The cute apprentice of the national teacher is charming and wild

Chapter 239 Chapter 238: Jing Moyan's favorite person is her

When Zhiwen rushed over, he happened to see his prince passed out, and immediately helped him to a soft bed in the study.

Gu Qingyun supported the desk with one hand and stood up straight. Zhiwen turned her head and saw her appearance, and was shocked, "Fifth Miss! What's wrong with your neck?"

In just a short while, she was so hurt like this!

Gu Qingyun's neck was stained red, her collar was covered with blood, and the wound on her neck was still bleeding. She covered the wound with her hands, and replied weakly, "I'm fine."

Seemingly due to excessive blood loss, her face was pale and pale, and she hurriedly found gauze and liquid medicine in the medicine box, and bandaged her wound first.

Otherwise, she would bleed all the time, which would endanger her life.

After the wound was bandaged, Gu Qingyun took a medicine, and her complexion began to improve, her breathing was still a little weak. She was always worried about Jing Moyan's condition, and she didn't care so much about her own body.

Went to Jing Moyan to give him a diagnosis and treatment, but found that his condition had been temporarily suppressed.

Gu Qingyun frowned in a daze, she turned her head, the medicine pill for Jing Moyan was still on the ground, she didn't give it to him just now, why did she suddenly suppress it.

She pondered in a daze, could it be blood?
Gu Qingyun suddenly panicked and frightened. If he relied on drinking blood, then his condition was serious, and he had reached the point where he could not recover.

She checked Jing Moyan's pulse, looked suspicious, and asked Zhiwen, "Has Prince Jingli been injured recently?"

Zhiwen shook his head: "No, the lord hasn't been out of the mansion recently, and has been recuperating in the mansion." He scratched his head, curious: "Miss Wu, does my lord have any other health problems?"

Gu Qingyun pondered, "He has internal injuries."

Zhiwen is at a loss, his prince has been staying at the mansion recently, where did the internal injury come from.

Could it be that an assassin has sneaked into their house?
Zhiwen thought it was unlikely, if an assassin attacked their house, it was impossible for him not to know.

This is puzzling.

Also puzzling is Gu Qingyun, who also can't figure out why Jing Moyan has so many internal injuries.

The illness on Jing Moyan's body has been suppressed, Qingyu Yungong can treat the internal injuries, and Gu Qingyun doesn't need to help.

The man on the soft bed lay quietly, and the elegant and elegant charm was restored between his eyebrows and eyes. Gu Qingyun found a clean towel and wet it, wrung out the water, and helped him wipe the blood stains from the corners of his mouth.

She took care of Jing Moyan, while Zhiwen went to tidy up the study room. Books, calligraphy, brushes and ink were scattered all over the floor.

Gu Qingyun inadvertently lowered her eyes, and saw a painting on the ground in front of her. The painting was not fully unfolded, but it could be seen that it was a picture of a beauty, because the eyes of the beauty just happened to be exposed in the painting.

Those eyes made Gu Qingyun look very familiar.

She bent down to pick up the painting on the ground, and slowly unfolded it. A delicate picture of a beauty came into view, and the stunning appearance of the woman on it surprised Gu Qingyun's eyes.

Looking at the outline of the facial features, it is so familiar.

Next to the woman, there are also eight small characters inscribed: There are beauties, I will never forget them.

Gu Qingyun's eyes were shocked.

Who is this woman?

She carefully looked at the woman in the painting, she was sure she was someone she didn't know, but she was inexplicably familiar.

"Oh!" Zhiwen screamed, and ran over immediately, took the portrait in her hand, carefully checked whether it was damaged, and was relieved when she found it intact, and smiled apologetically at Gu Qingyun, "Sorry, Miss Fifth, don't be surprised, the prince regards this image as a treasure, and he doesn't like people to touch it."

Gu Qingmo smiled lightly, and nodded to show that she knew it.

She pursed her red lips lightly, her eyes were sour, and she smiled slightly, "It's convenient to ask, who is the woman in the painting?"

Zhiwen gently wiped the dust on the painting, glanced at the woman in the painting, shook his head, "I don't know," rolled up the portrait, carefully placed it on the desk, and continued: "I only know The prince is very precious to this painting, he takes it with him wherever he goes, and takes care of it carefully, the woman in the portrait is probably very important to the prince."

If it weren't for the woman in the portrait, Zhiwen really couldn't find the reason why the prince cherishes this painting.

Gu Qingyun lowered her eyes and smiled wryly, the eight small characters on the painting have already explained Jing Moyan's feelings for the woman in the painting.

It turned out that he already had someone he liked.

He kept himself clean until now, and he didn't have a concubine to serve him. He guarded himself like a jade, but for that woman?

While Gu Qingyun was in a daze, Jing Moyan, who was limp, had already woken up.

Zhiwen was the first to see it, with a happy face, "My lord, are you awake?"

Gu Qingyun collected her thoughts, immediately regained her senses, and turned around to Jing Moyan, with a small smile on her lips, "Prince Jingli has internal injuries, please rest more."

Jing Moyan's eyebrows froze for a moment, and it was fleeting. He raised his eyes and saw the bandaged wound on Gu Qingyun's neck, and the blood stains on the collar had dried up. He was slightly startled, "Are you injured?"

Gu Qingyun smiled lightly, with a calm expression on her face, and said: "It's nothing, just a little injury."

Jing Moyan stared at her, his eyes apologetic, "What happened, was it me?"

He is well aware of his illness.

Gu Qingyun smiled, and did not answer his question, but asked out the depression in her heart, "Just now, I saw a portrait, the woman on it." She raised her eyes and looked at him gently, and she was a little afraid to say the following words ask.

She was afraid, afraid that his answer would be as she thought.

Xu Shi guessed her question, Jing Moyan responded directly, "Well, the woman in that painting is my beloved."

Gu Qingyun was sour and bitter, as expected, as she thought.

"How much do you love her?" she asked.

Jing Moyan replied lightly, "It's filled my whole heart."

That is, don't you leave a little space for others?

Gu Qingyun's heart was sore and uncomfortable, even more uncomfortable than when he wanted to marry that Mei Qinxue, because he knew that he didn't like Mei Qinxue, even if he married her, his heart was still empty.

Gu Qingyun thought that she would still have a chance to win a place in his heart, but unexpectedly, his heart was already filled by another woman.

"Qingyun understands."

I understand his love for that woman, but I don't understand how she will learn to let go.
At Haishi, the stars are far away, and the night is deep and the road is heavy.

Gu Qingyun returned to Rongguo's mansion in the dark all the way. The dark night was desolate and lonely, but it was no match for her despondency.

When she reached the door of the house, she stepped over the threshold, and when she looked up, she saw a large and small figure walking towards this side.

The light moonlight reflected the outline of that little figure, Gu Qingyun was stunned suddenly.

Nan Zhuohua held Yun Ranyue's hand, walked to the gate, and saw Gu Qingyun who was motionless, she didn't speak, and reluctantly sent Yun Ranyue away, then she turned and looked back, looked up to the side in a daze Gu Qingyun was stunned, "Why is Fifth Sister not going back?"

The lanterns hanging from the eaves, the hazy light and shadow fell thinly on Nan Zhuohua's small face.

"Snapped!"

The medicine box in Gu Qingyun's hand fell to the ground suddenly, and she was horrified and speechless.

In my mind, I suddenly remembered who the woman in that painting looked like.

Like the nine younger sisters in front of me
(End of this chapter)