National color medical concubine

Chapter 223 Coming and not being indecent

In the bamboo house.

Yu Qinglan was leaning on the long couch, her legs were slightly bent, and the yellowed scroll was resting on his lap.Twirling the corner of a page with his fingers, he turned it over.

Pressing her fingertips between her eyebrows, there was the sound of footsteps outside the door. Yu Qinglan looked sideways and saw Bai Ling coming in.

"Master, the uncle on the mountain sent someone to give you a gift."

Yu Qinglan was surprised, casually put down the scroll in her hand, and said gently: "Please come in."

Citron came in with a beautifully carved tray containing a jug of wine.

"Young Master Yu, this is a meeting gift from the Lord as a master uncle." Citron bowed neither humble nor overbearing, and relayed Meng Zhimiao's words tactfully. "This wine is a fine wine in the palace. It comes from the hands of the national teacher. The master doesn't know what the young master likes. If the young master likes it, he will send the remaining jar."

As he said, he stood aside and waited for Yu Qinglan to taste it.

Yu Qinglan was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered her calm and peaceful expression, and glanced at Bai Ling lightly.

Bai Ling understood, and immediately presented the wine to Yu Qinglan.

Yu Qinglan took a sniff, and the mellow and sweet aroma of the wine hit her nostrils.The faint smile on the corner of his mouth revealed a bit of deep meaning.

Citron watched his reaction, feeling a sense of tension in his heart that was seen through.Next, another pine.Then I saw Yu Qinglan, drinking from the flagon with an elegant posture, indescribably wanton and free and easy.

In a moment, a pot of wine was drunk.

"Good wine."

Yu Qinglan commented.

Citron was stunned for a moment, looking at his clear eyes, filled with waves of autumn water, which made one almost drown in it.Suddenly came back to his senses, and hurriedly resigned.

Yu Qinglan shook his head, raised his hand, and shot at Citron.

Citron turned around in an instant, and caught a small brocade box the size of a palm.He heard his clear voice, "It's not rude to come and go, this is a small gift from the younger generation to the uncle."

With awe in his heart, Citron thanked him and went up the mountain quickly.

Not daring to stay, he immediately presented the things to Meng Zhimiao. "My lord, Young Master Yu drank the seven-day drunk in front of my servant, but it didn't have any effect. Instead, I asked my servant to give you something."

Meng Zhimiao raised his eyebrows and opened the brocade box.

Inside lay a jade seal.

Yuyin lay on the palm of his hand, the tentacles were warm and moist, but there was a trace of coldness.

Like the way he makes people feel.

Meng Zhimiao raised his eyes, his eyes passed through the heavy veils, and fixed on the little milk baby on the wooden post.

"Let her in." Meng Zhimiao played with the jade seal and sat upright on the stone bench.

Chang Le stood on the pile for half an hour. She was still young, and Yu Qinglan asked her to practice basic skills on weekdays. She had never practiced standing on the pile before, and her legs were already weak.She didn't let anyone help her, and walked in slowly.

Citron poured a glass of wine.

Chang Le knelt on the ground and handed it to Meng Zhimiao. After she drank the wine, the apprenticeship ceremony was completed.

Meng Zhimiao took a jade seal from Yu Qinglan, carved Chang Le's name on it with his fingers, and asked Citron to put a red string on it for Chang Le to wear.

evening.

Twilight fell.

Yu Qinglan came to pick up Chang Le, staring at the jade plaque around her neck, slightly lost in thought.

"Martial nephew, do you mind if I give this jade seal to your little junior sister?" Meng Zhimiao's voice was cool, with a hint of evil taste.

The words "Little Junior Sister" made Yu Qinglan frowned.The next moment, he couldn't help chuckling: "This is Chang Le's natal jade. I was worried that my uncle would give me another jade token. I was too worried."

Meng Zhimiao's face suddenly changed.

　Dear friends, I will update this point today. Yan'er is not done yet. Looking at your messages, Yan'er feels guilty and squeezes out a little.tears run~
　　
　
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