Concubine with black belly in seeking love

Chapter 88: The Hidden Object (1)
"You shouldn't have kept it from me." Feng Shuchen was full of annoyance. It had been six years and she didn't even know about it. "If I didn't plan to have Gu Yingxue write a letter to trick you back to Beijing, did you plan to hide it from me?" Everyone, until..." until he died of poison.

"So, in a sense, I was able to find Tibetan spiritual ginseng because of you."

Feng Shuchen frowned and stared at Chang'an when he heard the words, his eyes were deep, as if he wanted to suck Chang'an into it, under such eyes, Chang'an felt a little nervous.

"Since you knew that Tibetan spiritual ginseng could save your life, you haven't taken any action in the past six years? Chang'an, you don't want to live at all..." At the end of the speech, Feng Shuchen's eyes were broken and gloomy.

There was silence in the carriage, the rustling autumn wind lifted a corner of the brocade curtain, and sent in the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus from nowhere, Chang An sighed inwardly, why was he so soft-hearted towards him?
"I don't want to die, but...it's not easy to want to live." Then, Chang An raised his hand to smooth the wrinkles between Feng Shuchen's brows, "Since I have already spoken, I will simply not hide it from you. The poison in the body cannot be detoxified with Tibetan spiritual ginseng, in addition to hidden spiritual ginseng, twelve herbs are needed, each of which is extremely difficult to find, so I..."

"So you just gave up, just stopped looking for it, and just waited to die, right? And I will never know that you died because of me, will I?"

"Are you angry?" This is not the usual him.

Seeing Chang An's probing expression, Feng Shuchen couldn't help but soften his tone, "Chang An, you can't treat me like this."

"Okay, it's my fault, okay?" Chang An's tone at this time was as if coaxing a child, Feng Shuchen couldn't help but glared at her, but Chang An laughed heartily when he saw this.

Feng Shuchen ignored it and said seriously: "When you arrive at the Qiandie Pavilion later, you write me all the other twelve herbs, and I will let someone find them." No matter what method...

Chang An was silent for a moment when he heard the words, and finally nodded in response: "Okay."

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The carriage drove straight into the back door of Qiandie Pavilion. After Feng Shuchen got out of the carriage with Chang An in his arms, the driver took the carriage to the stables with ease.

Seeing this, Chang An couldn't help jokingly said: "Before you said that you had never been here before, so it turns out that you always come in through the back door so 'sneaky'."

Feng Shuchen smiled and said: "I was afraid that you would think wrong? Besides, I have confessed to you before that I didn't come here to have fun. I am not the same as that Zhongli Xiujin."

At this time, hearing Feng Shuchen mention Zhongli Xiujin again, Changan felt a little uncomfortable, he had always regarded Zhongli Xiujin as a friend, but Feng Shuchen wanted to say such things this morning, it felt weird...

But before Chang An could think about it, Feng Shuchen took her hand and walked towards the inner courtyard.

Although autumn is getting cooler at this time, there is no sign of decay in the entire Qiandie Pavilion. The bamboos are green, the orchids are in full bloom, and the chrysanthemums are fragrant. The garden is still full of towering images.

Along the clear stream around the garden, Feng Shuchen and Chang An walked to the most secluded corner of the entire Qiandie Pavilion, pushed open the door, and Feng Shuchen led Chang An into the room.

The indoor furnishings at the eye are all cold and solemn, only a pair of light ink paintings hanging on the wall add a bit of warmth and tenderness to this cold and hard place.

The person in the painting is standing by the window, with three thousand hairs hanging behind her, white clothes and light fur, clear eyebrows, snowflakes are falling outside the window, and the woman is reaching out to catch the crystal snowflakes falling on her palm, with a slight smile on her mouth, There is a bit of warmth in this icy world.

(End of this chapter)