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

Only when he felt Wen Qingcheng's resistance did he stop and reluctantly let her go. Wen Qingcheng fell softly on Mo Jinghong's shoulder and said that the emperor had given her the title of Princess Qingping, and the biggest obstacle between them was gone.

Mo Jinghong was overjoyed. The emperor allowed Wen Qingcheng to return to her ancestral home, become a scholar, and have a title. Even without the emperor's marriage agreement, he could still marry her as his legal wife.

"Cheng'er, what achievements have you made in the palace that His Majesty has bestowed on you the title of County Princess?" Mo Jinghong asked curiously.

Wen Qingcheng thought that Princess Yanyue was now 98% recovered from her illness. When she recovered completely, His Majesty would let her see the light of day again, and then the truth would be revealed. But now, since His Majesty and the Queen Mother had not spoken yet, she could not reveal it.

"What is the reason? Is there anything we can't talk about between you and me?"

"I swore an oath in front of the Queen Mother. There are some things I cannot say, but this matter will be made public soon."

When Mo Jinghong learned that Wen Qingcheng had sworn a poisonous oath, he became more and more curious, but he did not force her to speak.

Seeing Mo Jinghong's curious and worried look, Wen Qingcheng thought that Wen Qingcheng was forced to do something. Wen Qingcheng was afraid that Mo Jinghong would be suspicious, so she leaned close to Mo Jinghong's ear and whispered, "What I can tell you is that I am safe. No one is forcing me. It's about Princess Yanyue."

Mo Jinghong looked at Wen Qingcheng curiously, "Where did Princess Yanyue come from... Yanyue..." Mo Jinghong muttered to himself, and suddenly remembered that Princess Yanyue was the daughter of Concubine Xian, but she died of illness at the age of three.

"Princess Yanyue passed away seven years ago. How could this matter be related to Princess Yanyue?" Mo Jinghong was really curious, but he was also afraid that Wen Qingcheng's oath would come true. He did not want anything unlucky to happen to Wen Qingcheng. "Okay, I won't ask anymore. Didn't you say that the truth would be revealed after a while?"

"Yes, don't worry, I will still go in ten days. Please accompany me to the Marquis' Mansion tomorrow. His Majesty said that he will go to the Marquis' Mansion to announce the decree tomorrow."

When they got home, Bai Wei and Zhu Ling were both there. Seeing Wen Qingcheng coming back, they were all relieved. Bai Wei ran over and tears immediately fell, "Girl, you are finally back, you have lost weight..."

Zhu Ling also came forward to ask about Wen Qingcheng's well-being. The two of them looked forward to Wen Qingcheng's return every day. Since Wen Qingcheng was thrown into prison, then transferred to the Dali Temple, and then entered the palace, he had been away for twenty days, and the two of them had been worried for twenty days.

"I can eat and sleep well. Look, you two have lost weight." Wen Qingcheng smiled and touched their little faces.

The two girls carried Wen Qingcheng into the house, and Bai Wei said, "Now the He family has spread the word that it was Aunt Yu who killed the Third Young Mistress, and everyone is crying out for you. If you were really killed unjustly, I would never forgive myself."

Wen Qingcheng's head was full of question marks. "Why don't you forgive yourself? Didn't I tell you that this has nothing to do with you? Wang Yunxi wanted to harm me, so she started with the people around me. So it's me who implicated you. We are a family. From now on, let's not say that anyone implicated anyone."

Bai Wei knew that Wen Qingcheng had a deep friendship with her and treated her as a family member. She nodded with tears in her eyes, "Miss, Zhu Ling and I have boiled some water. You can take a shower, change your clothes, and have a good sleep. We will cook a few side dishes to welcome you in the evening."

Wen Qingcheng felt happy just thinking about it. Although she didn't do any physical work, she did feel a little tired after wandering outside for so long when she returned home.

After sitting for a while, taking a shower, changing into pajamas, and about to go to bed, Zhu Ling saw that Mo Jinghong was still lingering here and refused to leave. She hurriedly pulled Bai Wei out, not forgetting to close the door.

