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

Mo Jinghong gradually let go of her, with disappointment and dejection on his face. She actually resisted him so much. Wen Qingcheng knew that it would be difficult for them to meet again after they separated. It was difficult to define their relationship. Family? Friends? Anyway, they were not real husband and wife, so how could they do such intimate actions? She hated all unclear ambiguity.

Mo Jinghong reached out and pinched Wen Qingcheng's jaw, applying a little force to straighten her face so that she could look into his eyes.

Wen Qingcheng wanted to break free, but he held her waist with his other hand and she couldn't move. Mo Jinghong looked at her steadily, "Wen Qingcheng, you tell me, as long as you tell me to stay, I will stay."

Wen Qingcheng knew that he had his own family and career, and they would be separated sooner or later. What was the point of forcing him to stay at this moment?

"Let me go and go. The door of the Wen family is always open to you." Wen Qingcheng said with pain in her heart.

She is such an extremely emotional yet extremely rational person. If you don't make a decision, you will suffer the consequences. The moon should be released back to the sky, and everyone should be happy.

Mo Jinghong sneered, "Okay, Wen Qingcheng, you are cold-hearted and cruel enough." Mo Jinghong was also a proud man. He had never begged anyone since he was a child, but she actually rejected him.

"A Falcon!"

A Falcon appeared from the woods. This was the first time that Wen Qingcheng saw A Falcon perform Qing Kung Fu. He just tapped his toes lightly, landed steadily on the carriage, and pulled the reins.

Mo Jinghong jumped onto the carriage in a huff, turned around and looked at Wen Qingcheng deeply, and seeing that she had nothing to say, he said coldly, "I'm leaving, see you later, it depends on fate."

After saying that, Mo Jinghong got into the carriage, and the two of them rode away. Wen Qingcheng watched the carriage go farther and farther away, and then her legs softened, she squatted down, and tears rolled to the ground like beads that had broken off the string. These tears didn't seem to flow from her eyes, but more like tears from her heart, mixed with the sadness of parting, and vented together.

Soon, Wen Qingcheng adjusted her mood and got on the horse. After venting, she suddenly felt a little more cheerful.

After returning home, Wen Qingcheng went upstairs with a gloomy look on her face and pushed open Chuyi's door. His bed and all the furnishings were still the same as before. There was still his scent in the room, as if she had never left.

Wen Qingcheng picked up his pillow, and her heart ached. She forced herself not to think about him, put down the pillow, closed the door, and looked through the window at the yard downstairs. Ye Xiuying was cooking dinner in the kitchen. The small firewood room next to the kitchen was full of chopped firewood. He chopped it a few days in advance because he was afraid that they, an orphan and a widow, would have no firewood to burn.

Two dishes were cooked for dinner. Wen Qingcheng locked herself in the room, using the excuse that she was not hungry. Zicheng had been crying since he knew Chuyi was gone. Only Ye Xiuying ate a few bites and had no appetite.

Ye Xiuying was secretly worried about Wen Qingcheng. She knew her own daughter well, and although she appeared to be indifferent, she was actually sad.

Ye Xiuying carried Wen Yuxue to Wen Qingcheng's room. She knocked on the door and went in, and saw Wen Qingcheng sitting on the bed, not crying and showing no expression.

"Qingcheng, the first day of the new year has been a good day, don't be sad."

When Chuyi's name was mentioned, Wen Qingcheng's heart seemed to be kneaded by a pair of hands, but she didn't show anything on her face. She said lightly: "Chuyi said that he will come to see you when he is free."

Ye Xiuying nodded with relief, although she knew that Chuyi would never come back. She sighed and said, "At that time, your father didn't expect that he would recover his memory and leave one day. Sometimes I wonder whether it is good or bad for you to cure his stupidity."

"Of course it is good. It is better to live a clear life."

Ye Xiuying nodded, and secretly felt fortunate for her daughter's choice. Even if she didn't become a real couple with Chuyi, she would still find her own happiness.

"Fortunately, you are not a real couple. You have not formally worshipped heaven and earth, and you do not have a marriage certificate. Others do not know the situation, but your third brother's family knows. You..."

