Marry a queen

Murong Jing stared at his sleeping brother, lost in thought...

"Hey! That bad boy is not dead yet. With your expression, I thought he was dead." An old voice appeared.At this time, an old man with white hair and childlike appearance appeared kindly, wearing a simple and plain short shirt and trousers, with a wine gourd hanging on his waist, and a basket on his back containing many herbs.

It seemed that he had just returned from gathering herbs and met Murong Jing's mournful expression.

Murong Jing got up in a little embarrassment and greeted him with a respectful manner, "Senior Yao, you are back."

"Hmm." The old man hummed lightly.Glancing at Sima Luo again, he shook his head and sighed, "It's really hard to be an older brother for you." Speaking of which, the tone seemed to be doing Murong Jing a disservice. [

This old man is exactly the master that Sima Luo said, known as the old man Yao, his real name is unknown, and he is not well known in the world. .The more powerful people are, the lower-key they are. This is not false at all.Those who boast about themselves all the time, even if they have some expertise, it is because the brain is still in the infant stage of development somewhere.

When Murong Jing didn't meet the real person, he would think that he was someone who was difficult to get along with or had a weird temper.When he really saw people, he was very surprised. The old man in front of him looked ordinary and ordinary, and after getting along with him, he knew that his life was ordinary and low-key. Even if he walked on the street, not many people would pay attention.Who would have known that he was an expert in poison and medicine?

"Old man, will Ah Luo wake up?" He would ask the old man every time he saw him.

"I can't die if I don't wake up. Go and do what you should be busy with at ease. Didn't you see that his face is rosy, and the longer he grows, the more handsome he is?" The old man Yao still shook his head helplessly, put down the medicine basket, and entered the room, as if It's blinding eyes.

Murong Jing listened to the old man Yao's words, and carefully looked at Sima Luo's cheeks, a gleam of joy gradually appeared in his eyes.

He looked at it every day, and it was not easy to see it. Today, the old man Jingyao mentioned it, but there is really such a thing.

It's just that although there is joy in my heart, it is not great.