"Okay, I'll go find it immediately." Nan Yan walked towards the door quickly, but was called by Yan Xun'er. "If you want to have unopened, only unopened daughter Hong can lead the Gu out."

"Unopened!" Nan Yan was in trouble. "Hong Hong, a hundred-year-old daughter, is hard to find. She still has to be unopened. Where can I find it?"

Yan Xun'er fiddled with orchids and said, "Remember, you have to find it before midnight, otherwise..." As the words paused, an orchid petal fell down her fingers to the dressing table.

Mu Lin, who had been sitting on the edge of the couch, stood up and said, "I'll go find it!"

"Brother Mu, where are you going to find the unkaifeng?" Nan Yan grabbed Mu Lin who was heading towards the door.

Mu Lin looked at Nan Yan without any blood, "Yan'er, take good care of Shu'er, I'll be back soon." After that, he pushed Nan Yan's hand away from the door.

Mu Xishu's house is pretty good. There is a piece of green bamboo outside the house, which leaves spring all year round. Whenever the wind passes, the sound of bamboo is rustling and swaying.

In such a scene, although the mood is elegant, it is lonely and cold.

"Actually, you can remove the Gu without a hundred-year-old daughter Hong, right?" Nan Yan stood behind her. "I have removed the Gu for hundreds of Gu, but I have never heard of a Gu that requires daughter Hong to remove it."

"You haven't heard of this bone-eroding Gu." Yan Xun'er didn't look back, but just looked at a pot of bonsai covered with dead leaves in the garden.

Nan Yan snorted coldly and looked at Yan Xun'er suspiciously, "Actually, Sister Jingshu went to see you before, right? Did she ask you for a gu?"

Yan Xun'er turned around and glanced at the person behind her, with her lips raised lightly, "Why don't you care more about Mu Lin than Mu Xishu?"

Previously, she heard Nan Yan mention the person she liked, but she did not understand that this time she came to Mu Mansion as if she could see.

Although people will put on the disguise of what they do in front of the person they like, they are all given to the person they are loved. As a bystander, her eyes are as clear as a mirror and she can see clearly.

Nan Yan stared at Yan Xun'er in shock, not knowing whether she was surprised how she knew or was surprised by her straightforward questions. A cool smile appeared on the corner of her lips, looking at the Youyou Zhulin, but she didn't avoid it, and said straight: "But Brother Mu likes Sister Jingshu."

Yan Xun'er was not surprised, but just listened quietly to the people beside her to continue narration.

"The three of us grew up together, and Sister Shishu is older than me, so no matter what I do, Brother Mu is as tolerant to me as a sister, but he is different to Sister Shishu. He will blame her for running out of the door, blame her for quarreling with me, and blame her for not eating fruits and vegetables..." Nan Yan chuckled and looked at Yan Xun'er, "You don't know that I was so stupid at that time, and I felt very lucky."

Yan Xun'er glanced at the person who was smiling bitterly beside her and listened to the follow-up.

"It was not until one day when I held the honey cake I bought for me to find Brother Mu that I realized that the so-called luck was only a matter of my thoughts." Nan Yan turned around and leaned against the window, with deep but calm eyes, looking at the person on the couch, "That day, I brought the honey cake to the Mu family. Brother Mu learned swords in this courtyard as usual. I wanted to give him a surprise, but he suddenly stopped. I thought he had discovered me, but he didn't expect that he was the other figure in the bamboo garden."

Nan Yan suddenly stopped and walked towards the person on the couch. Yan Xun'er thought the story had ended, but the person who had stopped was the one who had stopped, and then said, "I think I, a sober person, are more likely to notice than Sister Xishu who was asleep, right? But what he found was not me. I watched him pick up Sister Xishu who was sleeping, looked at the secret feelings in his eyes, and watched him kiss her in a clear and shallow kiss... At that time, I didn't know that Sister Xishu and Brother Mu were not brothers and sisters, so I told Aunt Mu about this."

Nan Yan sat down on the edge of the couch and held Mu Xishu's skinny hand, "And when I finally accepted this fact and came to the Mu family again, Sister Weishu became like this..."

The story seems to be full, and the uncondensed water vapor rises in Nan Yan's eyes, which seems to be regretful, hateful, and pity. However, only she knows that kind of emotion covers the most, and she is just a famous listener. And as a dedicated listener, she will also follow the listener silently to the end. After all the story is told, she will be able to stop.

No questions or words are the respect she left to her.

The wind blew outside the window, and the rustling sound of bamboo came into the house, with all the desolation.

When Yan Xun'er looked at the door, the people outside the door also looked at her. The cold face still had no extra expression, no word or word, but the pair of unrest eyes seemed to accommodate her life.

She also smiled slightly.

When Mu Lin entered the courtyard with a jar of daughter Hong, it was almost the hour of You. In the originally elegant bamboo garden, there was a spectator surrounded by a shop, and the leader was Mu Lin's mother.

Mrs. Mu, with the majesty of the hostess, asked: "Are you the doctor who Lin'er invited to treat Shu'er?"

doctor?

