The fragrance of medicine is alluring, the farm elder sister is cool and cool

"I...haven't met the right one."

Wen Qingcheng saw that he was hesitant to speak. In the Great Qi Dynasty, it was all decided by the parents. How many people chose their own daughters? Since he said that no one was willing to marry their legitimate daughters to him, it seemed that Mo Jinghong must be from a wealthy family, because only wealthy families would be so persistent in seeking legitimate daughters.

"Can you tell me about your background and why you suddenly decided to leave?"

"My mother was the only legitimate daughter of the He family in Kyoto, but unfortunately she passed away when I was ten years old."

"The He family in Kyoto? Are you talking about the He family, the red-topped businessman of the Great Qi Dynasty? The largest medicinal materials merchant in the country?" Wen Qingcheng was shocked. She didn't expect Mo Jinghong to be so powerful.

Mo Jinghong nodded and continued, "After my mother passed away, she left me a lot of shops. I have been unruly these past few years and rarely asked about the affairs of the He family. Now that my grandfather is old, the people from the second and third houses are keeping a close eye on these businesses. If I don't go back, I'm afraid these people will ruin our family."

"Second wife, third wife? Isn't your mother an only child?"

"The second and third branches belong to my grandfather's two younger brothers. My grandfather founded the He family. Now that my grandfather has no children, the nephews and nieces of the second and third branches are eyeing the family business covetously. My grandfather intends to hand over all the family business to me in the future, but they are unwilling to do so."

Wen Qingcheng nodded and continued to ask: "Why haven't you mentioned your father's family..."

Mo Jinghong's expression changed visibly. Wen Qingcheng realized that she had said the wrong thing and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, that glass of drugged wine was obviously meant for you, why did Third Brother drink it?"

Mo Jinghong's eyes were dark. Wen Qingcheng sat opposite him, facing the setting sun outside the window, unable to see the expression on his face.

"Wen Qingcheng, do you care about Ruan Sanlang?" Mo Jinghong asked.

Wen Qingcheng frowned. What kind of question was this? She didn't care, but he couldn't hurt anyone. "You've already discovered that there was something wrong with that glass of wine, but you didn't say anything. Instead, you exchanged glasses with the third brother while he was using the toilet, right?"

"Correct."

"If it was poison, Third Brother would probably be dead by now."

"I know it's not poison."

Wen Qingcheng chuckled, "You know? The medicine is so soluble in water that you can't even see it. Based on your guess, isn't it poison?"

"My grandfather, the He family, is the largest medicinal material merchant in the country. Do you think I can't tell whether it is poison or not?" Mo Jinghong said with a serious face.

He had seen all kinds of intrigues since he was a child. This kind of medicine had a unique fragrance, and he could tell it was poison just by smelling it. If he couldn't even tell whether it was poison or not, he would have been dead in that mansion where people were eaten without leaving any bones.

"Even if it wasn't poison, you knew he was drugged and still made him drink it. I always feel that you are not so...friendly to the third brother."

Mo Jinghong glanced at Wen Qingcheng and thought: You have Ruan Sanlang and A Falcon in your eyes, but not me, right? Mo Jinghong paused and said, "The enemy is in the dark, and we are in the light. I am also using their tricks to pull out the enemy in the dark. After I leave, you will have a clear idea."

After hearing this, Wen Qingcheng looked at Mo Jinghong apologetically. It turned out that he had thought so far ahead for them, while she was making malicious assumptions about him.

"I'm sorry, I was overthinking it. Um...when are you leaving?"

"Are you going to kick me out so soon?" A hint of disappointment flashed across Mo Jinghong's eyes.

Wen Qingcheng hurriedly explained, fearing that he would misunderstand. "Oh, no, why would you think so? We are a family, and this is your second home. You can stay as long as you want."

Mo Jinghong pondered for a moment and said, "Qingcheng, come with me to Kyoto."

He had gotten used to the days with Wen Qingcheng, and it was hard to let her go. He was dragged by Wen Liang to be his son-in-law when he was not in a clear mind. Although there was no marriage certificate, no matchmaker, and no real husband and wife, he believed from the bottom of his heart that Wen Qingcheng was his woman. If he left her in Yueya Village, Ruan Sanlang would definitely take advantage of the situation.

