Feminine world Feng Qingcheng

Chapter 215 Can't help but look forward to it
Yin Qing just looked at him sullenly, her bright eyes were full of scarlet, and then she smiled lightly, her fingers tightened slowly, her eyes fixed on Huang Xi's pale face, "You just don't believe that this king will kill you !"

She didn't have much patience to spend with him.

"Then, then, my lord, just, don't think about it, get the solution, the cure."

Huang Xi closed her pupils and struggled to say this sentence.

I saw that his face had turned a liver color.

Yin Qing's eyes sank, and she threw him aside.

With a "bang", Huang Xi smashed hard on the vermilion lacquered pillar.

Gritting her teeth, Huang Xi grunted and stood up.

I have to admit that Yin Qing's skill has increased a lot, but she is becoming more and more abnormal.

Huang Xi also noticed this.

"I won't kill you, I won't kill you. I want you to continue to be haunted by nightmares."

"My lord, don't forget, it is impossible for me to carry such a valuable antidote with me. If you torture me like this, I will not buy my lord's account."

Not to be outdone, Huang Xi pushes back. He can't find any trace of being coerced just now on his face, and he still sits leisurely on the round stool.

"is it?"

"Yes, unless the conditions are still the same! Otherwise, Mo Zicheng is waiting to die!"

As soon as he heard the word 'Mo Zicheng', the scarlet in Yin Qing's eyes became less, and he turned and walked out of the room.

Is it still the condition?
OK then!
A warm smile appeared on Yin Qing's gentle and jade-like face, but there was a hint of calculation.

She will agree to the Queen's request!
Winter is gradually coming, the weather is getting colder and colder, and I stayed in the capital for two more days, but my heart seems to be missing something, empty.

Mo Zicheng stood in the courtyard, staring at the bare trees on both sides, but his thoughts flew far away.

"Wang Junliang."

Xuan Yue put the cloak on his shoulders and looked at him worriedly.

Since coming here, Wang Jun has hardly gone out, but shut himself in this yard, sometimes staring at the two big bare trees in a daze, sometimes sitting in the house caressing his protruding abdomen and distracted, his appearance is amazing. People are worried.

In the past few days, his body has been fairly stable, and he has not fainted from pain again, which is also gratifying.

However, in the past few days, his body has become thinner and his face has become more and more handsome.

"Xuanyue, when will there be snow?"

Mo Zicheng looked at the tree intently, and said a nonsensical sentence.

It's been the third day, and Yin Qing hasn't found him yet.

But isn't it great that she can't find him?
Isn't this exactly what he wanted?

But the heart is full of loss, which spreads.

"My lord, drink some soup to nourish your body."

As Xuan Yue spoke, she picked up the porcelain bowl on the tray and handed it to him.

Mo Zicheng took the bowl with his lips pursed, stirred the spoon in it for a while, and finally took a spoonful and fed it into his own mouth. The warm soup flowed down his throat into the bottom of his heart, revealing a little warmth , It also melted the layers of coldness in his heart a lot.

The soup stimulated the taste buds, and the familiar but unfamiliar taste lingered in my taste buds for a while.

"This soup..."

Mo Zicheng's handsome face was still expressionless, but his phoenix eyes were full of complexity.

Hearing this, Xuan Yue stepped forward and looked at him blankly, "What's wrong? This was made by the cook who was just summoned today. Since Wang Jun was reading, Xuan Yue didn't tell me."

"Cook?"

Mo Zicheng stared at the warm soup in the porcelain bowl, and murmured.

Just a cook?
For some reason, Mo Zicheng suddenly felt a sense of anticipation but also a little fear.

Xuan Yue looked at him curiously, and then turned her eyes to his porcelain bowl, "What's the matter? Doesn't it taste like a king? Xuan Yue just looked at him pitifully, and almost died at the door this morning. He came from the countryside and had no place to live, so he was let in. It happened that there was a lack of a cook in the kitchen, so Xuan Yue asked him to cook. If it didn't suit Wang Jun's taste, then Xuan Yue would expel him later go to the house."

This is the time Xuan Yue talked the most in her life.

Mo Zicheng seemed not to have heard what he said, but shook his head slightly and said, "No need."

It's just that he thinks too much, and the familiar taste can't represent anything.

"Then Wang Jun, let's go in! It's windy here."

As soon as Xuan Yue's voice fell, there was a gust of cold wind blowing towards the two of them.

Mo Zicheng still stood there expressionless, his handsome face seemed transparent and extremely fair.

I saw that his nostrils had become a little reddish, revealing a trace of humanity.

Xuan Yue wrapped the snow-white cloak around him again, with great care.

"My lord, go in!"

If you stay here, if you suffer from the wind and cold, it will be bad.

"Xuan Yue, don't call me Wang Jun. Now, I'm just Mo Zicheng. I want to go out for a walk."

"But……"

"Xuan Yue, put on your cloak and follow me out!"

After finishing speaking, Mo Zicheng took two steps forward, tightened the cloak with his fingers, making it closer to himself, wrapping his body inside.

"Yes, Wang... Young Master."

(End of this chapter)