Be Modest, My Master of Imperial Guards

After two more steps, Leng Qingtang was suddenly attracted by the things placed on the table of the Eight Immortals.

The devices placed on the small square table are a wax gourd-shaped teapot and four matching tea bowls. The colors (colors) are all plain blue and white porcelain on a white background. There are two plates of dessert next to it. One plate is just the sweet-scented osmanthus dumpling that Gu Yunjin choked on just now, and the other is fried hawthorn with red and white sugar.

Leng Qingtang's eyes showed a moment of stagnation. As if thinking of something, the expression on Jun's face looked deep and complicated.

Slowly stretched out his hand, pinched a hawthorn and placed it in front of him.

The red and round hawthorns are wrapped in white icing, and the two (colors) contrast sharply with each other. It is like the red lanterns hanging high outside the doors of every house in the Spring Festival and the goose feathers and white snow. Black eyes.

Memories linger in my heart, all occupied by that figure.

He clearly remembered that he was just over eight years old the year he met the owner of the figure in the palace, and was severely punished by the father-in-law because of a mistake while serving in the imperial court. Afterwards, he met her under the rainy laurel tree, and she held a plate full of sugar-fried hawthorn in front of his eyes, with her smiling face.

At that time, the red fruit was covered with snow-white icing, (color) and luster (yan yan) beautiful and attractive, just like the one between my fingers now.

In a blink of an eye, nineteen years have passed, and he has already climbed to the highest position of the secretary of rituals. Except for the current emperor, no one dares to punish him easily

Uncontrollably opening his mouth, Leng Qingtang put the hawthorn fruit in his hand into his mouth.

When the hoarfrost condensed with rock sugar meets the heat in the mouth, when it melts in an instant, it will give off a shining coolness. The whole hawthorn has been pitted and fried before being dipped in sugar. After the teeth are bitten down, it is crispy and crumbly. It is full of sweet and sour taste, which is exactly the taste of years ago.

After eating one, Leng Qingtang couldn't help but pinch the second one from the plate.

There was movement over the bed, and Gu Yunxi woke up and slowly stood up.

She first saw the tall and majestic Leng Qingtang.

"Supervisor..."

She yelled aloud, watching him standing on the edge of the table with a candy-fried hawthorn in his hand, and hurriedly said to him:

"The Xueguo has been left for two days and it's not very fresh. If you like it, please let me make some fresh ones for you."

"You did it?" Leng Qingtang looked at her with a surprised expression.

"Yeah." Gu Yunxi nodded slowly, looking ashamed:

"Yun Xi's talent is dull, he can't compare with sisters, he can only do small things to pass the time. This Xueguo, did not do well..."

"I just tasted it, it tastes pretty good..."

Leng Qingtang smiled admiringly, put the hawthorn in his hand back into the saucer, and removed the icing sugar on his fingertips: "When you get better, you must remember to make some more for me."

Hearing his compliment, the crampedness of Gu Yunxi's face was gradually replaced by surprise, and the bloodless cheeks began to appear blush.

"Yes! Yunxi will definitely remember!"

"Okay, it's a deal!" He looked at her, and blinked his eyelashes slowly while nodding:

"Put on a piece of clothing, it's the month letter, don't get cold anymore."

Leng Qingtang's words were too straightforward, causing Gu Yun to blush immediately, lowering his head and daring not to look directly at him.

Gu Yunxi respected and feared himself as the superintendent of the East Factory.

In the impression, he looks gorgeous and extraordinary. Although he is like Young Master Pian Pian, he doesn't talk much. His indifferent expression always has a cold air on his face. It is difficult to teach people, or he doesn't dare to approach him.

He can't come to the other hospital several times throughout the year, and every time he comes, he mostly gathers with the three sisters and Gu's mother. Therefore, suddenly being alone with him, Gu Yunxi feels unusually nervous.

In the ear, Leng Qingtang's voice sounded again:

"Just now I sorted out your qi and combed your pulse. The Governor found that your body was too weak. Could it be that there has never been a doctor in this Gongyuan who has taken care of you

Rational? "

"Every time a stubborn disease is committed, Gu's mother has hired a doctor and took medicine. It is Yunxi's poor health, which causes too much trouble for everyone."

"Take care of it, your old disease can be cured. In a few days, the governor will call the imperial physician in the palace to come over and show you carefully."

"Yun Xi thanked the governor."

Leng Qingtang brought a chair with her hand and sat down by the bed. Getting close, he looked at her seriously.

A slender figure, a small melon seed with a sour white face, a beautiful crescent frowning with a faint sickness, apricot eyes full, full of gloom and sorrow. There is no moisturizing (color) on the cherry lips, and a layer of (dry gan) skin is formed. On the forehead, the worn-out area has been scabs, and there is a circle of silt around. Reading URL: m..