Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 297 What Are You Two Doing?

Happy Valley.

"Master Tianlan, why are you setting up sky lanterns in the Heavenly Palace?" A little monk ran up panting, and watched Master Tianlan in cassock lighting the entire hall with sky lanterns.

Master Tianlan held the last sky lantern in his hand, and he was chanting words. After those words were finished, he let go of his hand, and the sky lantern gradually floated up.

Above the palace, it wobbles like the other sky lanterns.

"Master Tianlan?" The little monk asked cautiously.

Master Tian Lan, who was wearing cassock, turned around slowly, gradually revealing his plain face.

Isn't this appearance the same as that crazy monk?

"Because I'm changing someone's fate. I put up a sky lantern in the Heavenly Palace to make a wish to God." Master Tianlan walked up to the little monk carelessly.

He stared at the food box in the little monk's hand with burning eyes, and suddenly grinned, "Quick, show me, do you bring me chicken legs?"

"Master Tianlan, didn't you say that cultivators should not get fishy? Why do you eat fish and meat every day!" The little monk muttered dissatisfied.

Master Tianlan took the food box into his hands, and he opened the food box happily, and he saw a huge and shiny chicken leg, and he smiled happily.

He grabbed the chicken leg with his bare hands, sat down on a chair beside him, and gnawed happily, "I let you not get fishy, ​​because your practice is still young, and it is easy to be spoiled by worldly things. People who practice like me A bad old man of nearly a hundred years, eating and drinking will not ruin his practice~"

The little monk couldn't help but sighed, he glanced at the floating sky lantern above the palace again, and asked curiously: "Master Tianlan, who are you changing your fate for?"

"A person in the southeast direction." Master Tianlan replied casually, gnawing on a chicken leg like he was swallowing a jujube.

The little monk looked to the southeast. He scratched his bald head and asked again: "Master Tianlan, isn't the southeast direction the Tiancang Kingdom? What is your relationship with the people there?"

"Since that man met me, he is destined to be with me. So what if I help him and change his life?" Master Tian Lan had already gnawed a chicken leg while he was speaking. Do you have chicken legs?"

"Master Tianlan, I bought your chicken legs from running errands down the mountain, and you only need five cents for one!"

"so what?"

"You have to eat two or three times a month, and you never pay for it. I bought it with the money our sect sends me every month!"

"Well, then what does this have to do with my chicken legs?"

"...It's the end of the month now, and I've run out of silver, only enough to buy one..."

"Xiao Yu'er, how many times have I taught you to be filial to the master, honor the master, what's the matter with you using your own money to buy a few chicken legs for the teacher?"

"...It's nothing, it's just that I don't have any money."

"go!"

"Master Tianlan, where are you going?"

"Go to the head and ask for money!"

……

In Tiancang Palace.

When the first ray of dawn shone into the palace, Qing Yan Ge just finished reading the last page of the script.

"Knock, knock." There was a knock on the door.

"What's the matter?" Qing Yange asked loudly.

"Princess, do you want breakfast?" Mingyue's voice came from outside the door.

Qing Yange stretched her waist, only then did she realize that it was already dawn, and she raised her voice, "Okay."

"Your maidservant is going to prepare now." Mingyue replied.

Qingyange turned around and was about to shake Han Mubo awake.

Unexpectedly, the moment Han Mubo stretched out his hand, he opened those eyes that were shining like stars.

Qing Yange's fingertips just stopped between his eyes, and his long eyelashes swayed slightly, brushing against Qing Yange's palm.

Qingyange was pulled back like an electric shock, she coughed twice, "Well, it's dawn, Zijin slept very peacefully last night, nothing happened."

Han Mubo blinked lightly, nodded, "Okay, I'll go and have a look."

Han Mubo stood up, smoothed the folds of his robe, and walked slowly towards the bed.

Qingyange held her breath, watching Han Mubo's every move.

Han Mubo's big palm with well-defined joints first took the pulse of Xiao Nuomi Duanzi's wrist, and then he checked Xiao Nuomi Duanzi's eyes, nose, lips and teeth, and throat.

After finishing all this, he slowly turned around and leaned towards Qingyange.

Qing Yange swallowed, and asked first: "How is it? How is his condition?"

Han Mubo showed a shallow smile, and slightly lifted his thin lips, "All the toxins have been removed, and the body is fine."

Qing Yange clapped her hands excitedly, couldn't help standing up, and wanted to walk to the front of the bed to take a look.

However, as soon as she got up, a heart-rending pain came from her calf, forcing her to sit back again. She gasped, "Hiss."

Han Mubo's face changed, and he walked quickly to Qingyange, "Show me your wound."

Qingyange pulled back her calf, and Han Mubo's hand was empty.

Qing Yange explained: "Didn't you say last night... that you can't show others' calves at will?"

Han Mubo sighed slightly, and said softly, "This is different. Be good, show me."

Qingyange stretched out her feet obediently, and Han Mubo saw the bandaged thigh, the gauze had already been dyed red.

He frowned slightly, and skillfully peeled off the gauze layer by layer until the wound was exposed.

All I could see was that the wound was deep and had already been torn apart, showing no tendency to heal at all.

Han Mubo's tone softened a bit, "It's inflamed, did you always move this leg randomly last night?"

"...Mmm." Qing Yange nodded guiltily.

Han Mubo sighed softly, and said softly, "Let me bandage you up again."

After saying that, he stood up slowly, walked to the medicine box left by the imperial doctor last night, and searched for it.

After a while, he walked up to Qing Yange again with the cleaned up medicine, and he slowly squatted down to nurse Qing Yange carefully.

His fingertips were icy cold, but his technique was exceptionally gentle.

It was obviously a man's hand, but it was a bit gentler than Mingyue's, and Qingyange couldn't even feel the pain.

"Okay, don't walk around casually for the time being, and don't touch this wound with water. It will scab over in about seven days, and then I will apply cream to you to remove the scar." Han Mubo explained carefully, with a gentle tone. Water makes people feel like spring breeze.

"...Okay." Qing Yange replied, she felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to pull back her calf.

But Han Mubo sensed her emotion, put down his hands first, and was about to stand up.

But I heard a roar from the hall, "What are you two doing?!"

Qingyange and Han Mubo simultaneously set their eyes on the source of the sound.

(End of this chapter)