Mo Lingyuan seemed to guess what Mu Qing was thinking: "You follow Ben Shuai all the time, and testify for Ben Shuai when the time comes." ”

Mu Qing: "......"

Is it possible to refuse?

No!

Mo Lingyuan closed the document in his hand and stood up, "Let's go." ”

"Where are you going?" Mu Qing had to keep up.

"Go see the phoenix." Mo Lingyuan raised his feet and walked out of the study.

Mu Qing: "......"

Could it be that like the last time he peeked at Zuo Qiandai, he asked him to hide behind the dark hole and monitor the Phoenix Fairy's every move.

Mu Qing refused in his heart.

Mo Lingyuan arrived at the Lan Building, pushed open the door of the bedroom, and saw Feng Xianzi sitting at the desk writing.

Mu Qing watched the two of them move from the hole.

Mo Lingyuan picked up the paper written on the table, glanced at it casually, and looked into her eyes: "This is a prescription?" ”

Her eyes were unusually beautiful, the black pupils occupied almost the entire eye, and only a little whiter remained, but the whites of her eyes were not ordinary white, but azure, like a sparkling lake.

It's like a deep pool, which makes people can't help but sink.

No wonder Mu Qingcai glanced at her and was almost confused.

A woman who grows into such eyes is born to deceive people's minds.

When I was a child, I heard Mo Zhongtian mention that people who were born with this kind of eyes were the most favored guards around the imperial emperors of the previous dynasty, and they could use their eyes to confuse people's minds and steal people's inner thoughts, which was even valued by the emperor.

Now that this woman has this pupil, and her surname happens to be Feng, he can vaguely guess some of her life experience.

Chi Yebai didn't want him to keep this woman, which happened to prove his guess.

Feng Xianzi raised her eyes to look at the handsome man in front of her, nodded her head, and wrote another line of words on the white paper: Can I take your pulse?

Mo Lingyuan's voice was low, and he chuckled: "This prescription has come out, what kind of pulse is there, Miss Feng deserves to be called a phoenix fairy, just by taking a look at Ben Shuai, she knows Ben Shuai's illness."

Stay in the house and heal Ben Shuai's head disease.

Thank you very much. ”

After Mo Lingyuan finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.

The sleeve of the coat was gently pulled by the phoenix fairy, and a prescription was handed to him, and a pen was written down in a row of neat and delicate small characters: Before going to bed, drink a bowl of soothing soup, and you will sleep until dawn without being disturbed by anything. ”

Mo Lingyuan took the prescription, "Okay, Ben Shuai has been insomnia for a long time, try it tonight." ”

After returning to the study, Mo Lingyuan casually crumpled the two prescriptions into a ball, threw them on the table, and waited for Mu Qing to come over while looking at the documents in his hand.

After a long time, Mu Qing finally pushed the door in.

"Master." Mu Qing's face was solemn: "I looked at the secret room for a while, and saw that although the woman didn't speak, she whistled well, which could attract the bird, and the bird stayed at the window for a while, and then flew away." ”

Mo Lingyuan sneered: "You continue to send people to watch her for three days, and after three days, Ben Shuai will teach you how to do it." ”

Mu Qing nodded, saw the crumpled prescription, and wondered: "Master, is there anything wrong with this prescription?" She lives in the Lan Building, so she won't be stupid enough to prescribe medicine to frame you. ”

Mo Lingyuan was noncommittal: "She is not stupid to this point, no matter what happens tonight, Ben Shuai will not leave the bedroom for half a step, you will treat Ben Shuai as if she took the medicine she prescribed and fell asleep." ”

Mu Qing pondered and spoke: "Master, since this prescription is no problem, and you have been insomnia, it is better to boil a bowl according to the prescription and try it, in case you can sleep well, it is also good." ”

Mo Lingyuan: "Ben Shuai is not sick, he just has insomnia, what prescription do you want?" ”

Mu Qing: "......"

You're not sick?

You're just not terminally ill.

Who would admit to being insane?

Mo Lingyuan rubbed the wrinkled purse in his palm, and his thin lips pursed with a faint smile: "Even if Ben Shuai is sick, Yun Yao is Ben Shuai's prescription, and other prescriptions are all palliatives but not cures." ”