Master is a white moonlight

On the next day at [-]:[-], there was a pitch black night outside the window, and the stars had not all disappeared.

Shen Han had already changed into an emerald green narrow-sleeved robe, and was standing in front of the bronze mirror, strapping on his wrist guards.

A thick head of black silk was tied behind her head, tied with an emerald green hair tie.

After tying up the wrist guard, Shen Han turned around and took down the long sword hanging on the wall.

Mei's disciples not only study medicine, but also practice swordsmanship.At Mao hour every day, the disciples have to practice swordsmanship for an hour in the bamboo sea.

No matter what the weather is, whether it is stormy, hail or snow, there are no exceptions.

Shen Han was about to turn around and go out, but he heard a commotion on the bed, followed by Leng Yijiao's slightly hoarse voice.

"Shen Han, what time is it?" Leng Yizhen pushed aside the snow-white bed curtain hanging down in front of the bed with one hand, and leaned on the edge of the bed with the other, looking up at Shen Han in front of him.

"Maoshi." Without even thinking about it, Shen Han spit out two words with his back to Leng Yijiao.

Turning around, Shen Han walked towards the bed, and finally sat sideways on the edge of the bed.

"Are you going to practice swords?" Leng Yijiao stretched a lot, sat up with his back propped up, and leaned his back against the head of the bed.

"Well, Mei's disciples have to practice swords in Zhuhai every day, at least for an hour." Shen Han said as he pulled the quilt aside, and carefully covered Leng Yizhen again.

"I'm not cold." Leng Yizhen smiled at Shen Han, put his arms on Shen Han's shoulders, and said softly, "Come back early."

"Xian'er, your voice is really nice." Shen Han tilted his head slightly, and pressed his soft lips to the side of the other's ear, breathing out steam, "My husband still wants to hear it tonight."

"You..." Leng Yizhen was in a hurry, pushed Shen Han away from his body, and scolded in a low voice, "Why are you so shameless!"

Leng Yizhen pulled the quilt on her body and lay back on the bed again.Turning his back to Shen Han, he didn't want to talk to this person again.

"It's still early." Shen Han looked at Leng Yijiao's back, and persuaded softly, his voice was as gentle as water, "Langer was also tired last night, so let's get some sleep."

"Okay, go quickly." Leng Yizhen still turned his back to Shen Han, deliberately threatening, "Be careful that you are late, Master will punish you!"

"What Jian'er said is very true." Shen Han glanced at the sky outside the window, picked up the long sword that had just been placed by the edge of the bed, and said, "Let's go for my husband."

Leng Yizheng listened attentively, waiting for the sound of closing the door.Then he leaned forward and glanced at the door of the room.After confirming that the person had completely left, he lay back on the bed again.I adjusted my sleeping position and prepared to sleep again.

At this moment, Leng Yizhen's whole body was sore and limp, his bones seemed to be falling apart, so tired that he closed his eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.

The bamboo sea in the early morning was shrouded in a thick fog.At a glance, it was all white.

The emerald green bamboo leaves are covered with dewdrops, which are crystal clear.A gust of breeze came, and with a "click", the clear dewdrops dripped into the soil.

"Morning, master." Shen Han held the long sword in both hands, bowed slightly to the holy master, and bowed respectfully to greet him.

"Morning Senior Sister." The sixth junior brother stood beside Shengshi Mei in an orderly manner, clasped his fists at Shen Han, and greeted Shen Han.

"Morning sixth brother." Shen Han turned sideways slightly, and politely greeted sixth brother with a soft smile on his lips.

"Why did you come so late?" Master Mei Sheng stood tall, with his hands behind his back, holding a long sword in his hand, pretending to ask in a cold voice.

"My apprentice got up late, I hope the master will punish me."

"Han'er, although you are the high priest of Ji Kingdom." With his back to Shen Han, Master Mei said earnestly, "But in this Yunzhuhai, you are my Mei's closed disciple, the disciple of my younger brother and younger sister." Master Sister."

"Master said so."

Shen Han couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard that Master Mei finally called him by his baby name again.In this way, the chance of Master agreeing to what you ask for later increases by [-]%.

"Since you are a senior sister, you must set an example for being a senior sister." Sheng Master Mei's voice suddenly sank, and he turned to look at Shen Han, "As a teacher, I will punish you to practice sword for another hour, and copy "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" "Ten times."

"Yes." Shen Han still lowered his head, and replied respectfully.

The sixth junior brother stood aside and couldn't help breaking into a cold sweat for the elder sister. This punishment must be too heavy.

Master Mei didn't sleep well last night, and thought of his dead wife in the second half of the night.

When his wife was alive, she was addicted to doting on Meiman and Shen Han.She treats Shen Han like her own daughter, and never treats Shen Han differently from Meiman.

Because Shen Han is well-behaved and sensible, his wife dotes on Shen Han even more than her own daughter.

Although Master Mei loves the two of them very much, but his wife's way of expressing it is completely opposite, no matter whether it is towards Mei Man or Shen Han, he has always been stern.

Because his wife dotes on his daughter too much, Meiman has a spoiled personality and acts independently.

However, Shen Han is different, no matter how much his mistress dotes on him, Shen Han still knows his duty, abides by the rules, and strictly disciplines himself.

