Unique and stunning, the black-bellied daughter-in-law controls the world

Chapter 346
After about a quarter of an hour, the banquet was over.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Li Yunqing's wind and cold were very severe, and she walked out under Bei Yejun's half embrace, coughing unceasingly, her black eyebrows under the black veil were slightly frowned, and her little face was a little pale.

"..." Bei Yejun hesitated to speak, his handsome face turned dark.

Although he didn't know why Xiaoqing'er suddenly contracted the cold, but Mo Chushang is definitely not a vegetarian, he is a genius doctor sitting in the emperor's mansion, and made Xiaoqing'er sick, let's see how he will deal with him when he goes back.

Yuegu and Ruxi dutifully walked behind, occasionally glanced at the surrounding scene, followed closely behind with downcast eyes.

Murong Qingcheng walked out of the Golden Luan Hall, his cold eyes fell on Li Yunqing, his eyes were deep and fiery without knowing it.

Suddenly looking forward to seeing this woman again.

About tomorrow, she will go to the royal school grounds.

Because she will definitely be worried about Bei Yejun, afraid that something will happen to him.

Ning Liyan came out and saw Murong Qingcheng standing there in a daze, so he couldn't help calling softly, "Brother Qingcheng?"

Following Murong Qingcheng's gaze, she happened to see that dark red skirt disappearing at the end of the steps, and she was startled.

Brother Qingcheng is looking at Li Yunqing? !

Why did brother Qingcheng want to see Li Yunqing? Could it be that he was attracted by that bitch?

How is this possible, he has never seen Li Yunqing's appearance!

Hearing Ning Liyan's words, Murong Qingcheng came back to his senses, and couldn't help frowning, a hint of annoyance flashed across his piercing and deep eyes.

Why did he look at that woman in a daze again?

It shouldn't be.

"Brother Qingcheng, why do you want to look at Li... Master Emperor?" Ning Liyan also frowned, with a look of scrutiny in his eyes.

Murong Qingcheng glanced at Ning Liyan coolly, there was no expression on his frozen handsome face, and he replied indifferently: "This prince has eyes, what do you want Miss Ning to care about?"

"I..." Ning Liyan was taken aback, his face turned ugly.

In front of so many people, Brother Qingcheng didn't even give her any face!
Ning Liyan lowered his head, clenched his hands tightly, and a flash of anger flashed in his eyes.

Murong Qingcheng looked at Ning Liyan coldly, and said in a low voice: "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, it's best not to cause trouble."

Ning Liyan's heart shook, and when he raised his head again, Murong Qingcheng had already gone far away.

Pan Yue stepped forward and said gently: "Miss Ning, His Royal Highness may be in a bad mood."

Ning Liyan forced a smile and responded.

In fact, I couldn't be more clear in my heart. Brother Qingcheng has never cared about anyone since he was a child, and he is indifferent to everyone.

Looking at Li Yunqing this time, probably because that woman is the teacher of Emperor Qin.

After all, she still knew the purpose of their visit this time.

But...Brother Qingcheng actually knew that she liked Bei Yejun, and he didn't know if she would be banned from entering the school tomorrow, so she had better talk less, so as not to anger him.

"Oh, I'm so tired, let's go back and rest." Ning Liyan smiled brightly and said to Pan Yue.

Pan Yue nodded, and the two walked down the Golden Luan Hall one after the other.

Li Yunqing and Beiyejun went straight back to the Emperor's Mansion, Beiyejun asked Li Yunqing to go to bed, and he went straight to the attic where Mo Chushang lived.

Li Yunqing pouted helplessly, hoping that Mo Chushang would not betray her.

Otherwise, she didn't know how to explain it to Bei Yejun.

Above the quiet attic.

Mo Chushang was sitting on the ground with a pile of medicinal herbs in front of him, holding a wooden hammer with his slender fingers.

"Da da da……"

The sound of smashing medicine was heard rhythmically, endlessly.

Mo Chushang was wearing a simple dark blue robe, the sleeves of which trailed the floor, matching the black and green silk, which swayed slightly, which was beyond description of a fairy.

Everything is so quiet and serene.

However, there was a dark black figure flying up, and only an afterimage could be seen on the stairs. The speed was astonishing.

"Mo Chushang."

The deep and sharp voice instantly broke the sound of pounding medicine.

Mo Chushang indifferently glanced at Bei Yejun who came up, and figured out what was going on with his thumb, so he involuntarily pulled his thin lips, turned his head and continued to make medicine, as if he didn't see anyone coming.

"Mo Chushang, won't you explain to me?"

Bei Yejun strode up to Mo Chushang, snatched the medicine barrel from his hand, and stared at him coldly with dark, dark eyes.

Mo Chushang glanced at Bei Yejun indifferently again: "There are strict requirements on the time of making medicines. If there is even the slightest difference, there will be huge side effects. Are you sure you won't return it to me?"

Bei Yejun was choked and gritted his teeth. For the sake of Xiaoqing'er's health, he could only obediently put the medicine bucket back.

Seeing Bei Yejun's confession for the first time, Mo Chushang slightly raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help being silent for a while.

Bei Yejun frowned deeply: "Tell me, has Xiaoqing'er's illness worsened?"

