National color medical concubine

Chapter 222 Uncle Yu Was Suspected

apprentice?

Yu Qinglan looked at Chang Le in surprise, her lips were pursed into a line, and she frowned slightly, she already understood a little bit in her heart.

Yesterday, Chang Le entered the cave.

As for what happened, he couldn't make a judgment, but Meng Zhimiao must have accepted her as his apprentice because of Chang Le's affection.

Yu Qinglan put down the eight formations, her warm and peaceful eyes fell on Chang Le's face, and there was a sweet smile on her pink face, as if she had eaten honey, "Uncle Yu didn't teach well?"

I thought she was just talking yesterday.

Chang Le tilted her head, and said in a childish voice: "My sister is very powerful."

Yu Qinglan smiled and rubbed her little head, "Do you know what is powerful?"

"Aunt Lanyang said that you are good if you marry a wife, but Uncle Yu doesn't have a wife. It must be because others dislike you for not being good, so they don't want to marry you." Chang Le counted carefully with her little fingers, "Uncle Yu I have known my mother for 15 years, but I have never married my mother back home. My father and king just met my mother and married him back home after a year. My parents must be better than you. Yesterday, my sister ate me If you don’t want to accept me as an apprentice, I said that my mother prepared it for you to marry a wife, so my sister agreed to accept me as an apprentice.”

Chang Le stood on tiptoe, touched Yu Qinglan's head, and said with a sigh: "Uncle Yu is so good-looking that everyone despises him. Aunt Lanyang must have said that he is not capable enough. When Chang Le learns his skills, I'll grab a wife for you, it's so pitiful to be old and alone."

Yu Qinglan's hand was wrapped in a soft ball, and she stared down at the hand holding his finger, her eyes were soft, and she smiled slightly, "Uncle Yu married a wife, he will have his own children, he won't be like this now." I love Chang Le as much as I do. There is nothing wrong with Uncle Yu being like this now, when you grow up in the future, you can honor your parents as much as you honor me."

"I don't have Uncle Yu who loves me, and there are many uncles and aunts who love me. But Chang Le wants someone to love Uncle Yu." Chang Le is an apprentice, but he has a heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

Yu Qinglan paused for a moment, staring at her smiling eyebrows and crooked eyes, which were crystal clear like starlight.Caressing her eyebrows with his fingertips, he suddenly remembered the little girl who was by his side back then.

Gradually, her deep eyes turned slightly, her fingertips slipped down, and she took her hand, "If you don't go up the mountain again, your master will accept you as a disciple."

Chang Le clenched his fingers tightly, and two figures, one big and one small, climbed to the top of the mountain stepping on the tiny light spots sprinkled on the ground through the mottled branches and leaves.

Yu Qinglan took out a soft and white handkerchief and wiped off the fine sweat on her forehead.

Chang Le raised her head and smiled sweetly at him, and was about to speak when she suddenly saw a white shadow, let go of Yu Qinglan's hand, and ran over.

With short legs, she ran towards the octagonal gazebo in the middle of the mountain.

There was a cool breeze, and the hanging veils fluttered with the wind. Meng Zhimiao leaned on the railing with his head propped on his hands, his delicate eyebrows and eyes were sparse, and his fair face was glowing jade-colored under the diffuse sunlight.His eyes were lightly closed, a volume of books was folded backwards on his chest, and his fingers tapped rhythmically to the sound of the zither.

There are a few peach blossoms planted outside the pavilion, drifting with the breeze on her white gauze skirt, quiet and beautiful like an ink painting.

"Master, master..."

Chang Le's voice broke the quiet mountain top and frightened the birds.

Meng Zhimiao slowly opened his eyelashes, his brown pupils were crystal clear, his eyes were cold and peaceful.Staring at the little milk boy standing beside her, there was no change in expression on his cold face, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.

"What did you learn?"

Meng Zhimiao was obsessed with the scroll, put it aside casually, and stood up gracefully, with the hem of the elegant skirt winding down.Looking calmly at Yu Qinglan standing outside the pavilion, his elegant face was a little warm under the sun, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes looking at the little girl were extremely soft, and he did not see the coldness and ruthlessness of yesterday.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, this nephew is quite interesting.

"Practiced the basic skills." Chang Le saluted in a dignified way.

Meng Zhimiao winked at the maidservant at the side.

The maid was carrying Chang Le, and with a glance, she put the man on the stake.

Chang Le's face turned pale.

No matter how clever she is, she is only a little girl over three years old.On weekdays, he practiced the basic functions and endured hardships, but he did not stand on such a high wooden stake.If she falls, her life will be over!

Yu Qinglan's complexion changed, and he rushed towards Chang Le, intending to hug him down.

Meng Zhimiao's cold voice was languid and slightly hoarse, without any ups and downs, "If you can't survive an hour on the stake, you all go down the mountain."

Chang Le's tiny legs trembled slightly, she was terrified, and wanted to throw herself into Yu Qinglan's arms for comfort.But Meng Zhimiao's words were like a basin of cold water pouring down from the top of his head, his eyes were red, his mouth was pouted in aggrieved way, and he cried, "Uncle Yu, don't hug me... hiccup..."

When Chang Le got nervous, he hiccupped, raised his sleeve to touch his eyes, and stammered, "Uncle Yu, my Ah Fu hasn't been fed yet, so you feed it meat."

Meng Zhimiao frowned, feeling noisy, "Qing Dai, the idlers will be driven out."

Yu Qinglan frowned, her expression was still elegant, she glanced at her and said nothing.Looking sideways at Chang Le, he only asked, "Do you want to stay?"

Chang Le nodded.

Yu Qinglan was very straightforward, bowed his hands and said: "Please trouble Master to take care of Chang Le." He raised his eyes and met her half-smiling gaze, he seemed to be unaware of it, but he was generous and smiled at her frankly .

He was originally pure and beautiful, with gentle and handsome eyebrows. With this smile, his face stretched out, like a snow lotus blooming on the top of a mountain, extremely cold and luxurious.

Meng Zhimiao was taken aback for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he saw the back of him leaving calmly.

Meng Zhimiao's face suddenly sank, and he snorted coldly, but he was being obedient, showing weakness to her?I hope she will stop worrying about what happened yesterday and take her anger out on Xiaowazi?
With a sneer, how could she hold grudges like him?
If it's about caressing, it should be where he got angry, where he should seek justice, so as not to attack a little milk baby!

The disciple she wants has the best talent and the best endurance.Both are one, if not, she would rather not accept disciples.

Back then, she also came here in the same way.

Pay twice as much sweat as ordinary people, and the harvest is equally impressive.

Thinking of this, Meng Zhimiao felt that that always gentle and clean face became even more hateful.

Citron came with a jug of wine curling up, knelt on the ground, and offered the wine with both hands, "Master, this wine is given by the national teacher, drunk for seven days."

Meng Zhimiao's beautiful and slender fingers were attached to the jade pot, and he only smelled the clear and mellow aroma of the wine, squinting his eyes slightly, as if thinking of something, put it on the tray, "Send it to my nephew."

Citron and Qingdai looked at Meng Zhimiao in surprise.

"Tell him that the elders can't refuse the gift." Meng Zhimiao seemed to find a little bit of fun, curling the corner of his mouth, "Be sure to watch him drink up this pot of wine."

Little boy?
He is good enough.

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