Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 490 Silly and Sweet
A few days later, Bai Jingzhen's leg was successfully removed, and the bone in his leg that was broken by Mo Junli was half healed now, at least he didn't have to hang it empty every day without being able to touch the ground.

After Mu Xici gave him the second injection, the dark wound on Bai Jingzhen's shoulder that had been left for more than ten years was basically healed, and the rest only needed to follow the prescription prescribed by Master Mu and patiently drink the decoction for a few days to recuperate Just a little.

The people from Guanfeng Pavilion arranged a caravan out of the city a few days in advance, and on the same day, they brought the young man with a broken leg who changed his appearance, and rushed out of the capital before sunset.

When the caravan was about to set off, the little girl, with the benevolence of a doctor, couldn't hold back and told Bai Jingzhen a few more words——

From the time to take the medicine every day to the dosage of the medicine, to how many days each prescription needs to be taken; when the wound of the broken leg can touch the water, when can it go to the ground, and how to maintain the meridians of the dark wound...

When talking about other people's illnesses and prescriptions, Mu Daguo talked as much as the flood that broke the embankment in Jianghuai in June.

A whole bunch of small and broken things rushed to him, until the young man was dizzy and his ears were callused, and he could retell her words completely by instinct, and the little girl sent him on the road with peace of mind.

Bai Jingzhen, who was lying in the carriage, was in a complicated mood.

On the one hand, he only learned of the news of his little aunt's death from Mu Xici a few days ago, and now he really doesn't know how to face this young girl.

——Even if he knew that there was something wrong with his cousin's death, even if he knew that she was unwilling to lose her mother since she was a child, but Wen Yu died after giving birth to her, he really didn't know how to treat her.

On the other hand, he is not prepared to do things obediently according to Mo Junli and the others. He will cooperate with them, but he will not obey them completely.

He was born in General Zhaowu's mansion, and the word "loyalty" has long been carved into his flesh and bones. What he told Mo Junli in the dungeon that day was not a lie. Until the last moment, he was determined not to easily treason .

The word "treason" is too heavy for him to bear, but the Bai family's red blood honor for more than a hundred years is not acceptable.

Through the heavy soft curtain on the car, the young man looked at the tall and the short standing beside the waterside door from afar. He wanted to say a few more words to Mu Xici before he left, but unexpectedly those words came to his lips. But there was nothing left but speechless.

—what should he say?

What can he say?

He didn't seem to need to talk to her anymore. He could see that His Highness treated her sincerely, and the Mu family had a very high status in Qianping. He also heard that the emperor of Qianping and Duke Mu grew up together since childhood. big hair small...

If you want to come to Tianjia, you will not treat her badly.

Bai Jingzhen slowly withdrew his gaze, and before he closed his eyes for a nap, he caught a glimpse of Mo Junli lowering his head, talking to Mu Xici in a whisper that belonged to them alone.

The little girl was so angry that the young man gave him a punch in the waist, but the latter held her hand happily, and laughed and took out two pieces of candied snacks from his pocket to coax the girl.

That scene looked silly and sweet, and I could see Bai Jingzhen's reddish eyes for no reason - he seemed to have seen such a beautiful smiling face elsewhere.

It seemed that 20 years ago, when he was still young, he was holding the big red xiguo that was no smaller than his head, and he wobbled his little aunt into the sedan chair to marry Qianping.

That day, Aunt Wen Yu wore a long red dress that looked like fire, and the swaying red jade tassels on her temples were reflected on her face, like clouds burning in the sky at sunset.

When the little aunt got on the sedan chair that day, she smiled as beautifully as the two of them.

Thinking about it...the years she lived in the Duke's Mansion must have been extremely happy.

Bai Jingzhen closed his eyes, his nose was sore, and a hot water drop silently fell into his temple.

He thought that he probably understood little aunt a little bit.

*
On the first day of August in the 26th year of Changle, there was light rain in Beijing.

Mu Xici stood by the door with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the slightly cold autumn rain outside Xiaoxuan's corridor, the half-green and half-yellow apricot tree leaves were rustled by the rain, and the wind that passed through the hall carried A thin section of cool.

Lingqin took out a satin cloak woven with dark flowers at the right time, unfolded it and put it on the little girl silently, Mu Xici lowered her eyebrows and thanked her in a low voice, shallow and distant waves rolled up in her pupils.

After wandering around the capital for thirteen days and nights, the envoys from Hanze were finally invited by His Majesty to the Qianyang Hall to discuss peace matters.

If everything goes as smoothly as they planned, by tomorrow morning, when His Majesty announces the result of the peace talks to the world, Sister Ye and the others can set off and rush back to Hanze.

Waiting for the saintess from Northern Xinjiang to safely arrive at Hanze Imperial Capital, Bai Jingzhen, who stayed in the Yuchuan forest to "cure her illness and recuperate her injuries", should also leave for Fuli.

In this way, this turbulent world of great struggle, this criss-crossing and chaotic situation, can be considered to have officially kicked off——

Master Mu raised his hand to receive a string of icy cold raindrops, closed his eyes after a long while and slowly exhaled foul air.

She was about to turn around and go back to the study, when she heard a young man's deliberately suppressed voice from beyond the eaves of the beam: "Aci!"

Hearing the sound, Mu Xici's almond eyes widened in a daze, and then hurriedly grabbed the plain gauze paper umbrella leaning against the door.

Holding the paper umbrella, the little girl took two steps outside, then raised her head in the direction of the voice.

There was a head with a bamboo hat on the ridge of the roof. The young man was wearing a light brown rice woven coir raincoat, lying on the roof, smiling and waving at her: "Aci, I'm here."

Seeing this, Master Mu couldn't help being stunned again and again, and then lifted the hem of his clothes, subconsciously wanting to use lightness kung fu.

"Don't, don't, don't come up." Mo Junli was frightened by her action and "turned pale", and hurriedly said to stop the little girl's dangerous action, "It slipped to death on this, I was lying here without looking Yet?"

"——Don't come up, if you don't stand still and fall down and get covered in mud, Lingqin will catch you and babble again."

Today the rain is as dense as spring fog, and when it hits the eaves, soft, cool smoke rises.

The young man's dignified and delicate eyebrows and eyes were covered by the smoky rain and fog, making it difficult for people to see clearly.

At a glance, he no longer looks like the prince of the Tian family, but rather looks like a child playing in the mountains, or a handsome farmer with an outstanding bearing.

If there is no such annoying mundane affairs... It would be nice to find a beautiful hill and hide in the mountains and forests, and be an ordinary farmer who can do whatever he wants.

"...Why did you come here in this weather?" Mu Xici opened his mouth slowly, with a faint smile on his face.

"The old man's discussion is almost over, let me give you a message." Mo Junli said with a smile and lifted his chin, "Why, Master Guoshi doesn't welcome me?"

"That's not true." The little girl chuckled with lowered eyelashes, and closed the cloak on her body pretending to be careless.

"I'm just curious, why didn't you use the snow ball today."

　I am autistic in writing these two chapters
　　I want to ask for leave, but tomorrow is Saturday
　　Forget it, I'm branching
　　woohoo
　　
　
(End of this chapter)