mo Wen's expression was not quite right, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle, full of pampering, and the eyes of the person who looked at Jing Xiaobai when she was on Lutai Mountain in the past were quite similar, just warm as water, and quiet as night.

Suddenly, she had a bad idea in her heart, could it be that the sick seedling and the horse also fell in love with Jing Xiaobai? Tenderness and sweetness are not fakes, they are all true?

If so, is there anything that can be done about him? Grab his handle......