As a good husband, Zhao Ze actually has his own little secrets.

"This Grandma Qi is a very open-minded person, she won't care about this."

At the end of the memorial service, Mu Qingyun took Grandma Bai's arm and went home slowly.

Outside the small white building, the flowers and trees were quiet, as if they were mourning for a life that had come to an end.

Mu Qingyun saw Grandma Bai walking in a daze thoughtfully, and said softly: "People, most of them will not be just a story in their lives. ”

Zhao Ze's actions, the deceased did not know, and he would not be injured, and it was he who felt guilty.

Although many people are uneasy, it is always a good thing that the case is closed, Mu Qingyun studied hard every day, and he had to go to the Inspection Department to appease Li Inspector, who was a little paranoid, which was really hard.

In a blink of an eye, late autumn has arrived.

Grandma Bai has a bad appetite for several days, and eating every day is like taking medicine, Mu Qingyun finished class, and when she came back, she boiled a pot of rock sugar hawthorn water.

This hawthorn is also planted by the white grandmother herself, the fruit is not big, but sweet and sour, it tastes very good, boiled into soup, the taste is also rich and delicious, very appetizing.

A big bowl of hawthorn was underwater, and Grandma Bai immediately had an appetite, and happily accompanied Mu Qingyun to wrap the dumplings with wild vegetables and pork.

Sure enough, she was accompanied, she didn't stretch out her hand, she stretched out her hand in a mess, even if she was a helper, Mu Qingyun wrapped it alone, her hands were extremely flexible, and she soon wrapped up a large plate, and when Grandma Bai made a move, she was in a hurry, making the table full of flour.

"Hey, that's it for this life."

Grandma Bai smiled and went to see Mu Qingyun again, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed, but she didn't say anything.

Even if life has gotten better and better over the years, when it comes to girls, it is better to be virtuous and capable, and those lazy daughters-in-law who can't do housework will be disliked.

But Grandma Bai is different from others, she has never done housework in the kitchen since she was a child, her mother has long said that she only hopes that she will not do housework in her life, and her man also said that she does not need to work in this life, so she is really old, and she is still clumsy.

When she was young, she didn't think so, but after a lifetime like this, she realized how lucky she was.

The girl is too capable, but it makes people feel distressed.

The dumplings with wild vegetables and pork are fresh and delicious, and they are so good to eat.

It is said that the boar can't eat fine chaff, and Grandma Bai is an elegant and elegant person, but what she likes recently is also homely.

Ah Qing's cooking is particularly delicious, Grandma Bai ate two big bowls in a row, and it took twenty-seven or eight to slow down, and persuaded Mu Qingyun: "Occasionally make some food for ourselves, drink tea and enjoy the moon and eat, it is naturally very beautiful, in the future, don't do it often." ”

Grandma Bai looked at Mu Qingyun's hands, but they were white and delicate, and they were very well raised.

Mu Qingyun chuckled, their Baiyun Gate's Jinyang Gong is notoriously slow to enter the realm, and it is also a well-known basic exercise, and the biggest effect is that once you can endure loneliness and practice to the subtleties, it is really a bit of a bit of a cleansing of the essence and the effect of perfecting yourself.

The most obvious change is that the skin has become better, and the internal organs, from the inside out, are full of qi and blood, and become healthier.

Once a person is healthy, there is rarely something that is not beautiful.

The original body was originally very good-looking, it was a very cute appearance, Mu Qingyun had been here for a few months, but because of the existence of some unknown masters, he was nervous, and he practiced harder and harder.

The people who get along with her day and night may just think that she has some flesh, not so dry and thin, and her skin is also moist, and she doesn't feel much, if you haven't seen her for a few months, you may not be able to recognize it at first sight.

Mu Qingyun suddenly raised his head and glanced around, blinked, and coaxed Grandma Bai back to the house to rest.

Settle Grandma Bai, the moon is in the middle of the sky at this time, the wind is a little cold, and a slightly hoarse, magnetic sound came from the roof: "I want to eat a bowl of dumplings." ”

Mu Qingyun nodded, re-lit the charcoal stove, and put a big bowl of dumplings in.

Goo, one boil, two boils, three boils.

Fished out and filled a large bowl, Mu Qingyun held it in both hands, stepped lightly on the treetops and went to the eaves, looking at it through the moonlight, he couldn't help but be stunned.

On the top of the attic of the small white building, there is a person, a very retro old-fashioned robe, to say that this green is a very provocative color, a bad lining skin dull, very rustic, but worn on this person, only noble.

Of course, Mu Qingyun was not confused by beauty, but this person's appearance was very amazing.

He had the same face as Qiao Tian.

Mu Qingyun's mind was confused, remembering the so-called 'suspect' that she and Li Inspector made up at that time, so she casually said the name of 'Qiao Tian', and as a result, she really saw 'Qiao Tian' today.

Of course, this 'Qiao Tilt' is also twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and it can't be Mr. Qiao of her era.

"Your name is Mu Qingyun?"

'Qiao Tian' looked over coldly, but he didn't move, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, the dumplings in Mu Qingyun's hand reached his hand.

"The taste of the world is the freshest thing."

'Qiao Tian' didn't look at Mu Qingyun much, and silently finished eating a bowl of dumplings, then took out a handkerchief, wiped his mouth, looked up and said, "You are a disciple of Baiyunmen?" What about your brother? Dead? ”

Mu Qingyun: "......"

She suddenly felt that except for a face, this Qiao Qian was nothing like the Qiao President she knew.

Mr. Qiao is cold on the face, but in fact he is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, and he is very thoughtful and considerate of the person he cares about.

Before Mu Qingyun's college entrance examination, even the clothes to be worn every day, Qiao always chose them by himself, and then let the production line of 'Si Lilan' be tailored according to Mu Qingyun's size, and then asked Miss Black Suit to send it to her.

Basically, it has to be delivered once a week, and Mu Qingyun only knew about it by accident, and he was flattered at that time.

But then I got used to it, they were Mr. Qiao, she had to take care of her food, clothing, housing and transportation, that is, Yanzhou University she attended, which was Mr. Qiao's base camp, and there were many professors and scholars in it, all of whom were Mu Qingyun's acquaintances, so Mr. Qiao didn't show too much.

Even so, Mu Qingyun only learned not long ago that after she was successfully admitted to Mu Chuncheng's class, Mr. Qiao, who was wealthy in their family, specially donated a batch of historical materials to Mu Chuncheng's class, all of which were historical materials that could not be seen in the library of the Ming Kingdom, which made the old professors of Yanzhou University very happy, and for two months in a row, the old professors were forced to be hospitalized for recuperation.

It can only be said that the cover is as old as ever, the white head is as new, and the fate between people is very delicate. (End of chapter)