C52 You Are Angry?

He originally thought that Shen Zhiqiu was just saying this, but he didn't expect him to be really serious about teaching the little group.

Mu Zhihuan watched for a while, but did not discover any big problems. She then told Seventh Madame that dinner would not wait for her and left the room.

They headed straight for the makeup shop. When they passed by Gu Mingxuan's house on the way, Mu Zhihuan lifted the curtain and glanced at the usually quiet house.

As Mu Zhihuan watched the old mansion pass by her, she took a deep breath.

"Mistress, why are you so haggard?"

Qing He had just come from the third floor when he saw Mu Zhihuan's face, which was covered by a veil.

"Otherwise, why don't you leave it to me and Wu Miao to deal with the matter of the shop, and go back and rest?"

Mu Zhihuan shook her head, "Wu Miao still needs to go to the village to see how the children are doing. I still need to check yesterday's account book. You still have many things that you aren't proficient in.

Seeing Mu Zhihuan insist, Qing He had no choice but to agree.

As soon as he went up to the third floor and checked his account book, the candlelight flickered and a white figure appeared in the room with a familiar scent.

Mu Zhihuan stared blankly at him. After a long while, she finally squeezed out three words, "Gu Mingxuan?"

"Why did you return yesterday in such a hurry?" "You didn't even say hello?"

Gu Mingxuan's beautiful face, under the illumination of the candlelight, seemed dark and unclear.

"Since you're busy, I don't have the nerve to disturb you." The corner of Mu Zhihuan's mouth twitched as she gave an ugly smile.

"I don't remember you being so polite." After piercing through Mu Zhihuan, Gu Mingxuan casually tossed out a bottle.

When the bottle landed on the table in front of her, Mu Zhihuan raised her head and asked doubtfully, "What's this?"

Gu Mingxuan cast a sidelong glance at Mu Zhihuan's pale face. "A syrup made from snake gall and Chuan Bei. Your throat isn't good, and you still have to recruit guests every day. It would be better to moisten your throat with this."

"Ugh." Mu Zhihuan bitterly kept the bottle. "Erm … "Thank you …" Before the other man could finish his sentence, a big hand suddenly touched his forehead.

Mu Zhihuan was touched until she was stunned. "Why …" What's wrong? "

"You don't even know if you're hot?" Gu Mingxuan's face was cold, and his black eyes shone with a frightening cold light.

He subconsciously shrunk his neck. "I …" It's so light, it's just that it's hot. "

Looking at Mu Zhihuan's unconscious appearance, Gu Mingxuan hugged her with a cold expression under Mu Zhihuan's astonished gaze.

Afterwards, the tip of her foot lightly passed through the window and carried Mu Zhihuan to the eaves of the house.

"Then... "What? I can walk by myself, just let me down."

To be carried by such a man on the roof in broad daylight, wasn't this too eye-catching?

At this moment, even if he and Gu Mingxuan didn't have anything, they could still be made up.

Feeling the person in his embrace being dishonest, Gu Mingxuan let out a low moan, "Don't move."

Then, Mu Zhihuan felt the scene in front of her eyes constantly falling backwards. The weightlessness had completely invaded her, causing her to become completely obedient.

It wasn't easy for her to land on the ground. Mu Zhihuan's legs were so weak that she could barely stand. It was only with Gu Mingxuan's support that she was able to avoid falling to the ground.

"Mo Yi, go get a doctor."

"That... It's really just a fever. I just need to rest for a bit. "

With great difficulty, Mu Zhihuan managed to hold on to her footing on a nearby pillar. "Really, I'm fine."

Looking at Mu Zhihuan's stubborn appearance, Gu Mingxuan's face was filled with a dark expression. "The doctor will show you, or I'll give you."

Why was this person so domineering?

"Sigh …" Mu Zhihuan sighed. "Don't ask for a doctor. There's too many people to talk about it."

Sitting on the wooden chair, Mu Zhihuan looked at Gu Mingxuan, who was taking her pulse with her eyes lowered. Under the sunlight, the clear and beautiful side of her face was dazzling.

"Actually, you don't need to worry about me. I'm too old for that." Actually, you don't need to care about me.

Pursing her lips, Mu Zhihuan looked out of the corner of her eyes at Gu Mingxuan, "Don't you have to accompany Princess Pingle today?"

Mu Zhihuan immediately regretted her words. She felt as if she cared deeply about Princess Pingle, even though she was indeed a little curious.

"You didn't come to my house because of her?" Gu Mingxuan lifted his hand and wrote down one medicinal herb after another.

His voice was so calm that it was hard to guess.

"You can say that, Jiang Zisu told me that you came to Dawei for a marriage, Princess Pingle … "It's pretty good."

Mu Zhihuan heard a slight tremble in her hoarse voice. "I feel that Ran'er and I will disturb you if we stay here."

"Nope." Gu Mingxuan rejected Mu Zhihuan without even thinking. In the end, he added, "Ran'er is very cute. I'm very happy that he came over."

He didn't know why, but he looked at Gu Mingxuan with a clear conscience.

Mu Zhihuan was a little displeased. She curled her lips and cast a sidelong glance at Gu Mingxuan. "But he's Prince Li's son."

With her words, the temperature of the room dropped by several degrees.

Mu Zhihuan was chilled to the point that she shivered. When she looked at Gu Mingxuan again, her clear and cold eyes were filled with an ice-cold chill that would cause people to be terrified.

"I know, you should be safe and rest. Don't think about anything useless."

The words "clear and cold" were simple and easy to understand.

However, Mu Zhihuan's entire body trembled. "You … Are you angry? "

Gu Mingxuan placed a hand on her forehead and tried to test it out. "You're already hot, and you're still trying to be brave. Do you know how worrying that is?"

Not angry?

"Are you worried about me?" Mu Zhihuan pretended to be enlightened. "So you're worried about me. Why is your tone so cold?"

Seeing Mu Zhihuan's proud and mischievous look, Gu Mingxuan's anger had mostly dissipated.

"I will settle the matter regarding Princess Pingle. If you want to come here, you can come at any time. No one will dare to say a word about you."

Seeing the serious expression on Gu Mingxuan's face, Mu Zhihuan suddenly felt as if the suffocating breath in her chest had vanished, and she even felt slightly happy. What was going on?

"I was worried that it wouldn't affect you well."

Feeling that Mu Zhihuan wasn't that hot, and guessing that there shouldn't be any problems, Gu Mingxuan retracted his hand. "You don't have to worry about that. You just need to be yourself."

Without that feeling of warmth, Mu Zhihuan's heart was momentarily empty.

"Why are you so versatile, and you even know how to prescribe medicine?"

"It's just that I've been ill for a long time and have become a doctor. My body is weaker than ordinary people since I was young. If I want to live longer, I naturally need to understand a little bit more."

Gu Mingxuan didn't have any expression on his face when he said this, but Mu Zhihuan felt inexplicably uncomfortable watching him.

"What about your martial arts? Is it to strengthen my body? "

Just as she finished asking, for the first time in her life, Mu Zhihuan clearly saw a clear look of disgust on Gu Mingxuan's face.

It had to be known that Gu Mingxuan had never been a happy person. Even if he had to smile, it was always a shallow smile, not to mention such obvious loathing.