"Brother Mu." A soft call like an oriole emerging from the valley disturbed the silence of the room.
Chang Mu slowly raised his head from the medical book and was stunned for a moment. His father had already made it clear to his junior brothers that if anyone dared to disturb him from studying the medical book, he must teach him how to live and not die. Therefore, he
No one dared to disturb me when I was studying, but this time someone actually risked the disdain of the world...
Murong Xian'er was secretly happy when she saw Chang Mu's dazed look. She quickly grabbed Chang Mu's sleeve and gave a charming smile while the iron was hot, "Brother Mu?"
Chang Mu blinked and stared blankly at the girl in front of him for a long time. He finally remembered that he was not in Taixi Mountain, but a guest in the Immortal Valley. The girl in front of him who was about to cling to him was Murong Laogu in the Immortal Valley.
Murong Xianer, the direct granddaughter of the Lord.
This Murong Xian'er has goose eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, a pretty nose and thin lips. Today she is wearing a light green flowered dress, covered with a layer of moon-white gauze. The wide hem of the dress is embroidered with violet patterns, and three thousand blue silk threads are rolled up and combed into a flying cloud.
She is wearing a bun with a jasper hairpin containing snow inserted diagonally in the bun, and a small clear water green gem hanging in front of her forehead, which makes her already delicate and charming face even more charming and passionate. Well, it is indeed... she lives up to her name.
, as beautiful as a fairy, it can make the male immortals in the sky move their mortal hearts, and the monks on the earth have secular thoughts.
However, Chang Mu was a dull idiot, so naturally he looked at all women in the world as the same, they were all red and pink skeletons that would turn into white bones.
Therefore, he slowly lowered his eyes, stood up, bowed his arms, and said seriously: "Miss Murong, men and women are not allowed to be intimate, I hope Miss Murong respects herself." After that, he took a step back, his broad sleeves showing no signs of expression.
The ground slipped out of Murong Xian'er's hand, neither hurting Murong Xian'er's face nor losing her etiquette.
"Yesterday, Brother Mu promised Xian'er that he would fly kites with Xian'er..." Murong Xian'er pursed her lips and said aggrievedly. The beauty's tearful look was like a green leaf with beads hanging down, which was even more endearing.
Chang Mu frowned slightly, lowered his eyes and said, "Miss Murong, I ask myself that I don't suffer from dementia or amnesia. How come I don't remember having an appointment with the lady?"
"You..." Murong Xian'er stamped her feet anxiously and pulled out a piece of plain handkerchief from her sleeve, "Look, you didn't let someone secretly hand this over to Hong Yu?"
Yesterday at dusk, her personal maid Hongyu came back with this handkerchief, saying that someone had given it to her in private. Although it was a taboo to give or receive privately in a boudoir, etiquette could not withstand curiosity.
She scolded Hongyu calmly and quietly accepted the veil.
There is a piece of green bamboo embroidered on the corner of the Supa, and there is a line of elegant small regular script on it. The meaning is nothing more than seeing the beautiful woman excited, hoping to fly the kite with the beautiful woman to enhance the relationship.
Chang Mu took the handkerchief with doubts, and after looking at it carefully, he said calmly: "Miss Murong, although this writing is sixty-seven times similar to me, it is not written by me."
Murong Xianer was startled, "You..." That's not him? But apart from him, there were no foreign male guests in the house!
"I have been a guest in my house for five days. I have always remembered my father's teachings and did not dare to go beyond the etiquette. How could I do such an ignorant thing? I hope Miss Murong will learn from it." After saying this, Chang Mu bowed his head and bowed respectfully.
He respectfully handed the veil back to the maid Hong Yu who was following Murong Xianer.