"Cheng'er, are you sleepy?"

After taking a hot bath, Wen Qingcheng did feel like lying down and taking a nap, but she knew that Mo Jinghong was reluctant to leave. After not seeing her for such a long time, he wanted to talk to her, so she forced herself to say, "I'm not sleepy."

Mo Jinghong understood Wen Qingcheng's intention. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. His tall body gradually approached. He walked in front of Wen Qingcheng and stood still. He leaned over, picked up Wen Qingcheng horizontally, and walked towards the bed in the bedroom.

"You...you want it now..." Wen Qingcheng suddenly became nervous. People often say that all men are lustful. Although Mo Jinghong appears to be abstinent outside, he is a different person in front of her. Mo Jinghong carried her to the bedroom. Could it be that he wanted to...

Wen Qingcheng stretched out a hand to support the bed. The moment Mo Jinghong put Wen Qingcheng down, she rolled inside and looked at him intently, "Brother Mo, are you...are you real?"

Mo Jinghong heard this and looked at Wen Qingcheng, who looked nervous and a little scared, and laughed. "Hehe, Xiaocheng, what are you afraid of?"

Wen Qingcheng saw him looking at her with a joking expression, and suddenly felt embarrassed and annoyed, "I'm used to sleeping in it, what's wrong, who's afraid of it."

Mo Jinghong sat on the bed and stretched out his big hand. Wen Qingcheng put her hand on it. Mo Jinghong pulled her out and held her in his arms. Of course he wanted her, he had wanted her for a long time, but he loved Wen Qingcheng and respected her. He was afraid that if he wanted her now, she would feel regretful in the future. He could wait until the day she really married him.

Wen Qingcheng snuggled in Mo Jinghong's arms. The two of them chatted vaguely and fell asleep without knowing when. When she woke up again, it was already dark. The scent of Mo Jinghong still seemed to linger on the bed. Wen Qingcheng felt sweet in her heart. She slowly sat up, changed her clothes and went out.

Sitting on a chair in the outer hall was a noble young man. When he saw Wen Qingcheng coming out, he looked at her with a deep smile. Who else could it be but Mo Jinghong?

Wen Qingcheng was delighted to see that he didn't leave, and threw herself into Mo Jinghong's arms, "I thought you had left." Wen Qingcheng said in a tender voice, and her cherry lips pressed passionately against Mo Jinghong's lips.

Mo Jinghong patted Wen Qingcheng's back gently, "Cheng'er, be restrained."

Wen Qingcheng heard a snickering sound behind her. She turned around and saw Bai Wei, Zhu Ling and A Xuan coming in, looking at them with deep smiles.

Wen Qingcheng broke free from Mo Jinghong's arms as if she had been electrocuted. She wanted to explain that she was not the kind of clingy little wife, but a female eagle! This character setting was about to collapse.

Mo Jinghong raised the corners of his lips, "Call Yingge, Canglu, and Jiangfu to eat together."

Wen Qingcheng looked through a narcissus embroidered screen and saw that the dining table in the dining room was already filled with food and wine.

Ah Falcon left in response. Mo Jinghong reached out and scratched Wen Qingcheng's nose, "I'll welcome you tonight."

Soon, the shadow guards outside came in, and Wen Qingcheng realized that there was one more shadow guard protecting her secretly.

“Miss Wen, my name is Jiang Fu. Like Yingge and the others, I am secretly protecting Miss Wen.” The young man who spoke had a tall and thin body, standing upright like a pine or cypress. He had a handsome face and heroic spirit between his brows. He didn't talk much and didn't like to laugh. He looked like he had suffered a lot and had a deep hatred. He was no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, but his every move gave off a sense of maturity beyond his years.

"Hello, hello, please sit down." Wen Qingcheng greeted him with a smile. Mo Jinghong kept his eyes on Wen Qingcheng. After everyone had a lively meal together, Mo Jinghong called Wen Qingcheng to the study, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.