Otherwise, how could she suddenly catch a cold?
If it wasn't sudden, why did she catch the cold?
Mo Chushang twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly, and sighed faintly: "Illness is capricious in the first place, and it's normal to be serious occasionally."

Hearing this, Bei Yejun looked at her suspiciously, his dark pupils seemed to penetrate people's hearts, and he scratched Mo Chushang with a knife.

On weekdays, Mo Chushang doesn't know how to speak like this.

How could he, who knew so well about medical skills, say such unsure words.

Even if he is not sure, he will bite the bullet, how can he admit that he is not in control?
Mo Chushang was helplessly stared at by him, so he could only say: "It's useless to talk too much, I still need to refine medicine, go out."

……

When Bei Yejun went out from the attic, Mo Chushang stood by the window, looking at him with complicated eyes.

I don't know what secret Li Yunqing has in mind.

If Bei Yejun doesn't know for a day, he will always keep it in his heart, and it is hard to let go.

This tangled, really tiring.

But it's none of his business.

Mo Chushang shook his head helplessly, glanced at the herbs on the table, stretched lazily, and walked over to continue pounding the medicine.

A Li Yunqing, I am afraid that he will ruin his reputation as a miracle doctor.

Mo Chushang's thin lips showed a hint of ridicule and helplessness, and he didn't know how his heart softened at that moment.

in the boudoir.

Li Yunqing wrapped her quilt tightly, and filled the room with charcoal fire, but she still coughed non-stop, her face was pale, as if she would be crumbling at any moment, dying.

Yuegu stood outside the window, frowning, clutching the handkerchief tightly, her eyes full of worry.

I don't know why, the young lady's health is so poor.

Could it really be Hui Yiyao?

Bei Yejun came from another courtyard, among the dense green tea leaves, on the elegant and simple wooden floor, he was dressed in a dark black brocade robe, like an exile, fascinating all living beings.

He strode around Yuegu, walked to the door of the boudoir, pushed the door open, and then closed the door.

Yuegu looked away, lowered her head lightly, walked around the low-hanging branches, and went to work in other yards.

in the boudoir.

Li Yunqing looked at Bei Yejun who came in, and was slightly taken aback.

Her intuition told her that Bei Yejun seemed to be in a bad mood.

No, not intuition, she was sure that Bei Yejun was just in a bad mood.

Because he couldn't figure out why she would suddenly catch a cold, and felt that she had something to hide from him.

This annoyed him.

But he didn't want to press her directly, so he struggled with himself.

Bei Yejun went directly to the edge of the bed and sat down, stretched out his arms, and took her into his arms with ease, clasped her tightly in front of his chest, and stared at the crackling charcoal fire without saying a word.

It was very hot in the room, but he never stayed away from her because of this.

Li Yunqing lowered her eyelashes slightly, her clear eyes were bottomless and pitch black.

There was a long silence in the room.

When Li Yunqing was almost falling asleep, a faint sentence came from above her head.

"You'll be fine, right?"

One sentence completely broke the drowsiness, Li Yunqing opened her eyes slightly, she didn't know how to answer, she struggled for a moment, and responded softly: "Yes."

Beiyejun sighed resentfully, and sighed as if he had a small temper, put his chin on her shoulder, hesitated to speak, and finally did not say a word.

Li Yunqing's heart was tangled and confused.

She didn't know whether to say it, how to say it, whether he would believe it.

She was just worried that he would break the casserole and ask the end, and she would not be able to hold back and tell the truth.

It turned out that even if he didn't speak.

She also feels extremely guilty.

This strange feeling, clogged in her heart, really made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

There was a long silence.

"...Bei Yejun."

"Ok?"

"Do you believe... Past and present lives?" Li Yunqing half-opened her clear eyes, her curly eyelash feathers reflected the fiery carbon, as if they were dyed with a layer of red powder.

Bei Yejun didn't expect Li Yunqing to ask such a question, he was silent for a while, and after thinking for a while, he said in a low voice: "If you believe me, you will believe me."

He didn't think about whether he believed it or not, and it didn't matter whether he believed it or not. If she believed him, he would believe it.

"If I say... I..." Li Yunqing didn't know how to describe her adventure when she said this, and after a long time of putting together words, she said hesitantly, "I once lived as Li Yunqing and then died. , reborn with memories to the age of 15, do you believe it?"

Hearing what Li Yunqing said, Bei Yejun's black eyes flashed with deep surprise, a little unbelievable, but he said without thinking: "I believe it."

Li Yunqing closed her eyes, and she just got angry, believe it or not, and said, "In the previous life, Murong Qingcheng died because of me. In this life, I want to avoid this tragedy. So I went to Mo Chushang to ask for Fengchi medicine, because I want to go to the Golden Palace with a veil, because... because I don't want to have any contact with Murong Qingcheng."

After finishing speaking, the people above the head were silent for a while, without saying a word.

Li Yunqing asked cautiously: "You...you don't believe it?"

"Why don't I believe it." Bei Yejun chuckled, his deep eyes were full of tenderness, "Maybe I can't understand what you said, but I will believe you unconditionally."

(End of this chapter)