Flowers bloom on the Moshang for the return of the king

Chapter 241 Habit is a Terrible Thing
She subconsciously looked around the room.

The residual wax on the table is still wet, and the furniture in the room glows with a faint cold light in the morning light.A room is lonely.
Only herself.There was no sign of Lou Qianyue.

She looked at the table again, but there was nothing on the table, not the bowl she had imagined.

The two young apprentices were resting outside, they were very vigilant, when they heard the movement inside the house, they opened the curtain and ran in: "Master, are you awake?" They hurriedly fetched water for her.

Ah Zi called out: "Jin Xuan, did anyone come here last night?"

Jin Xuan shook her head: "No. No one else came after Uncle Bu came last evening."

Ah Zi hummed and told him to back down.

There was a wry smile on the corner of his lips, it seemed that he was dreaming last night, unexpectedly dreaming that Lou Qianyue returned to her side, serving her as before...

The taste of lotus seed soup still seemed to be on her lips, she shook her head.

Sure enough, habit is a terrible thing. Once you get used to something and want to change it, you will feel very uncomfortable. Even in a dream, you will relive it——

The place where Qingwan lives is much lower than Xiaoyao Peak, but the scenery is very unique and quiet.

There are stalks of green bamboos in and out of the courtyard, which are in arrays, and the mountain wind blows, making these bamboos sway and make a humming sound.

AhZi is sitting on top of a green bamboo, her body is half hidden among the bamboo leaves, she is wearing a green dress today, which is very harmonious with the color of the green bamboo, she is holding a bottle of wound medicine in her hand, Looking at the courtyard, he was slightly lost in thought.

On the open space in the courtyard, Lou Qianyue sat on a soft chair with a soft cloud mattress under him. He was lying on it, turning a medicine bottle in his hand, looking at ease.

The medicine bottle was exactly the same as the one in Ah Zi's hand, exactly.

In front of him is a cloud table, on which are various fruits and snacks.It looks very rich.

Qingwan was standing beside him, talking to him with a smile: "Senior Brother Lou, this medicine is an exclusive secret recipe from the famous pharmacist Lianfei. It is very beneficial for healing stick injuries. If you use this again, your injury will be cured." faster."

Lou Qianyue seemed a little careless: "I remember that concubine Lian didn't give this medicine away easily, even if the head of the sect went to ask her for help, she might not be willing to give it away. Where did you get it?"

Qing Wan sighed: "Senior Brother Lou is really well-informed, and I know that this medicine was sent by Uncle Bu. It is said that Concubine Lian once owed him a favor when she came here, and now I just borrow this to repay it. He only got two bottles, he sent one bottle to Uncle Ah Zi, and another bottle here."

Lou Qianyue's eyes flickered slightly, she let out an uh, she didn't speak any more, she lay back and let go of her hands.

"Crack!" With a sound, the vial in his hand fell to the ground, and the liquid medicine flowed all over the floor.

Qingwan yelled "Oops" and hurriedly wanted to pick it up, but the medicine bottle was broken and the medicine liquid had seeped into the soil, how could I pick it up again?
"Senior Brother Lou..." Qing Wan paused regretfully.

"My hand slipped." Lou Qianyue explained lightly, but still didn't care much.

He casually picked up a piece of cake and put it in his mouth: "This cake tastes good, did you make it?"

Qing Wan regained her senses from her regret, and upon hearing his boast, a slight blush crept up her fair cheeks: "Yes, as long as Senior Brother Lou likes it."

Lou Qianyue smiled: "You have a pair of skillful hands."

Qing Wan blushed even more...

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In fact, this book is written in the past and the present, which is a new way of writing. Do you still like the detailed writing in the past life?Or let me just skim over it like an outline?

(End of this chapter)