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

Seeing Wen Qingcheng's face full of questions, Mo Jinghong took the initiative to talk about his life experience. The current emperor's surname is Mo, and Mo Jinghong's father, the King of Qin, is the current emperor's half-brother, born to the noble concubine.

After the emperor ascended the throne, he appointed him as the King of Qin and granted him a mansion. The noble concubine also left the palace and went to live with her son in the King of Qin's mansion.

The first princess consort of the King of Qin died after giving birth to a son. He later married the eldest daughter of the He family, who was Mo Jinghong's mother. Unfortunately, she also died a few years after giving birth to Mo Jinghong. The current princess consort is the younger sister of the first princess consort. She gave birth to a son who is two years younger than Mo Jinghong. The other children are born to several concubines of the King of Qin.

Now, the new princess had been with the King of Qin when Mo Jinghong's mother was in power. Mo Jinghong's mother was in poor health to begin with. After learning about this, she became ill and died with hatred. So Mo Jinghong hated his father since he was a child. After the new princess moved into the palace, she often whispered in the King of Qin's ear. Mo Jinghong was never favored by the King of Qin, and he was blamed for his brother's misfortune.

Since Mo Jinghong's eldest brother was born with disabled legs, the King of Qin would not let his disabled son inherit the throne, so the position of the crown prince naturally fell to Mo Jinghong. Unfortunately, for many years, Mo Jinghong took the blame for his brothers, his stepmother instigated him intentionally or unintentionally, and those absurd rumors made the King of Qin dislike him and only regarded him as a dandy boy, so he wrote to His Majesty to revoke his position as the crown prince.

"The position of the crown prince is originally yours. Why don't you explain? Why do you have to take the blame?"

"I didn't care about the position of the crown prince at all, but the current situation forces me to fight for it. It's mine, and I must take it all back!"

"When you were injured and rescued by my father, did you escape because you took the blame for someone else?"

Mo Jinghong nodded, "It's not me who has to bear the brunt of this. It was my brother who used my name, but my father would never believe me. That day, my brother committed a crime and burned down the casino. Others didn't know his identity and thought he was Mo Jinghong, so my father let me flee Kyoto. Who would have thought that I would be hunted down by other hostile forces in the court?"

"Oh my God, is the crisis over now? Are you safe?" Wen Qingcheng didn't expect that Mo Jinghong's situation was so difficult.

"For the time being, they dare not attack me again."

"That's good." Wen Qingcheng felt relieved.

Mo Jinghong pulled a bitter smile from the corner of his mouth, "My family situation is like this, it's a bit complicated."

Wen Qingcheng originally felt that she and Mo Jinghong were very far apart, and when she learned that he was actually from the royal family, she thought that there was no future for them. She was as emotional as she was rational, and they couldn't decide their marriages.

"Brother Mo, have you ever thought about this? I am just an ordinary citizen without any background. If you want to regain the throne of the crown prince in the future, you must marry a noble lady from a famous family. Only then will she be helpful to you in the court."

"Before, I only wanted to marry a daughter of a famous family, but now that I have met you, it is no longer important to me whether you have help or not!"

Wen Qingcheng never dared to give her heart to him. It is easy to fall in love but hard to stay together. She was very afraid that if two people who loved each other could not be together in the future, or had to share him with other women, how painful she would be then.

"I don't know..." Wen Qingcheng didn't dare to think further, so she pushed Mo Jinghong, walked around him, ran to the small side door on the second floor under the roof garden, and slammed it shut. Wen Qingcheng leaned on the other side of the door to calm herself down.

Mo Jinghong looked at Wen Qingcheng closing the door, his eyes dimmed instantly, his heart felt like it was hit by a club, and he laughed at himself, "It turns out that she never had any feelings for me, I was just being sentimental..."

As the thought flashed through his mind, the door suddenly opened and Wen Qingcheng, in a white dress fluttering in the wind, looked like a noble fairy. At this moment, Wen Qingcheng was looking at him with excitement.

The next second, Wen Qingcheng ran over, threw herself into his arms, and rested her head on his shoulder. "I don't know what our future will be like, but right now, at this moment, I like you too."

Mo Jinghong was startled for a moment, then his dark eyes lit up. He reached out and hugged Wen Qingcheng tightly. Feeling the warmth and softness in his arms, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise. He lowered his head and couldn't help but kiss Wen Qingcheng's hair.

In the dark, Yinfu and Yunpeng looked at the always cold and majestic Master, with a big smile on his face, and looked at each other. Yunpeng sighed and said, "It's the first time I see the Master laugh so happily."

After a long time, Wen Qingcheng got up from Mo Jinghong's arms, looked up and met his pair of bright starry eyes that seemed to be able to suck people in, and quickly lowered her eyelids and murmured in a low voice: "I just said how I feel about you at this moment, I didn't agree with you."

Mo Jinghong smiled bitterly. Although Wen Qingcheng had not agreed to be with him, he was still very happy that they had made their feelings for each other clear. He understood Wen Qingcheng's concerns. He would earn a career on his own, and no one could stop him from marrying Wen Qingcheng.

Wen Qingcheng slept exceptionally well that night, and seemed to have dreamed of a warm and solid embrace...

The next morning, Wen Qingcheng just went downstairs to the yard to wash up, and saw Mo Jinghong in the kitchen, with Ye Xiuying and A Xuan standing on either side of the door.

"What are you all doing in the kitchen?"

Ah Falcon raised his lips and said, "Happy birthday, Miss Wen."

Ye Xiuying glanced at the busy figures in the kitchen and said with a smile: "Chuyi came to cook early this morning, and he wouldn't let me help."

Mo Jinghong's voice came from the kitchen: "Qingcheng, go wash up first. The longevity noodles will be ready soon."

Wen Qingcheng felt sweet in her heart, but it was a pity that Mo Jinghong had to leave. Thinking of this, Wen Qingcheng felt a little heartbroken. She rarely had so many emotions, and only when facing Mo Jinghong would she become so sentimental.

I took a deep breath of the fresh morning air and my mood improved. I stopped thinking too much and just enjoyed the happiness of the moment.

After washing up, Wen Qingcheng came to the living room on the first floor, only to find that in addition to the longevity noodles, there was also a surprise. Mo Jinghong handed Wen Qingcheng a large exquisite box.

"what is this?"

Wen Zicheng had been curious for a long time, rubbing his hands together, and hurriedly urged Wen Qingcheng to open it. "Big sister, please open it and take a look."

Wen Qingcheng opened the box, and a golden light flashed. Ye Xiuying came over to take a look, and it turned out to be a pure gold phoenix tassel hair crown. The golden phoenix crown was made lifelike, like a phoenix spreading its wings ready to fly, with golden tassels hanging on the phoenix's head, shining in the sunlight, and the phoenix's tail inlaid with tiny pearls, turquoise, and rubies, which was extremely gorgeous.

"This is too gorgeous!" Ye Xiuying carefully stretched out her fingertips to touch the gorgeous phoenix crown. Although Zicheng was a boy and had little interest in women's jewelry, he also laughed at such a gorgeous phoenix crown.

Wen Qingcheng couldn't help but curl up her lips. She leaned over to Mo Jinghong and whispered, "I haven't agreed to be with you yet. Is this your betrothal gift to me?"