Feminine world Feng Qingcheng

Chapter 74
Xiao Yanchu held the tray in one hand, and knocked on the red-painted door in front of him with the other, "Zicheng, can you come out to eat first?"

After a while, there was still no one answering the door.

Xiao Yanchu's eyes were full of helplessness, but mixed with deep anger.

Feeling that the tray stood there for a long time, it was confirmed that Mo Zicheng was like the previous five days, his body swayed slightly, he turned and left.

Is he blaming her?Blame her for tricking him here.

So he didn't eat, drink, or talk, just to torture her and himself?

In the bright room, Mo Zicheng, dressed in blue, was lying on the bed, Juechen's face was still cold but pale and thin, and his eyes could not hide the tiredness.

Staring blankly at Fu Sheng who was spinning between his fingers, his thin lips were tightly pursed.

It's the fifth day, and I don't know why, but I can't lift my energy.

The last expression on Yin Qing's warm and jade-like face appeared in his mind from time to time.

How ridiculous!
Now, it is that person's face that keeps appearing in his mind.

Suddenly, outside the open window, Feng Yue's delicate face was revealed, smiling very happily.

Mo Zicheng glanced casually, then lowered his head indifferently.

With this glance, Feng Yue froze in place as if struck by lightning.

Why did he not see you for a few days, but he turned into this appearance.

Where does this look like the most beautiful man in the capital?
A face without any makeup or makeup is covered with almost transparent paleness and thinness, which can be broken at the touch of a touch. The phoenix eyes that used to be bubbling and shining with brilliance are now dull and lacklustre. , under the eyes is a tired look that cannot be hidden, and the thin lips that are not very red are already a little chapped.

Suddenly, as if being choked by something, Feng Yue felt extremely sad, and opened her mouth slightly, "Master..."

Like a thunder on the ground, Mo Zicheng suddenly turned his head, and suddenly found that Feng Yue, who he thought was an illusion, really appeared in front of him.

I saw him crawling in through the open window, holding a lunch box and a bag of well-packed things in his hand.

"How did you come."

After several days of not speaking, Mo Zicheng's voice has become hoarse and dull, which is much worse than the original cold and clear voice.

Fengyue's heart was filled with countless sorrows, resisting the urge to cry, she put the food box she was carrying on the table.

"Feng Yue, you belong to her."

Incomparably plain, it is not an interrogative sentence, but a declarative sentence.

Feng Yue's hand that was carrying out the food in the food box trembled, but she didn't deny it.

His task is to stay by Mo Zicheng's side and take care of him, so that he cannot discover his true identity.

It's good now, he figured it out by himself. Could it be that he is so obvious?

"Isn't it?"

That night, except for calling him, his eyes kept looking at that person.

How could he pay attention to Feng Yue's expression at that moment?

That's because, a few days ago, he suspected that Feng Yue was hers.

Until the last time when he and Xiao Yanchu left, Fengyue's eyes were on that person, and she couldn't hide her worry.

Now, it can be regarded as understanding one thing.

Feng Yue then brought out the dishes in the food box and placed them on the round table, with a soft voice, "Master, come and eat something."

"Young Master?" Mo Zicheng laughed mockingly.

He never thought that the person who had been with him for five years would be the person who had been arranged by his side all the time.

what is this?
Fengyue didn't seem to hear the sarcasm in his mouth, and walked towards him with a bowl of soup, "My lord, Fengyue has been with you for several years, when did you do something sorry for you?"

If he was going to hurt him, he could have done it long ago.

Feng Yue handed over the porcelain bowl in his hand to Mo Zicheng.

"Why are you staying by my side?"

for what purpose?
Mo Zicheng looked at himself in the concoction, and was stunned for a moment, "This..." Did she do it?
I really want to ask, but an inexplicable sense of loss hangs in my heart, and I don't want to speak for a while.

Feng Yue knew what he was referring to, and she nodded slightly without saying anything to refute.

"For eight years, have you not noticed that the taste of this dish is different from that of the cook at the Marquis of Zhongyi's residence?"

As if remembering something, Mo Zicheng suddenly raised his head and stared at Feng Yue.

Some answer seems to be breaking out of the ground.

"What do you mean?"

"That's what it means literally."

Feng Yue obviously didn't want to tell him this, but she still stood beside him patiently.

Yin Qing once told him that these things must not be let him know.

Now, they already know.

Sure enough, it was a miracle to be able to hide it from him for eight years.

Mo Zicheng is an extremely careful man, therefore, Yin Qing also took many countermeasures.

It was just to prevent these things from being exposed in front of his carefulness. However, after eight years of hiding, he still couldn't hide it now.

Maybe, that's enough.

Mo Zicheng picked up the spoon and tasted it, a little dazed, "Why..."

Why do these?
Looking at his appearance, Feng Yue sighed secretly.

"Wang Jun has the answer in his heart."

(End of this chapter)