There was a bit of sourness in her heart, and there was a layer of mist in her eyes. She raised a smile and stretched her hand to caress his face. How could her heart be empty for six years? Although I can't remember what kind of heart I used to love this man, but from my own forgotten it seems that it must be deep into the bone marrow, because the love is deep, the complaint is deep.

This pro action made Long Yinfeng more swollen, hugging her tightly, but afraid of hurting her too much, and deeply sucking the fragrance of her question, gently said: "Xiyue, Remember our original oath? "

Of course Mu Xiyue couldn't remember it, and Long Yinfeng went on to say, "Hold your son's hand and grow old with him."

The candle on the table completed its mission afterwards, and only a pool of candle tears was gradually drying up ...

The next morning, when Mu Xiyue woke up, his side was still empty, and his heart was lost for a while. The white silk quilt seemed to still feel that he had left the temperature, and he leaned over and hungly embraced the empty space. Being, no matter what she had missed each other, she knew exactly what to do at this moment.

In the Imperial Study Room, Feng Qingzheng told Long Yinfeng happily, and he found a way to understand the poison.

"How did you find out?" Situ Ling could not hide his excitement and asked.

Feng Qingyou said: "It's really God's will. When I was distressed about it on the eve of my eve, my father asked the maid to bring me the iced Sydney, and I kept watching the villagers' wounds disappearing little by little. It was really anxious. , When the maid handed over the iced Sydney, I was impatient and wanted to push her out, but unexpectedly I overturned the plate when I raised my hand. A piece of ice poured out just fell to the villager ’s wound. When the skin on the wound stopped, the news stopped. I suddenly put all the ice on my hand on the wound. I did not expect that the wound really stopped spreading. "

"So, this poison is afraid of ice?" Long Yinfeng said.

Feng Qing nodded and said, "It should be said that it is so poisonous and chilly. After seeing this Sui and Shen, I immediately found some cold herbs and boiled them into juice, then put them in the ice kiln, and let the villagers soak the wounds. In the medicinal juice, the villagers could not feel the pain and the wounds were not itching. I smashed the cold herbs on the wounds of the villagers. This method worked, and it has been back for two days. The villagers are not afraid to recover their spirits, and the wounds are healing. "

Situ laughed with zero frowns: "It's great, so that our army will not have any scruples, but can wipe out the gangsters in one fell swoop."

"Clear, the news must be blocked, and they can be beaten by surprise at that time." Long Yinfeng's evil smile, the other two knew the consequences of his smile.

"Relax, I have blocked the news for a long time." The style flicked away the jade fan and smiled with pride.

A small head came out of the door, and Long Yinfeng called: "Xi'er, come in quickly."

Luoxi smiled sweetly and walked in with a plate of dim sum. Situ Ling smiled and said: "Xi'er is really filial, knowing that Grandpa is hard, and bringing some comfort."

"Grandpa eats snacks." Situ Ling took a piece in his hand and said, "Xi'er is so good."

"Uncle Feng eats snacks." Feng Qing took a piece in his hand and said, "Thanks."

When he arrived at Long Yinfeng, he deliberately turned his head and said: "Xi'er is really eccentric, and finally gave his father."

Luoxi smiled diligently and said, "One grandpa and one uncle Feng, the rest is all daddy."

Unable to smile, Long Yinfeng took the plate and said, "It's almost the same."

"Well, this dim sum is good, was it made by the master chef?" Situ Linghan said in his mouth.

The style also said: "Yes, with a little fragrance, and the entrance is polarized, it is really delicious."

Luo Xi raised his head and smiled mysteriously. Long Yinfeng tapped her little head gently and said, "Well, you are a little naughty, and you have sold the crown."

"Mother did it."

As soon as the sound fell, Situ zero choked for a while ‘cough—cough—cough—.

The amorous feeling smiled and said: "No wonder it is so delicious." The hand stretched out to the plate again, and Long Yinfeng glared at him, and he had to withdraw his hand in a daze.

"How about your mother?" Long Yinfeng asked gently.

Luoxi said, "My mother and I have been here for a while, but the father-in-law Zhang, who is at the door, will not let us in. I just came in when he left."

"Grandpa Zhang?" Feng Qing twisted his eyebrows. "Did you not let him go to the Ministry of Military Affairs? Why are you still here?"

"Don't you?" Situ Ling also got nervous, remembering the words of the Dragon Sword that day, who appeared when they discussed things without being easily doubted.

Lifting the corner of his lips, Long Yinfeng said, "Don't worry, I've made people follow him secretly." After that, he had left the room.

Mu Xiyue was standing in the yard, watching a pot of magenta blooming under the evergreen, bending down to help it move its position, the sun shone on the petals, and the dewdrops scattered between the leaves At this time, it became crystal clear, reflecting many bright colors.

"How did you come?"

There was an affectionate voice behind him, looking back to meet his tenderness, Waner smiled and said, "Can't I come? Or did I bother you?"

Taking a deep breath, Long Yinfeng suddenly noticed Mu Xiyue's shadow in the small mountain village before him. Was he wrong? "Xizue, are you ...?" He wanted to ask her if she remembered something, but it caused the running out of Luoxi to disrupt it: "Dad, Daddy, Uncle Feng ate all the snacks from the plate. "

When Long Yinfeng appeared in front of Feng Qing, he was putting the last piece of snack in his mouth, and then looking at the plate, it was really empty.

"Mu Xiyue, the dim sum you made is too beautiful, just look at me and almost swallow the plate." Feng Qing looked at Long Yinfeng's Mu Xiyue holding Luoxi and smiled.

"The prince has won the prize. If you don't dislike it, Mu Xiyue will send it again."

Talking to him like this, Feng Qing felt a bit of bitterness in her heart. Even if she hated herself, she hoped that she would call her brother again, and she would not be the only one in her life, and she wanted to be her loved one. "Then I will wait."

Feng Qing smiled, and there were some things that Mu Xiyue could not understand.

"Master?" Long Yinfeng asked in the dragon chair.

Feng Qingdao said: "You didn't see it, the master went out behind you."

Fang Cai only had Mu Xiyue in his eyes. Then he could see the master, Long Yinfeng lowered his eyes, and Mu Xiyue said: "Are I disturbing you, Xi'er, let's go, don't disturb Uncle Feng and his father to discuss the business."

The amorous feelings waved and said: "It's okay, Mu Xiyue, the master must be guilty."

"Guilty?" Looking at the style with puzzlement, she certainly can't remember what happened when Stuart poisoned her in the small village.

Feng Qing hurriedly changed the subject and said: "Mu Xiyue, I just solved a strange poison. Just when you are here, I have to take a good test of you to see if your medical skills can be regressed?" Obviously his own medical skills are lower than hers In order to change the subject, I never thought I would say such a thing.

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