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

On the way back, Wen Qingcheng couldn't help but ask, "Brother Falcon, is Yinfu still here?"

Ah Falcon didn't know that Mo Jinghong and Wen Qingcheng were quarreling because of Yin Fu, and was a little confused. He thought: Is he here? Could it be that Miss Wen was asking if Yin Fu was by her side to protect her? Or if he was in Kyoto? "He's not here anymore..."

Wen Qingcheng's head "boomed", and she felt dizzy, her eyes were sore, and tears soon blurred her vision. The bits and pieces of her interactions with Yinfu emerged in her mind, and his voice was still echoing in her ears. In Jiangling City, they depended on each other for life and death, and they were comrades-in-arms and relatives. His love for her was still vivid in her mind, but now because of her, he died at a young age. She didn't know how to face Mo Jinghong. If someone else killed Yinfu, maybe she would take revenge, but why did it have to be Mo Jinghong. Seeing that Wen Qingcheng didn't ask any more questions, Ah Falcon outside the carriage didn't say anything.

After returning to Changchun Courtyard, Wen Qingcheng lay on the bed with a pale face, as if all the strength in her body had been drained.

When she woke up the next day, she felt sore and weak all over, and her stomach ached. In the past, Wen Qingcheng's body did not feel any pain during menstruation, but she had been feeling depressed for the past few days, and had hardly eaten anything and had trouble sleeping. She had lost a lot of weight and her body was in bad shape.

Bai Wei brought breakfast over early and prepared hot water for Wen Qingcheng to wash up. "Bai Wei, I feel a little unwell. Please ask for leave from Manager Liu for me."

"What's wrong with the girl? Is it your period..."

Wen Qingcheng nodded with a pale face and sweat on her forehead. Bai Wei poured Wen Qingcheng a cup of hot water and went to ask for leave for her.

Bai Wei ran into Mo Jinghong and A Xuan as soon as she left the hospital. "Bai Wei, where are you going in such a hurry?" A Xuan asked.

Bai Wei bowed to Mo Jinghong and replied, "Our young lady is not feeling well today, so I sent this servant to ask for leave from Manager Liu."

Mo Jinghong's expression changed, and he strode into Changchun Courtyard. When Bai Wei saw Mo Jinghong go in, she hurriedly followed him in to inform Wen Qingcheng.

Wen Qingcheng changed into plain clothes today, wearing a white camellia hairpin on her head, sitting by the window with her eyebrows slightly frowned, looking so beautiful. Mo Jinghong stood at the door, looking at the girl who haunted his dreams.

Wen Qingcheng noticed Mo Jinghong and felt a surge of excitement in her heart, but on the surface she remained calm. She stood up and walked towards Mo Jinghong, bowing, "The prince is here..."

Mo Jinghong frowned slightly, very dissatisfied with her address to him. He had come to her house, which meant that he wanted to reconcile. Couldn't she give him a way out? He had never apologized to anyone since he was a child. He was a man with his own dignity and pride. Did she really have to let him apologize humbly before she would forgive him? He didn't expect her attitude to be so cold and distant. In the past, when she saw him coming, she would be very happy and run to welcome him like a happy little bird.

Mo Jinghong stared at Wen Qingcheng without blinking. Seeing that she had lost weight and looked pale, he softened his voice and asked, "Why do you look so bad?"

Wen Qingcheng turned away from him. Even though her attitude was cold, Mo Jinghong felt pity for her when he saw how haggard she was. His dissatisfaction just now was swept away. "I'll get a doctor for you."

Mo Jinghong was about to go out and tell Ah Falcon to find a doctor when he heard Wen Qingcheng say in a calm voice behind him, "Don't worry, my lord. I'm fine."

Mo Jinghong turned around and approached, "Do you have to do this to me?" Wen Qingcheng had just taken the painkiller, and it hadn't yet disintegrated in her body and took effect. Her lower abdomen was still in severe pain, as if it was being stabbed by a knife. She couldn't help but moan, her body softened, and she slowly squatted down.

"What's wrong with you?" Mo Jinghong nervously stepped forward and hugged Wen Qingcheng. Feeling her soft body falling into his arms, Mo Jinghong's heart moved, and he threw away all his dignity as a man, and whispered: "Cheng'er, it's my fault..."

"Let me go." Wen Qingcheng stood firm and reached out to push Mo Jinghong, "Go away." Wen Qingcheng could no longer control the tears that fell from her eyes while beating Mo Jinghong.

"Cheng'er, Cheng'er, you're not feeling well, don't get excited." Mo Jinghong stood there and let her hit him, saying softly, "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have been mean to you that day, and I shouldn't have been so jealous."

In fact, that day, Mo Jinghong was not only concerned about Yin Fu because Wen Qingcheng cared about Yin Fu, but also because he knew how Wen Qingcheng and the prince met, and that the prince had considered taking Wen Qingcheng into the Eastern Palace. This made him feel very uncomfortable, and Wen Qingcheng cared about Yin Fu very much, which made him feel that the little girl who originally belonged to him was no longer his. In a fit of anger, he lied to her and said that Yin Fu was dead.

After hearing how intense the fight was going on inside, Ah Falcon hurried in to check. As soon as he reached the door, he saw through the crack that his own young master was standing there being beaten by Wen Qingcheng, saying those humble and flattering words. Was this still the young master and general who was so majestic, cold and arrogant on the battlefield?

Ah Falcon didn't dare to go in and disturb them, so he quietly closed the door. Wen Qingcheng had beaten him enough, and Mo Jinghong frowned and said softly, "It seems that he is really ill, and he doesn't even have the strength to hit people."

Upon hearing this, Wen Qingcheng punched Mo Jinghong hard on the chest. Mo Jinghong suddenly frowned, covered his chest and groaned.

"Brother Mo, what's wrong with you?" Wen Qingcheng went to check on Mo Jinghong with tears in her eyes. He had just cleared the poison from his body last night and there was a wound on his arm. She didn't know where else on his body he was injured.

Seeing Wen Qingcheng looking him up and down with concern and nervousness on her face, Mo Jinghong raised the corners of his mouth, leaned over, put one hand under Wen Qingcheng's knees, and picked her up sideways.

"......You lied to me! I will never forgive you again." Wen Qingcheng saw that Mo Jinghong lied to her and burst into tears in grievance.

Mo Jinghong carried Wen Qingcheng to the bed, put her down gently, covered her with a blanket, and looked at her deeply. "I did lie to you, but not this time." Mo Jinghong noticed that Wen Qingcheng was wearing a white camellia hairpin on her head, and reached out to take it off for her. "You also wore a plain white outfit for Yinfu. If he knew, he would definitely be very touched."

Speaking of Yinfu, Wen Qingcheng glared at him, and her abdomen ached again. Mo Jinghong sighed, "What should I do with you? Well, I tell you, Yinfu is not dead. He is recovering in one of my courtyards outside Beijing."

Mo Jinghong has confidence in himself and Wen Qingcheng, so he is not jealous of his shadow guard. Wen Qingcheng cares about her lifesaver, which proves that she is a person of love and loyalty. However, when Mo Jinghong sees Yin Fu, he will inevitably say something shady to him, but he will not really kill him. Mo Jinghong also knows that if he really kills Yin Fu in anger, Wen Qingcheng will never forgive him in her life.

When Wen Qingcheng heard the news, her eyes widened and she looked at him in disbelief. She had clearly asked A Falcon yesterday, and he said that Yinfu was gone...