Coupled with the fact that his attainment in medical science is far higher than that of Meiman, he is deeply loved by Master Mei.

It is precisely because Master Mei gave Shen Han too much high hopes that Master Mei was so angry because Shen Han forced the palace to seize the throne.

It wasn't until yesterday that he learned about the secret of forcing the palace that Master Mei completely forgave Shen Han.

The one-hour sword practice lasted to two hours, and because of the "hard work" last night, Shen Han obviously couldn't take it anymore.

Shen Han clenched his teeth, his face was obviously a little pale, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, but he still didn't say a word.

"Okay, you don't need to practice any more!" Master Mei finally couldn't bear it, and shouted at Shen Han who was not far away.

Hearing the sound, Shen Han rolled over from the bamboo joints and fell to the ground.He put away the long sword in his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and stood there.

"Little Six." Said Master Mei, turned to look at the little apprentice beside him, and ordered, "Go back and prepare breakfast first, remember...to be more careful."

"Yes, master!" The sixth junior brother slightly bowed, turned around and left the bamboo sea.

After the sixth junior brother left, Master Mei strode up to Shen Han, and asked straight to the point, "Han'er, what is the purpose of coming back this time?"

"Master, I have something to ask." Shen Han knelt down in the dirt with a "plop".

"I knew it." Master Mei turned around with a flick of his sleeves, turned his back to Shen Han, and said in a deep voice, "How can the high priest who is busy with government affairs have time to come to this remote mountain and remote place? It turns out that he has something to ask of me."

"Master, only you can help me with this matter." Shen Han still knelt down on his knees, pleading, "I beg you."

"Han'er, you have been stubborn since you were young, and you have never asked for help. This is the first time you asked to be a teacher." Master Mei frowned and looked at the emerald green bamboo sea in front of him, sighed, and finally softened his heart. "Let's talk about what to ask for as a teacher."

.........

In the inner hall, Leng Yizheng was sitting at the dining table in a lavender robe, her long light brown hair was casually tied into a bun and fixed with a white jade hairpin.

It was already time for Leng Yizhen to wake up, and it was already past the time for breakfast.

The careful Sixth Junior Brother specially reserved a breakfast for Leng Yizhen, and it was the only one he cooked, which was different from the breakfasts of the senior sister and the master.

There is no reason why the sixth junior brother did not understand the master's sentence "do it carefully".

Because the master taught himself on a daily basis, practitioners should not be greedy for pleasure, and should not be greedy for food and drink.

Therefore, everyone's daily breakfast is white steamed buns and white soybean milk.

The sixth junior brother specially made plum rolls and sugar bean cakes for Her Royal Highness, and also ground a bowl of red bean milk separately.

Thinking about these exquisite and small food, it should be able to please women.

"Thank you Uncle Six." Leng Yizhen sat at the dining table, took the bamboo chopsticks that the little uncle handed to him with both hands.

"No thanks! No thanks!" The sixth junior brother smiled shyly, not daring to meet Leng Yizhen's eyes.

"Uncle Six, why didn't you see the other uncles?" Leng Yijiao put the bamboo chopsticks on the bowl and asked politely.

From going up the mountain yesterday to now, Leng Yijiao has only seen this little martial uncle, but not the other martial uncles.

"The senior brothers have all gone down the mountain to enter the market, and it will take at least two months before they can come back." The sixth junior brother replied truthfully, pushing one of the plum blossom rolls in front of Leng Yizhen, "Your Highness, try this plum blossom roll and see if it fits." Not to your taste?"

"Thank you Uncle Six." Leng Yizhen smiled at the little uncle, picked up the chopsticks at the side, picked up a plum blossom roll, put it on his lips and took a bite.

The plum-blossom roll, which is only a quarter of the size of a palm, is made of flour into the shape of a plum blossom, and each petal is dyed the most natural pink with the juice of the plum blossom.

"What about the high priest?" After swallowing the plum blossom roll in his mouth carefully, Leng Yizhen asked politely, "Are you still practicing sword?"

Leng Yizhen woke up until now, but there is still no sign of Shen Han.Leng Yizhen was not familiar with this place, and out of politeness, he couldn't rush to find someone.

"Elder Sister is at the Library Pavilion right now." The Sixth Junior Brother blurted out without thinking, and pushed another plate of Tangy Bean Cake in front of Leng Yijiao, "Your Highness, please try this Tangy Bean Cake again."

"Thank you." Leng Yizhen frowned slightly after hearing this, looked at the little uncle and asked, "Why are you in the library?"

"Eldest sister was punished by the master." The sixth junior brother explained, "I was punished to copy "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" ten times."

"What?" Leng Yizhen's almond eyes widened, and he looked at the little uncle in disbelief, "Ten times of "Treatise"?!"

When does this have to be copied? Doesn't it take a month to copy it?

When Shen Han punished himself for copying books, he was also punished for copying "Treatise on Febrile Diseases". Leng Yijiao had to copy for more than a month.

For some reason, Leng Yizhen felt a little gloating, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly unconsciously.

It turned out that this punishment for copying books is a tradition of the Mei clan.

The Sixth Junior Brother took a quick glance at Leng Yijiao, and saw a happy smile on the lips of Her Royal Highness, who thought that Her Royal Highness liked this jelly bean cake very much.