The lady is reborn? The crazy villain kisses her forcefully and won't let go!

Jun Zhao moved his thin lips and stopped talking, staring at the woman who lowered her head and gently applied medicine to him.

The fire was boiling, the smoke was curling, and occasionally a bird would land on the peach branch outside the window, and a few sparse and crisp chirps could be heard.

The fresh mint scent with a hint of sweetness lingers in the cramped compartment.

The man is strong and the woman is gentle, and unknowingly, a quiet and harmonious atmosphere is created.

There is no suffocating feeling of oppression, nor is there a timid master-servant relationship. It just stays like this quietly.

The two had different thoughts, but they allowed themselves to fall into this competition that they were not sure whether it was a trap or an opportunity.

Although Mu Luan's bandaging technique was not very skillful, he performed the necessary steps exactly.

But at the end, she still tied a bow out of habit, small but strong.

As Mu Luan put the things on the tray, she said, "Hurry up and change your clothes. Be careful not to catch a cold."

Jun Zhao did as he was told, stood up and put on his clothes, then stepped forward and said respectfully, "Thank you, Miss, for your kindness."

Mu Luan's fair cheeks were slightly flushed, and her clear eyes were filled with the warm sunlight from the window. She inadvertently swept across his waist and her gaze paused.

The Flying Fish Bag is missing?

Was it lost again or thrown away?

On second thought, the brocade bag was indeed a bit shabby, and according to Jun Zhao's taste, it should be disliked.

Anyway, it's a token of his heart, and it's his freedom to do with it.

The thought flashed through his mind, and although he felt a little disappointed, Mu Luan quickly suppressed it.

"You have a good rest, I'm leaving first."

Mu Luan was about to bend over to pick up the tray when she heard Jun Zhao's calm voice coming from above her head, "Miss, can you wait a moment?"

"Ok?"

Mu Luan looked at him in confusion, and saw the man slowly turn around, walk towards the boiling stove, hold the stove handle with a towel, and pour the medicine into the bowl.

Mu Luan smelled the fragrant medicine and felt it was familiar. She asked, "Is your medicine ready?"

Jun Zhao placed the medicine bowl on the table in front of Mu Luan, slowly raised his eyelids, and said truthfully: "It's the young lady's medicine."

"My medicine?"

What medicine should she take if she is not injured?

As if seeing the confusion in Mu Luan's eyes, Jun Zhao said, "After all, the effect of pills is not as fast as that of decoctions. From now on, I will boil decoctions for you every three days."

Mu Luan frowned slightly, and she said that the taste of the medicine was somewhat familiar. It was the bitter taste of the pills in the black porcelain bottle.

This time she was more careful and asked, "How many sips?"

Jun Zhaowei lowered his eyes to hide the tiny smile in his eyes, and answered seriously: "A small bowl."

A quarter of an hour later, Mu Luan almost trotted out of the warm room, and as soon as she returned to the house, she rushed to find the fruit plate.

Yin Xin saw her young lady walking back from outside with a bitter look on her face, and hurried forward to ask, "Miss, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Mu Luan had no intention of paying attention to her. He picked up a green hawthorn and started eating it in small bites.

Yinxin advised her to eat slowly while swallowing. She felt like it was the young lady who was eating, but it was her teeth that were sour.

Mu Luan ate two fruits in a row before she felt the bitterness on her tongue was slightly relieved.

She stared at the fruit in her hand in a daze, remembering that in her previous life, the medicine Jun Zhao asked her to drink, even if it was a poison test, did not taste as bitter and unpalatable as today's.

I felt aggrieved and thought that with Jun Zhao's vengeful nature, he might have secretly held a grudge against me for wanting to kick him out of the house that day, so he deliberately made such a bitter medicine!

In the compartment, the man stared at the empty medicine bowl on the table. A twisted little face flashed through his mind, and suddenly he smiled cheerfully.

He picked up the wristband and was about to put it on, but paused when the bow touched the wound, and the smile on his lips also slowed down at this moment.

His slender and powerful fingers gently twisted one end of the bandage, and it seemed that the warmth of her fingertips still remained on it.

With a sudden sneer, he tore off one end of the bandage without any reluctance, and the graceful bow instantly turned into two cold ribbons.

I thought it was just a trick played by the little girl on a whim.

Unexpectedly, every day after that, Mu Luan would come to change Jun Zhao's medicine as soon as she finished breakfast in the morning.

The man was still polite and reasonable, and he clearly said that Mu Luan was of noble status and shouldn't change the medicine for someone as lowly as him.

But as long as Mu Luan interrupted him slightly, he would wait quietly and obediently for her to apply the medicine.

As time passed, the sun gradually became warmer, until New Year's Eve when the sun was still shining brightly, and the air was filled with a refreshing scent of the New Year.

At night, the streets are filled with the sounds of life and laughter, and the lights cover the entire capital, making it seem as if it were daytime.

The Mu Mansion was decorated with lanterns and peach charms everywhere, and the faces of the servants in the mansion were all filled with the joy of the New Year.

Mu Sinian and his two sons sat around the table drinking, while Mu Luan and A Niang sorted out the congratulatory cards sent by officials from various places.

There was an intention of visiting her after many years, and among the gifts was a congratulatory card. Mu Luan couldn't help but look surprised.

It is a congratulatory card from Censor Shen Hui.

Mu Luan moved the content of the congratulatory card to A Niang's side and said, "A Niang, I heard that the censor is old-fashioned, strict, and upright. He never likes these superficial greetings. Why is he coming to your house this year?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Sinian turned his head slightly and looked at the mother and daughter sitting on the side, with a rare look of relief on his face.

Madam Mu quietly turned her head to glance at her husband, and indeed saw the slight curve at the corner of his mouth.

She said in a heroic yet gentle voice, "That's your father's old lover. He comes to visit every year, but you often stay in Shaoguang Courtyard and don't see your uncle Shen."

Upon hearing this, Mu Sinian's old face suddenly became serious, and he corrected her, "Madam, please don't talk nonsense. Who is the old lover of that old guy? I am upright and have no homosexual tendencies."

Mu Luan had never seen her father being so serious, and she couldn't help but become more curious about this so-called Uncle Shen.

Mu Qingyu chuckled and said, "Yaoyao, Uncle Shen is really interesting. Don't look at him as old-fashioned. He is actually a naughty boy. I can introduce you to Shen Yin from his family someday."

"Shen Yin?"

Another new person, I didn’t expect that she knew nothing about things that even Mu Qingyu knew. She was terribly isolated from information.

Mr. Censor?

It seems that in his previous life, he resigned from his official position and returned home early.

Mu Luan thought about it carefully and still had a general memory. It seemed to be... the year when his father and brother died in battle.

Could it be... because of Dad?

"Yes, Shen Yin, that woman, can't even be called a woman. She should be a female bandit," Mu Qingyu's eyes suddenly lit up when he mentioned Shen Yin. But he had just said one sentence when he was stopped by Madam Mu.

"Don't talk nonsense, you are a girl after all, how can you destroy her reputation like this?"

Mu Qingyu paused for a moment, knowing that he had said something wrong. He could tease Shen Yin without restraint in front of her, but he shouldn't do so behind her back.