Feminine world Feng Qingcheng

Chapter 195
Yinqing stared gloomyly at the teacup in the other hand that she crushed.

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Within a few days, the empress was making preparations to welcome the envoys of the Xiyang Kingdom with great fanfare.

Just at this time, the third princess had just returned from the border.

On this day, Yin Qing came back very early.

As soon as he came back, he ran to his house.

While ordering people to take a bath, he coffined his own blue silk with a hosta.

Until the bloody smell on her body was completely removed, Yin Qing walked to the main house where Mo Zicheng lived, contentedly.

Before entering the door, he heard Mo Zicheng retching, and his heart ached.

Whether it is ancient or modern, it cannot change the fact that pregnancy will cause severe pregnancy.

It's just that the women here are too chic, because they don't have to suffer that pain anymore.

"Young Master, Fengyue has been a little scared seeing you vomiting so hard in the past month." Fengyue put the spittoon in her hand and handed him the soup in the tray. Yes, let the sage of Tianji check it again."

Although Fengyue still didn't want to believe that her master would poison her child with medicine, it's better to be careful about such things.

These days, almost all the sages of Tianji are taking care of Mo Zicheng.

"What are you afraid of?"

Mo Zicheng's cold words came, but these words were somewhat similar to his cold air.

Yin Qing lowered her eyes slightly, but she couldn't get in with her feet.

That night, Mo Zicheng ruthlessly pressed Fusheng against her neck and told her to go.

Since then, she hasn't set foot here, she just kept looking for the antidote, and sometimes she would sit on the roof for a while.

"My lord."

Hongxiu was standing with candied fruit and walked over, staring in surprise at Yin Qing who was standing blankly at the door.

Behind the chanting chime is the red apricot that has not been seen for many days.

Hearing Hongxiu's sound, Mo Zicheng and Fengyue both looked at the singing chime at the gate.

I saw that she was still in a daze.

Mo Zicheng turned his head expressionlessly, his bubbling and clear phoenix eyes were full of bewilderment, bitterness, pain and joy.

Fengyue looked at her master who was standing there blankly, and at the same time glanced at her son from the corner of her eye.

Seeing his young master's appearance, it can be seen that both of them are affectionate.

Now it's done like this again, it's really...

Thinking about it, Feng Yue hurriedly put down the tray in her hand, and called out again. "My lord?"

Hearing Fengyue's test, Yinqing came back to her senses and paced.

"My lord, go in!"

There is tenderness between Hong Xing's eyebrows and eyes, and there is a smile on her face.

However, in Mo Zicheng's eyes, this expression had a different meaning.

There were also some sour things in my heart.

In the past few days, I haven't seen the red apricot, and I haven't seen the chime...

Seeing Hong Xing's appearance, did the two... stay together?

While pondering, Mo Zicheng stared at the warm tea on the round table, reached out to pour himself a cup, and took two sips.

He would never believe it. He used tea to cover himself up because he was panicked.

"Oh, um."

Yin Qing hesitated for a moment, but stepped in anyway.

She didn't know why she was trembling in her heart, maybe it was because she hadn't come in all this time, so she felt that she hadn't seen it for a long time.

Mo Zicheng glanced sideways at her, took another sip, but didn't say a word.

There was an instant silence in the room, and even the sound of the bamboo forest being blown by the wind outside the window was extremely clear.

After a while, when he approached Yinqing, he noticed that Mo Zicheng's pale face a few days ago was a little more rosy, and his breath was much calmer.

I feel a little relieved.

"How's your body these days?"

It was Yin Qing who opened his mouth first, staring at him with bright eyes, and a smile like a spring breeze once again rose on his warm and jade-like face.

Mo Zicheng put down his teacup, and tightly pinched the jade flute with his fingers hidden in his wide sleeves, without saying a word.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while, seeing this, Fengyue hurriedly smoothed things over, "Wang Jun has slept well these days, eaten well, and the baby in her belly is also fine."

Of course I slept well, because with the Anshenxiang, can I sleep well?

(End of this chapter)