302. You are so considerate that I am troubled

"Since you don't remember anything, why should you say it's... the sister's trick?"

Mu Jianping talked for a long time and found that the most critical process was in a coma. Despite this, this is the most complete description of the incident that Qi Mingluan can get at present.

Because if my mother and the others were determined not to let themselves know what happened last night, then Qiao Xiao and Xiao couldn't find out anything in Qi's mansion.

"I heard from my elder brother and second brother that the young lady of the Qi family was scolded. It would never be the fourth sister. But I remember the last figure I saw really looks like the fourth sister."

Mu Jianping touched the back of his head casually. He also tried very hard to recall something, but even if there was a memory lost, he could only rely on his elder brother and second brother to tell him about other things. How many things are there?

He could only listen if he was concealed or made up. Fortunately, he didn't do anything ridiculous in Qi's mansion in a confused manner.

"Little Junior Sister? Little Junior Sister..." Mo Lan's entangled heart was twisted into a mess. What was his little lady whispering to Mu Jianping?

"Mr. Mo hasn't come to the house for many days, and the master is always thinking about it." Da Qiao's duty is to stand beside Mo Lan and watch him, "I sent someone to the shop several times, but I couldn't meet Mr. Mo.

, I disturbed the young master. This is also because my master is particularly concerned about his wife."

"Da Qiao..." Mo Lan tilted her head and leaned close to Da Qiao's ear. The close ones were almost touching, "Your lady really recognized Bei Hou as her adoptive father, right? That Mu Jianping should be

He is the younger sister's brother?"

"Uh...yes, it's true. My lady is now Princess Fengluan, and the emperor's golden mouth and jade words are naturally true." Da Qiao smiled helplessly, and was like Mo Lan looked even more beautiful than a woman like this.

It's really a strange feeling that the demonic man is so close to him.

"That's good, that's good..." Mo Lan let out a long sigh, covered her right chest and patted her lightly. The heart of Pingling Pong finally returned to its original position for the time being. "Since she has the title of brother and sister, then I

I won’t worry, the younger sister is so keen that she won’t fall in love with that marquis. She looks average and has a bad mind. She is not the prince or the second wife, tsk tsk."

Da Qiao pretended not to hear that Mr. Mo had already understood Mr. Mu's origin so clearly. As long as the matter involved in the little master, Mr. Mo would definitely care about it 200%.

The fifth prince in the palace is wrong. Now he is the crown prince. Mr. Mo still doesn't take it seriously. A banished immortal prince and the apprentice of a genius doctor have already been placed on his head like a halo that never fades.

"By the way, you don't ask me? Even if you don't ask me, your master probably won't take it seriously." After tangled up, Mo Lan had more things to worry about.

"What are you asking?" Da Qiao's innocent eyes were as clear as water, and his eyes were slightly round, which made Mo Lan panic.

"Ask me! Me!" Mo Lan was almost angry with Da Qiao and relapsed.

When did this kid look so slightly like his little lady? When they are together day and night, people will look more and more like each other, but this really makes Mo Lan jealous

Very, he still remembers what the little lady said, Da Qiao is her number one appearance.

"Uh? Oh." Oh, Da Qiao really had the intention to test Mo Lan's tolerance.

Just when Mo Lan was about to explode, Qi Mingluan came back, and Mo Lan quickly changed into the most flattering smile to greet his little lady.

"Let's go and take my mother's pulse." Qi Mingluan didn't say much, and didn't give a wink.

"Junior sister..." Mo Lan was speechless. Who said that a small separation is better than a newlywed? The younger sister was not like this when she prescribed a prescription for him and saw that the injury was not like this. Alas, it seems that there is always only one sentence for his little lady to be in peace.

It is accurate.

"Aunt Qiu Shui." Qi Mingluan smiled and met Qiu Shui who came to invite someone. "Is it already there for my mother? Is my father still there?"

"It's already done when I say it to Miss Qi. The master insisted that the wife lay down and rest, saying that after Mr. Mo saw his pulse, he would prescribe more medicinal recipes for his wife to nourish her body." Qiu Shui bowed to Mo Lan.

Then he greeted Mu Jian on the other side of the road and took Qi Mingluan and the others to lead the way.

"Aunt, I'm so hungry... Is there a lot of porridge?" Qi Mingluan was also very close to Qiushui, sometimes like Qiushui had a headache.

"Porridge? What kind of porridge?" Qiu Shui was stunned when asked, "Did you mean the porridge that my wife drank before? I didn't make that porridge, I wonder if there are too many. Xiao Qiao, did you make it?

?Go and cook another portion for Miss Seven.”

"Hmm? This...oh..." Xiao Qiao was originally holding Qi Mingluan away. After hearing Qiu's question, he took it very reluctantly and subconsciously looked at the direction of Da Qiao.

Qi Mingluan followed Xiao Qiao's gaze. It was more like looking at Da Qiao than saying that Xiao Qiao was looking at Da Qiao, that is, looking at Mo Lan.

