Feminine world Feng Qingcheng

Chapter 75
Now that there is an answer, there is no need for others like them to answer it, right?
On Mo Zicheng's cold face, all expressions were frozen, but the movements of his hands remained the same.

The soup flowed down his throat, and it was so delicious that he wanted to cry, like a warm current passing through the bottom of his heart.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, he just knew that the taste was the same as every time he drank it before, and it was also extremely fragrant.

"Answer?" He didn't.

Feng Yue helped him up from the soft bed, and then walked to the round table, every dish was so delicate.

Picking up the chopsticks, Mo Zicheng was slightly stunned while taking a bite.

The inexplicable sense of familiarity came again.

If it wasn't for the time when she fell into the cliff and she cooked food, then he would never believe that a woman is still a prince who can cook.

Feng Yue spread the dishes for him, with a slight smile on her pretty face, "The answer is that the master has been in love with the son for longer than the son has been with the master."

"clang"

Chopsticks slip off.

Mo Zicheng lowered his head, with unconcealable panic in his eyes.

Does he care about her?Have it?
How could he be interested in her?

A mean and shameless villain!

However, she actually cared about him.

So long, eight years!

This is impossible!It must be impossible!

Fengyue didn't seem to see his panic, and handed the chopsticks between her fingers to Mo Zicheng, "Master, you must believe what Fengyue said."

Should I believe it?

Looking at Feng Yue's unfamiliar yet familiar face, Mo Zicheng was speechless for a moment.

He thought, Fengyue's true face should be like this now, not the shy, lively and cheerful man who can act like a baby.

Fengyue looked at him eating food in silence, turned around and poured a little Anshenxiang into the sandalwood box.

Immediately, the whole room was filled with a dark fragrance.

Mo Zicheng's food intake is extremely small, and he doesn't want to eat any more after only a few mouthfuls of each dish.

Since he hadn't eaten for a few days, he started to vomit after eating a little more.
Feng Yue understood his physical condition, so she didn't say much.

In the past few years, Yin Qing has been trying her best to make him eat more.

The taste of Mozicheng is quite light, and those that are too greasy are usually not touched.Therefore, Yinqing usually adds traditional Chinese medicine to the soup, and when cooking for him, he also chooses some light ingredients.

Fengyue put all the remaining vegetables into the food box and asked him in a deep voice: "My lord, do you want to sleep for a while?"

The scent of Anshenxiang is very quiet, as long as people who are sleep-deprived smell a little, they will have the idea of ​​falling asleep.

Mo Zicheng suppressed the water waves slightly, stood up and walked towards the bed.

Feeling inexplicably sleepy, the feeling of wanting to fall asleep filled his whole thoughts.

"Young master, go to bed first!"

Feng Yue pulled the quilt over him, carried the food box and walked out the door.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he went out, he was frightened by Xiao Yanchu outside the door.

Xiao Yanchu looked at Fengyue with a dazed expression on his face.

This look shows that she heard the conversation between them.

Feng Yue didn't want to talk to Xiao Yanchu very much, so she just glanced at her slightly, then walked forward.

Xiao Yanchu obviously didn't expect Feng Yue to leave like this, and hurriedly stood in front of him, a look of unnaturalness flashed in his eyes, but his face was slightly anxious, "Are you sent by Lord Mu?"

"Yes!" Without hesitation.

Xiao Yanchu took a step back and looked at him absent-mindedly.

She did not expect that Feng Yue, who had been by Mo Zicheng's side for five years as a personal servant, was actually sent by Yin Qing.

She also didn't expect that in the past five years, Zicheng had only occasionally eaten at the same table with them.

It turned out that it wasn't because Feng Yue was capable of preparing three meals a day, but because the person behind him was capable!
A nameless fire suddenly burned all over his body.

It turned out that she had already lost to her long ago!
Feng Yue glanced at Xiao Yanchu coldly, and passed her by, "Miss Tang, there are some people that Xiao can't think of."

In a word, Xiao Yanchu was completely driven into the abyss, and Feng Yue was allowed to go farther and farther, but she never recovered.

It's not that I don't understand what he means, I just don't want to understand.

Xiao Yanchu went straight forward and pushed open the door.

In the inner room, Mo Zicheng, who looked pale, was sleeping soundly on the bed,
Breathe evenly, and every sound is accompanied by a slight breath.

Even sleeping seemed to be very distressed, and his brows were slightly frowned.

Xiao Yanchu smoothed the creases between his brows with his hands, stared at him for a long time, then turned and walked out of the room.

She still couldn't figure it out, the days she had been with him were the longest, but she had never seen his smile.

He was always just indifferent to her, expressionless.

She also knew what stood between the two of them, and that was the blood relationship between cousins ​​and brothers.

blood!She hated this damned blood!

Xiao Yanchu lowered his head and looked at his right arm hanging on the side, clenched his fists tightly and then loosened them.

She thought that her right hand would remain disabled like this, but unexpectedly, three years ago, she ran into an expert who healed her arm.

He also taught her martial arts, but disappeared without a trace after a short while.

She knew that he felt guilty towards her, but even so, she was willing to continue to pretend that her right arm was disabled.

Sure enough, she succeeded.

(End of this chapter)