Although he can't give her a name now, as long as he treats her well, it's the same. Mo Jinghong thought so, but was rejected by Wen Qingcheng unexpectedly. "No, my family is here, I won't go to Kyoto with you. Take care of yourself, live your life well, and be safe, then I will be relieved."

"Don't you want to take the exam to become a pharmacist? Didn't you say you wanted to find a pharmacy? I can arrange for you to go to He's. I can also buy a yard in Kyoto, and you can move there with your aunt and Zicheng."

Wen Qingcheng smiled, knowing that he really wanted her family to go to Kyoto, but... from what Mo Jinghong said, it could be seen that his family situation was complicated. Their marriage to a wealthy family was not up to them. What status would their family have if they went there? His mistress?

"It's impossible for me to take my whole family with me. Maybe one day when my career becomes bigger and I pass the exam to become a junior pharmacist, an intermediate pharmacist, and then a senior pharmacist, or a top pharmaceutical instructor, we will see each other again in Kyoto."

When Mo Jinghong heard her say no herself, his eyes dimmed. "Don't you miss me?"

Wen Qingcheng naturally thought about him. She missed him even before he left. But what was the use of thinking about him? They were not in the same circle, so there was no way anything would work out.

Thinking of this, Wen Qingcheng felt very sad and could only use laughter to hide her sadness: "Oh, don't be so sentimental. I'm in Crescent Moon Village. Come back often when you have nothing to do. We will also look for you when we go to Kyoto in the future."

At this time, Ye Xiuying got up, looked at the dark sky outside and muttered, "Ah, I fell asleep." Then she stood at the stairs and shouted to the second floor, "Qingcheng, let's have fried chicken for dinner."

Wen Qingcheng in the study room quickly responded: "Okay."

Afterwards, Wen Qingcheng smiled and asked Mo Jinghong to go downstairs for dinner. Mo Jinghong grabbed Wen Qingcheng's wrist, leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Don't tell Auntie today. She's too tired these days. Don't let her think too much."

Wen Qingcheng nodded, and the two of them went downstairs one after another. Ye Xiuying said, "We still have some fried chicken left in the pot from lunch. Let's heat it up and eat it today."

"Okay, Mom, you go and see the kids. I'll go heat up the steamed buns. They're ready." Wen Qingcheng didn't wait for Ye Xiuying to refuse and went into the kitchen first.

Looking at Wen Qingcheng's graceful back, Mo Jinghong's eyes flashed with a smile. Not long after, Wen Qingcheng came with a big plate of fried chicken with a smile on her face.

Ah Falcon hurriedly brought over the bowls, chopsticks and steamed buns. During the meal, Mo Jinghong looked at Wen Qingcheng from time to time, and the two of them remained silent.

Wen Qingcheng didn't know why, they were so close when he was in the first grade of junior high school, but now that she knew he had recovered his memory and was Mo Jinghong, she felt that he was a stranger.

After dinner, Ye Xiuying went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, while Wen Qingcheng cleaned the table. She was always absent-minded and almost dropped the cup on the ground. Fortunately, she was quick and caught it just before it slipped out of her fingers. Suddenly, a big hand covered the back of her hand.

Wen Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw that it was Mo Jinghong. The two smiled at each other. Mo Jinghong felt the soft little hands in his palms, and his Adam's apple rolled. After Wen Qingcheng held them firmly, he immediately withdrew his hands.

"Thank you." Wen Qingcheng turned her back and said with her head slightly turned.

"Why are you so absent-minded?" Mo Jinghong said with a smile.

"No, I'm fine. Maybe I'm a little tired recently. I also have to prepare for the junior pharmacist exam. Registration is at the end of April. I'm going to the county town to find a job in the next two days. I have to work in a pharmacy to pass the pharmacy registration."

The registration for junior pharmacists is relatively simple, and you only need a pharmacy to register on your behalf. If you want to take the exam for intermediate pharmacists, the difficulty will double, the registration threshold will also be high, and you must have three years of experience working in a pharmacy.

Mo Jinghong's eyes were deep, as if they could see through people's hearts. Wen Qingcheng lowered her eyes guiltily. Her heart was in a mess. She dropped the cup in her hand and turned to go to the bedroom upstairs.