"No hurry, if you are hungry, you will be full. It's still important for your mother to have enough health. You can get lunch after you rest, right?" I recalled the smell of the medicine porridge now.

The combination of several medicinal herbs added into it is not something that Da Qiao or Xiao Qiao, or even any servant in Qi's mansion can make.

The only explanation is that the porridge was cooked by Mo Lan, and then Xiao Qiao brought it to Da Qiao. Da Qiao brought it to his father. How long has this brat been here? The effort it takes to make porridge.

, longer than boiling medicine.

Soon, the group returned to Xu's main courtyard. Qi Mingluan couldn't help but look at the direction of the courtyard. Whether it was Qi Minglan or Qi Mingyue, the door was closed tightly.

"Mr. Mo! I finally look forward to you. My wife seems to be a little uncomfortable today. It is my fault that she was too tired last night. I asked Mr. Mo to come and have a look." Qi Houru came out of the inner room directly

After greeting Mo Lan, he was about to lead him inside. Qiu Shui couldn't stop him, so he had to follow him in immediately.

"This dad, is there a limit, okay?" Qi Mingluan was supported by Xiao Qiao, and her eyes were almost falling out. What did his dad regard Mo Lan as a savior? He didn't remember that his little daughter was also a medical skill.

!What else do you say to make your mother overworked? Don’t you think it sounds very ambiguous!

"Master?" No one else was around. Xiao Qiao called Qi Mingluan tremblingly and said, "Master is still hungry? That... there is still a portion of warmth in the kitchen... Mr. Mo specially made it for you...

”

"Ahem. So, it's really made by Mr. Mo? Xiao Qiao, let you go to entertain guests, you have been entertained in the kitchen. What's the rule?" Da Qiao walked up, but he did not follow Mo Lan.

After all, it was the mistress's courtyard and inner room, which was a place they must not approach easily. Of course, like the master, it was a different matter to drag Mr. Mo into it without any hindrance.

Madam, I have zero thinking ability. Even if Mr. Mo looks like a woman, she is actually a man, right?

"No, I didn't go to the kitchen. It was when Mr. Mo came and put it in a food box and asked me to send it to the kitchen for hotter." Xiao Qiao's temperament was really a way to get anything out.

"Tsk, it's best not to let me know that the brat is pretending, otherwise I will let him lie back!" Qi Mingluan looked at Xiao Qiao with a little sympathy. She clearly believed in Da Qiao's appearance, and she was very confident.

Why is there such a big gap on the plane? Will you be scared and deceived by someone in the future? It will be easy to shake off all the secrets of her master?

The second half of the sentence was like gritting teeth. Xiao Qiao, who was closest to him, directly felt the black-bellied aura coming from his master. Although she didn't understand what the master said, what he meant was to pretend. How could he make porridge when pretending? This would not be

I got the resentment of the little master.

Da Qiao is much clearer than Xiao Qiao. The little master refers to Mo Lan, it is best not to pretend to be injured, but to be unable to move when he is lying down, so Da Qiao has never taken the initiative to ask Mr. Mo, pretending not to know that it is actually him helping.

Mr. Mo, it’s only a day to hide it.

Moreover, the little master didn't ask, anyone with a discerning eye could understand that it was impossible to recover from bed overnight and be alive. At first, it was true that he was injured like His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, but then he recovered.

It must be much faster than the one who came down from the Prince's Palace, unless Mr. Mo was preparing to tell the reason to tell the little master, he would say that it was because the little master went to see him, and he would be able to get better. If he had visited him a month earlier, he would have one earlier.

The moon can reach heaven and earth.

"Take the porridge and I will eat something there." Qi Mingluan pointed to a small pavilion in the Xu courtyard, and then moved over.

Xiao Qiao responded and went to the kitchen. Da Qiao first arrived under the pavilion, shook her sleeves on the stone bench, then took out a slightly thick cotton handkerchief from her arms and opened it on the stone bench.

superior.

"The dew is heavy in the morning, the master is small, and the stone bench is cool." Da Qiao said in a normal tone, and everything he did for the little master was what he was born to do.

"Da Qiao, you are so considerate, that makes me bother." The handkerchief was still pink, Qi Mingluan remembered it clearly. It was the first time she had needles and threads in her two lives. As a result, she left a piece on the handkerchief.

After the failed product of not like flowers and leaves, my mother gave up on her female worker requirements.

Moreover, this handkerchief seemed to be handled by Xiao Qiao or Da Qiao. Unexpectedly, it was kept by Da Qiao for several years. This is always reminding myself that this master is so incompetent.

What is the embroidery needle? It’s also a skill to be able to pierce the golden needle. Anyway, I don’t have many other princesses. There are so many gold ingots. There are no need to embroider things by myself. It’s enough to have Xiao Qiao, maybe... maybe

Da Qiao is good at embroidery.

"Mr. Mo's porridge is so delicious. You can smell it so far away. Mr. Mo said good, looks good, has good medical skills, and has such good cooking skills. Your considerate to you is even better.

I wonder if you are troubled by your master.”
Chapter completed!