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

Wang Yunxi brought a group of people back to the He family with downcast faces. They searched around but couldn't find Wen Qingcheng's house. They also knocked on the wrong door and were scolded by the security guards.

Seeing Wang Yunxi's angry look, Mr. He chuckled and said, "What's wrong, Madam?"

"Master~You are still laughing. We don't know where Wen Qingcheng is hiding. We searched everywhere but couldn't find her." Wang Yunxi said with a pout.

Mr. He laughed a few times, "Yun'er, don't be upset. You were out just now and don't know the situation. Wen Qingcheng was at the medicinal materials store. To prove her innocence, she jumped down from the second floor."

Wang Yunxi looked over in shock, her eyes sparkling, and asked hurriedly, "Is Wen Qingcheng dead?"

"She's not dead, but Jinghong saw her true face this time and is very disappointed in her. Wen Qingcheng has resigned, and you came right after she left." Mr. He Sanye said calmly.

In fact, it didn't matter to him whether Wen Qingcheng left or not. What mattered was that he knew that Wen Qingcheng was not Mo Jinghong's hidden "weapon", but just an ordinary woman, and Mo Jinghong was just greedy for her beauty. At present, the He family still had to rely on Lu Qiuyu.

Wang Yunxi's eyes sparkled, and she looked happier than during the Chinese New Year. She thought to herself, Wen Qingcheng had always seduced Mo Jinghong, and now that Mo Jinghong knew that she was not behaving properly, he finally saw her true colors and despised her. A country bumpkin like her should stay in the village and never come out. How dare a sparrow dream of flying onto a tree?

Wen Qingcheng finished her resignation and walked out of the He's gate. She looked back at He's again and felt that it was not worth it. She looked up at the gray sky above her head. The leaden clouds were like a huge rock, making it hard to breathe. She felt a slight chill on her neck, and then she noticed that the snow was falling silently, with a biting cold wind.

Wen Qingcheng tightened her collar and walked leisurely on the street, as if she was in a different world from the people hurrying by on the street. She was in a very bad mood and wanted to be alone, so she walked to Zuijiangyue Restaurant, where Mo Jinghong often brought her.

"Miss, do you have an appointment?" The waiter at the door was dressed in a long gown and looked very gentle.

Wen Qingcheng was stunned. She and Mo Jinghong had never heard that they needed to make an appointment when they came here before. "No, do we still need to make an appointment? There's no one inside."

"I'm really sorry, miss, our Zuijiangyue is not open to the public." The waiter politely refused and made a gesture of invitation.

Wen Qingcheng understood. No wonder Mo Jinghong always brought her here. The environment here is quiet, the dishes are excellent, and the ingredients are the freshest, but there are not many people. It turns out that it is not open to the public. Even if you have money, you have to be powerful.

Wen Qingcheng turned around dejectedly, feeling extremely wronged. She had come all this way to find him, but now she ended up like this. In this huge capital, she was alone, without friends or a sense of belonging. An extreme loneliness swept over her. She walked a few steps, squatted down on a stone step not far from Zui Jiangyue, and felt sad alone.

In the private room upstairs in Zuijiangyue Tower, a young man in a moon-white brocade robe with dark silver patterns sat. It was Mo Lianche and Huan Qi sitting by the window, cooking wine. Silver frost charcoal was burning in the room, and there was no trace of smoke, but it was warm and cozy.

"Your Highness, look, it's snowing. Let's have someone make a hot pot for you today." Huan Qi said standing aside. In the Great Qi Dynasty, hot pot is hot pot, just with a different name.

Mo Lianche looked out the window at the world covered in silver and couldn't help but recite: The auspicious snow frightened thousands of miles away, and the clouds darkened the sky...

Before he finished speaking, Mo Lianche noticed that in this white world, there was a green figure squatting in the snow, with snow all over her head and body, and her long hair draped behind her like a waterfall. The snowflakes fell on her black hair, as if she was covered with a layer of silver yarn. The girl looked so lonely, squatting in the snow alone, she looked mysterious and poetic.

Mo Lianche looked at her curiously for a few more times, and it happened that the girl in the snow raised her sleeve to wipe her eyes and raised her head slightly. Only then did he recognize that this was Wen Qingcheng.

"Haha...this girl always surprises me." Mo Lianche said to himself.

Huan Qi asked curiously, "What did your highness say?"

Mo Lianche retracted his gaze and said to Huan Qi, "Let's serve the hot pot."

"Yes." Huan Qi took the order and left, but was stopped by Mo Lianche again.

"Wait, go and invite the girl in green downstairs up. And set out some more dishes and chopsticks."

Wen Qingcheng was not wearing a cloak and felt cold at the moment. She stood up and brushed off the snow on her body. Just as she was about to leave, she was stopped by Huan Qi.

"Miss, our master wants to see you."

Wen Qingcheng glanced at Huan Qi coldly and said, "I don't know him. Thank you for your kindness, sir." After saying that, Wen Qingcheng turned around and was about to leave.

"Don't be afraid, Miss Wen. Our young master is the prince's friend, and you know him."

Wen Qingcheng paused. He actually knew her last name and was Mo Jinghong's friend. She seldom went out since she came to Kyoto, and Mo Jinghong had never brought her to meet his friends. "Who is your young master..."

"It's so cold, don't stand outside, the girl will know when she goes up."

Under Huan Qi's guidance, Wen Qingcheng successfully entered Zuijiangyue and came to the private room. She pushed the door open and a warm current hit her face. Wen Qingcheng felt that all the pores in her body were dilated. The person in front of her was Mo Lianche.

Wen Qingcheng didn't want to see Mo Lianche the most. She didn't know his identity and was rude to him before. Now that she saw him again, she felt extremely embarrassed. Wen Qingcheng stood there at a loss.

"Miss Wen, please take a seat."

Wen Qingcheng had already come up, so it was difficult to refuse, so she sat down opposite Mo Lianche. Without waiting for Mo Lianche to speak, Wen Qingcheng was the first to speak: "I'm sorry..." Then she lowered her eyes, her fine eyelashes were wet by the snow, making her look a little pitiful today.

Mo Lianche looked at her with interest, "What did you say?"

"Your Highness, I was reckless last time. I'm really sorry."

"So you can apologize, too. Why were you sitting alone in the snow just now?"

Wen Qingcheng's face suddenly turned red. She wanted to come in to eat just now, but with her status, she couldn't get in and was driven away. If she said that, wouldn't it be very embarrassing? Wen Qingcheng coughed lightly, "I originally wanted to come here to eat. I'm not hungry yet, so I'll cool down outside."

Huan Qi almost laughed out loud. Mo Lianche chuckled, leaned back and casually leaned on the backrest. "Is it cool enough now? Where's Jinghong?"

Wen Qingcheng felt a pain in her heart when she mentioned Mo Jinghong. He obviously respected her and loved her so much, but today he stood against her when she needed him the most. She went to He's to resign, but he was indifferent.

Thinking of this, Wen Qingcheng's nose felt sore and a layer of mist covered her eyes, but in front of Mo Lianche, she forced herself to hold it back.