Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 529 My Bun Is Small
Unexpectedly, this was just the beginning, and in the next two days, there would be a scene that made him vomit blood even more.

The cause of the matter was Jiang Zi.

Mo Xiaowan, who had won the victory with a few pots of big tonic soup, made an appointment with Qingdai early the next morning at Fenglinxi Fengting. The two of them read a medical book and sat on the cool stone bridge, shaking their feet.

"Little Wan, are you in a good mood today?"

Mo Xiaowan's face was full of smiles, and Qing Dai couldn't help but find out.

Anyone who dared to laugh at her little bun would be ashamed, wouldn't he be happy?

She raised her head from the book, and smirked at Qing Dai: "Yeah! You slept well last night!"

Qing Dai just doesn't believe that after sleeping well, can she be in such a good mood?
She asked: "Did you find a prescription to cure Mr. Mo's illness?"

"Yes, yes, he will definitely be cured this time."

Mo Xiaowan smiled and asked: "Qing Dai, I don't understand a sentence here, but what does it mean to observe the other party's meaning?"

She is so familiar with Uncle Xuanyuan, do you still want to observe?

"not that simple."

Holding the medical book in her hands, Qing Dai carefully read the passage before and after, and then gave her own judgment.

"Based on my experience, this cryptic statement probably means that we should stand in the perspective of the patient, feel it with the body, and observe it in detail."

Qingdai was afraid that she would not understand, so she gave an example: "The herb with rashes that I used for you last time, I just stand in the perspective of little white mice, to feel their pain and observe their psychological changes. To understand the person who suffers from this disease, you have to stand in his perspective and feel the factors that lead to his disease."

It's so hard to understand!

Mo Xiaowan thought for a long time, but he still understood the last sentence.

What Qing Dai meant, probably meant that she wanted to stand in the perspective of Xuanyuan Daguoguo, to understand why he doesn't like women?

Why do you like men?

do you mean this?

To start with the cause of the disease is to start with his male pets.

And what attracts Uncle Xuanyuan the most is what about his male pets?

From the perspective of the last hot spring bath, it should be their bodies and figures.

Ok!

Mo Xiaowan is so entangled, this, this, does she want to investigate too?

Do you want to peek at the hidden guards taking a bath?

So tangled, so tangled!

Just as she was thinking about it, Qing Dai suddenly grabbed her hand and said emotionally.

"Little Wan, if Mr. Mo knows that you don't think about food and drink, and stay up late because of his illness, you will definitely be moved. It's not in vain for him to protect you and recognize you as a younger sister."

"yawn!"

Mo Qianxie, who got up early in the morning to practice sword beside the Crane Lake in the manor, sneezed heavily again.

Ruoli, who was holding a sword sheath at the side, was very nervous: "Master, you still said that you are not sick. From yesterday to today, you sneezed several times in a row."

"You have the disease."

Mo Qianxie gave him a very dissatisfied look: "Master's precious girl misses me again, so I really want to end the vacation quickly and go back to the academy to see her."

Ruoli rolled his eyes: "Master, we'd better read the mountain of ledgers."

Qingdai praised Mo Qianxie to the point that he doesn't think about food and drink, and he is greedy in the morning and night to the point of sacrificing himself for others.

What can Mo Xiaowan say?

Yes, nothing can be said.

He could only continue to play dumb and smiled sweetly at Qingdai all morning.

For breakfast, instead of soy milk and fermented eggs, it was replaced by normal purple rice porridge with side dishes, and Mo Xiaowan was in a good mood.

"Hey hey hey!"

Mo Xiaowan took a sip of porridge and looked at Xuanyuan Chen with a smirk.

A certain Wang said with a cold face: "What are you laughing at?"

"Is this bun small?"

Mo Xiaowan triumphantly squeezed a steamed bun, and blinked meaningfully.

(End of this chapter)