Feminine world Feng Qingcheng

Chapter 34

His bright eyes reflected his slightly thin body, Yin Qing hesitated for a second, and then said: "In a few days, I will escort the official food and official bank to Cangzhou."

Her soft voice fell on his heart, it was like a feather scratching, tickling and soft.

Her voice is different from Xiao Yanchu's. Xiao Yanchu's voice is sunny and warm but reveals a hint of aloofness, while her voice is like her face, as warm as jade and like a spring breeze.

I'm so confused, how can I compare the two of them?

With a cold face, Mo Zicheng was finally willing to turn his head to look at her.

"Oh."

His tone was extremely flat, as if he was indifferent to a stranger.

She hadn't told him what happened before, but now she changed the topic again.

Hearing Mo Zicheng's plain tone, Yun Shan and Yun Shan who were standing on the side looked at each other in blank dismay, while Feng Yue who was standing next to them seemed to be used to it, and stood beside them helplessly.

It's not the first time he saw his prince's hot face on the young master's cold ass.

Yin Qing's eyes dimmed, gradually filled with bitterness, a wry smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, her face was still smiling like a spring breeze, as if she didn't care at all.

"You want to go with me." It was his mother who asked him to accompany her, so I don't blame her!
When Mo Zicheng heard this, he lost his mind immediately.

He originally thought that he could live a leisurely and unrestrained life, but who would have thought that she would ask him to go with him.Was it because he was afraid that he would meet Xiao Yanchu?Thinking about it, who would want his husband to be related to his former lover?What's more, she is still a prince, no matter what others say, she will not be able to change her status as a prince...

The corners of Mo Zicheng's lips curled into self-mockery, his fingertips moved slightly, and a small pale flower lay in his palm like that, his phoenix eyes were deep and cold, and he spat out two words like gold, "I won't go."

His tone was just like his own, without temperature, as cold as frost, as cold as a pool of ice.

"boom"

"Ah! Your Majesty!"

Mo Zicheng hastily turned around.

I saw that the person I was talking to just now was on the ground, his face was pale, but his face was still warm.

Mo Zicheng was stunned, why didn't he hear the weakness in her tone at all?

A green robe flashed by, and the wind lifted his robe feet, his dusty face was full of charm, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and he looked at him fiercely.

He recognized this man as Chi Jing...

it's her...

Chi Jing tossed the long sword to the anxious Qingyan beside him, bent down to pick up the fainted Yin Qing, and flew out using lightness kung fu, without saying a word from the beginning to the end.

In an instant, one green and one red turned into shadows, blending into the sky and the earth.

Mo Zicheng's face was still cold, but his thin lips trembled slightly, and the fingers under his wide sleeves tightly clasped the jade flute.

He didn't understand why a person who was fine just now would suddenly faint...

Feng Yue concealed the worry on her face, and turned her head to look at Mo Zicheng who was tightly pursing her lips.

"Sir?"

"What's up with her."

This……

Feng Yue didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

The happy thing is that the young master finally cares about the master's body, but the worry is that the young master will only ask when the master faints.

"My lord, I've had a fever for two days..."

The doctor has been here for the past two days, but the young master doesn't know about it.However, every time the prince comes to pester Wang Jun, he always uses his internal strength to make himself look like an ordinary person.

Sure enough, the son didn't notice anything.

Feng Yue was a little worried, but it was not easy to visit the doctor.

"Two days..."

High fever for two days?

Then she can still be so calm and haunt him as usual...

"Young master? Are you going to see the prince?"

Feng Yue asked extremely cautiously.

Mo Zicheng stood there, his legs seemed to have taken root, and it took him a while to hear his muffled voice, "En!"

Want to see her?
Suddenly, the way Chi Jing looked at him just now appeared in his mind.

That person must have loved her so badly, otherwise how could he... be so anxious.

Suddenly, my heart felt uncomfortable.Mo Zicheng raised his legs and walked forward.The pale hydrangea petals seemed to be playing, falling on his black hair.

It suddenly occurred to him that there was once a boy who said: Young master, this hydrangea is very similar to you.

He thought that the boy must have lied.

Because, this hydrangea must not be as cold as him.

Moxuan Pavilion, servants come in and out.

Inside the house, the sandalwood box on the desk was emitting bursts of dark fragrance.The bed collapsed, Yin Qing was still asleep with her eyes closed.Her black hair was scattered, and an abnormal red tide appeared on her face, and her red lips, like peach blossoms in March, were pale.

The imperial doctor who was over half a century old was sitting on a mahogany chair, with a red silk thread on one hand, and the other end of the silk thread was Yin Qing's wrist.As she frowned, the creases at the corners of her eyes deepened.

"Lord Lin, my prince..."

"Shh..."

The imperial doctor opened his half-closed eyes and put away the silk thread, "The high fever doesn't go away. It looks like it must have been a fever for a few days, right? Moreover, the prince seems to have a breath of energy that has been resisting and triggering her high fever. It's good." Let’s take a rest! You must not be exposed to the wind anymore, and open the windows a little to let the sunlight in! I’ll take the medicine, and you tell the servants to boil it.”

As he said that, the imperial doctor took the medicine box he brought over, took out the medicine from the medicine box, and started mixing it.

Before the medicine was handed out, Chi Jing next to him stretched out his hand and took the medicine.Passed the medicine to Yin Hong, took the wet handkerchief from her hand and covered Yin Qing's forehead.

(End of this chapter)