Yan Xun'er looked up slightly and looked at Mrs. Mu in gorgeous clothes. She had heard many people call her, such as a girl and the poster. No matter how bad she is, she is still a beauty, but no one has ever called her doctor. This title sounds novel.

The moment Yan Xun'er looked up, a stunning flashed in the woman's eyes, and then the maid standing beside her stepped forward and said a few words in her ear, Mrs. Mu's expression turned from shock to cold, "Are you Yan Xun'er?"

Yan Xun'er looked at the woman slightly, and did not nod or shake her head.

"It's a bit pretty." Cang Mu's eyes looked Yan Xun'er from head to toe, and a cold snorted out of his throat, "But, Fengchen is Fengchen, and he will never be able to reach the elegance."

Yan Xun'er raised her eyebrows, and a layer of cold color was covered with a kind face. She stared at the arrogant person, "If the lady is so elegant, it would be okay if she doesn't come."

The woman might not have expected Yan Xun'er to refute her with such courage. She was a little scared for a moment. After a while, she 'hum' and stared at Yan Xun'er with a high brow, "Then I want to see what you have. If Shu'er can't be cured, you are afraid that there will be no entry or exit in the Mu Mansion."

What a person has in and out!

Yan Xun'er's lips raised slightly as if she was smiling, but her black eyes were like the moonlight on the autumn festival, exuding a cold and cold look. She looked at the arrogant person and said slowly: "What if I cured Miss Mu?"

"If cured, it will naturally not make things difficult for you." The woman stroked her sleeves, looked up at Yan Xun's lips with an unknown arc when she was young, but her eyes narrowed tightly and frozen on Su Zhi who handed a cup of hot tea to Yan Xun'er.

Yan Xun'er naturally embraced the woman's expression and felt a little confused. So when the woman said that, she just smiled slightly, but heard the woman say, "Don't blame me for not reminding you that Shu'er's illness is not a difficult and complicated disease, and even Dr. Li is helpless."

After saying that, the woman's eyes had been withdrawn from Su Zhi, but the shock in her eyes was seen by Yan Xun'er.

But she didn't know Dr. Li, who the woman mentioned, but she heard Dong'er mentioned it.

Doctor Li’s real name is Li Chengru. His ancestors all worked as doctors. He himself has the name of rejuvenation. But her memory of him is not this medicine, but his tolerance for being in a patient's mind.

I heard from Dong'er that this Li Daofu not only has a good reputation for his medical skills, but also has a pure and clean face when facing these beautiful and charming girls in the building. However, the pure and clean face that Dong'er mentioned is not Li Chengru's person, but his character. When facing a beautiful and charming woman like a flower, he has never had a transcendent move except a doctor.

Someone said: Those who are upright will not be confused when they sit in their arms. Therefore, she also left some impression of this person.

Seeing that Yan Xun'er hadn't spoken for a long time, the woman thought she was afraid, so she proudly raised her lips, "If you still have the ability to know yourself, leave Mu's mansion immediately."

"Leave?" Yan Xun'er raised her head and stared at the arrogant woman, and was interrupted by the person who came before she could speak.

"She can't leave!" Mu Lin appeared behind the woman in a can full of mud.

When the woman saw Mu Lin appearing, Pingchuan's forehead wrinkled like winter persimmons after frost. She looked at Mu Lin, who was covered in mud, from head to toe, "Lin'er? Why do you look like this?"

Mu Lin seemed to have not heard the woman’s question, and said seriously, “Mom, Miss Yan Xun’er cannot leave.”

"I'll talk about her later. What's going on with your muddy body? You're holding a dirty jar in your hand, put it down quickly." As he said that, the woman said angrily to the maid beside her, "What are you doing while standing there? Why don't you take away the dirty things in the young master's hand?"

"Don't touch!" Mu Lin avoided the maid's hand.

"Lin'er!" The woman was a little angry, but Mu Lin said, "This is the only thing that can save Shu'er, no one can touch it!"

The woman was stunned, and some unknown expression flashed in her eyes, but she returned to normal in an instant, but her eyes did not move away from the things in Mu Lin's arms. "Are you saying that the things in your hands can save Shu'er?" Mu Lin nodded and looked at Yan Xun'er who was stunned while playing with the teacup. "Miss Yan Xun'er, I've found what you want, please save Shu'er."

"Young master's movements are fast, and I'll find something now." Yan Xun'er frowned at the tea stem floating on the tea water. She was about to put down the tea cup, but was snatched by a hand with distinct joints. Then she heard a crisp sound of shattering.

The dead leaves, which were originally without any impurities, were lying on the ground with a few snow-white porcelain pieces.

When Su Zhixing handed his teacup to Yan Xun's childhood, he saw that Yan Xun'er staring at him blankly and did not take it, so he pushed the teacup closer and said, "Clean."

Yan Xun'er looked at the teacup handed to her hand, and then looked at the person who handed the teacup. Her eyes, which were originally regretful, gradually turned into helplessness, but her lips were not yet spoken a word and were interrupted by a sharp voice.

"Miss' favorite Jinhe Hanyu Cup!"

I don’t know where the sound came from, but as soon as this was said, the already lively courtyard suddenly became boiling.
Chapter completed!