Wen Qingcheng understood what Ye Xiuying said. She was afraid that others would think she was married. Ruan Sanlang understood her situation and would not mind.

"Mom, let's not talk about the first day of the new year."

Ye Xiuying noticed Wen Qingcheng's forbearance and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, Qingcheng, have you signed up today?"

"Not only did I register, I also had an interview." Wen Qingcheng told Ye Xiuying about the interview, and Ye Xiuying also felt that there would be no problem.

......

On the way, they found an inn to rest for a night. The next morning, Ah Falcon whipped the carriage and galloped on the official road. Mo Jinghong in the carriage said nothing, because he knew that his master was still angry.

This beautiful girl usually seems to be very nice to the young master and to me, but why is she so cold when we are leaving? Alas, women's hearts are as unfathomable as the sea.

"Sir, we are just ahead of Tongji City. Do you want to find an inn there to rest?"

After a long while, Mo Jinghong's deep voice came from the carriage: "Go to Tongji Mansion...Wang's family."

Although Ah Falcon was puzzled, he did not ask any more questions and drove to the Wang family in Tongji Prefecture. The Wang family was the Wangji Pharmacy where Wen Qingcheng was going to apply for a job, and it was also the largest supplier of He's in Kyoto.

Mo Jinghong's sudden visit caught Wang Bozhen, the head of Wang Ji, off guard. If the doorman hadn't held the He family's token, he would have thought he had misheard.

Wang Bozhen personally ran to the door and welcomed Mo Jinghong and A Xuan in.

"Mr. Mo, why didn't you send someone to inform me in advance so that I could prepare a banquet and go out of the city to pick you up."

"I'm sorry for coming here so unexpectedly. How are you these days, uncle?"

"Okay, everything is fine, Mr. Mo, please come in."

Wang Bozhen invited Mo Jinghong and his servant in and led them to the front hall. He turned around and called a servant from the mansion, and whispered to the servant: "Quick, let the young lady change her clothes and come to the front hall."

The three of them walked into the front hall, and immediately a maid came in with a cup of fragrant tea.

Wang Bozhen took a sip of the fragrant tea and said with a smile: "When you came here, did you go to the South Market to have a look? There are all kinds of rare and exotic medicinal herbs there."

Wang Bozhen was surprised that Mo Jinghong suddenly came to Tongji Mansion. It was said that he had not appeared in He's for more than a year. Did he come to Tongji Mansion this time to inspect other suppliers? Their Wang family has been supplying He's for many years. Although the quality has been a little worse in the past two years, he sends a large number of gifts to He's every year. He can't stop them from supplying exclusively, right?

Mo Jinghong stood up and walked to a landscape painting, praising: "Wang Shibo is really a man of elegance and refinement. This painting must be the original work of Shuitian Shanren."

Wang Bozhen also stood up and walked over, responding with a smile. Seeing that he could not find out Mo Jinghong's intention for coming to Tongji Prefecture this time, he did not ask any more questions and followed his words to talk about the landscape painting in front of him.

After chatting for a while, the door creaked open and a slim young girl in a light pink wide-sleeved gauze dress walked in.

"Father..." the girl called.

"Master Mo, this is my daughter Yunxi, who is sixteen years old this year. I have been interested in studying pharmacology since I was a child. Yunxi, why don't you come and meet Master Mo."

Mo Jinghong turned around and glanced at Wang Yunxi calmly. Wang Yunxi lowered her eyes and bowed gently to Mo Jinghong. "Mr. Mo, I am fine."

Mo Jinghong smiled politely. Wang Yunxi looked up at Mo Jinghong's tall and straight body, his face as if carved by a knife, his sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, and his imposing manner. She couldn't help but stare at him in a daze.

Wang Bozhen saw his daughter's silly look and coughed softly, "Yunxi, Master Mo is the heir of the He family in Kyoto. Didn't you just make some pills recently? Bring them to Master Mo for some advice."

Wang Yunxi came back to her senses in an instant and asked the maid to go down and get the medicine for her. Soon, the maid came back with a brocade box in her hand.