The Divine Doctor and Adorable Consort: The Demonic Emperor is Too Cunning

Yes, he is Luo Qianmo.

Luo Qianmo's lips curved into a slight, ambiguous smile: "Miss Fang, I thought you had forgotten our three-day agreement."

Luo Qianmo was so beautiful that even the heavens and earth paled in comparison, yet Fang Qingyou couldn't help but want to step back.

The more stunningly beautiful he was, the more dangerous he seemed to her. She felt he must be the most alluring yet deadly poison in the world, and no matter how irresistible he was, she had to stay away, stay away, stay away...

Therefore, Fang Qingyou immediately regained her composure and shook her head repeatedly, saying, "No, no, I haven't forgotten."

As she spoke, Fang Qingyou immediately took out Luo Qianmo's white brocade robe and handed it to him: "Eighth Prince, I have washed your clothes and returned them to you."

Fang Qingyou just wanted to return the clothes to him and leave as soon as possible.

However, Luo Qianmo did not accept the clothes, but instead sat down at the table in the pavilion with a casual yet graceful posture.

Fang Qingyou originally wanted to see what Luo Qianmo was going to do, but she saw that the table was full of tempting fruits. These were all fruits that she loved to eat, and some of them were her favorites.

"Gulp—" Upon seeing these fruits she liked to eat, Fang Qingyou felt as if she could hear herself swallowing.

Since she transmigrated here, she has never eaten these fruits again. It's not that she's unwilling to buy them, but these fruits are not something that money can buy.

In ancient times, there was no greenhouse cultivation technology, so the fruits that ordinary people could buy were all seasonal fruits. Off-season fruits generally ended up in the homes of high-ranking officials and nobles or even became tributes to the imperial palace.

Fang Qingyou was craving something. Putting aside the fact that foodies find it hard to resist delicious food, she only ate a few pastries in the carriage for lunch today...

Just then, Fang Qingyou suddenly smelled a rich orchid fragrance.

No, no, this isn't the scent of orchids, it's...

Fang Qingyou couldn't help but look in the direction from which the aroma was coming, and there she saw that Luo Qianmo was brewing tea, and the tea was her favorite Da Hong Pao.

The Da Hong Pao tea that can exude such a pure aroma must be a top-quality old tree Da Hong Pao that is over a hundred years old.

Fang Qingyou stared at the teapot, unable to look away.

Old Tree Da Hong Pao is considered the finest of teas in modern times, extremely rare. Fang Qingyou had tasted it because her grandfather had a small box of it, and the two of them had only drunk it twice in total.

That taste was unforgettable for Fang Qingyou.

Seeing Fang Qingyou's fixed gaze, Luo Qianmo's beautiful eyes seemed to hold a hint of a smile: "Miss Fang, would you like to sit down and have a cup of tea?"

Fang Qingyou wanted to say no, but she had already sat down.

Well, her body is just too honest.

Oh well, it's just a cup of tea, what's there to be afraid of?

All of this was planned in advance. What Luo Qianmo did not expect was that when Fang Qingyou sat down next to him, he did not have any guard or resistance.

He didn't know if it was because he knew Fang Qingyou too well, because she could save him, because of her free and easy nature, or for some other reason.

In short, he didn't dislike her.

For some reason, after Fang Qingyou sat down next to him, Luo Qianmo suddenly didn't want anyone to disturb them.

This led Luo Qianmo to change his original plan, replacing Xuan Zhu with himself as the person who would brew tea for them.

He thought it was right, and that's what he did.

Luo Qianmo looked very relaxed as he brewed tea. At this moment, his eyes were as clear as a lake, and the corners of his mouth were always slightly upturned, making him appear so indifferent and serene, completely different from the eccentric and self-willed Eighth Prince he had been before.

At this moment, Luo Qianmo seemed to have suddenly transformed from the aloof Eighth Prince into a handsome boy next door who was within reach.

Just one look at him can instantly make you feel relaxed and happy.

Seeing Luo Qianmo like this made Fang Qingyou relax as well. Her gaze followed him the whole time, but she didn't know whether she was watching the process of making tea or the person making tea.

"Miss Fang, please." After a long while, a long, slender hand with distinct joints placed a cup of bright orange-yellow tea in front of Fang Qingyou.

"Thank you." Fang Qingyou didn't stand on ceremony. She thanked Luo Qianmo, picked up her teacup, and took a small sip.

The fragrance lingers in the mouth, a fragrance that seems to permeate to the very marrow.

With just one sip, she was able to relive the aroma of tea from that year.

The familiar aroma of tea filled the air, but the person drinking tea with her was not her grandfather.

In that instant, Fang Qingyou's eyes suddenly blurred. She seemed to see her grandfather drinking tea with her that year, telling her about the art of tea, about medicine, and about life...

Luo Qianmo was drinking tea when he noticed that Fang Qingyou's aura instantly changed from satisfaction to sorrow.

As Luo Qianmo was puzzled, he suddenly saw two lines of tears streaming down Fang Qingyou's face. Her expression was full of longing, or more accurately, remembrance. She seemed to be remembrance of someone she would never see again.

Whom is she missing? Is it the father who abandoned her, or the family that didn't accept her?

Didn't she suffer from amnesia? How could she still remember these people?

No, even if she hadn't lost her memory, she wouldn't remember these things, because Ren Shi never told her about them.

Luo Qianmo stared at Fang Qingyou. He suddenly felt that he didn't know her completely. It seemed that she had some secrets in her heart, secrets that he didn't know.

In addition, he had many doubts about her.

Fang Qingyou told outsiders that she had only studied medicine for a few months, but if what she said is true, even a genius among geniuses could not have learned medicine to such a proficient level in such a short period of time.

But if she had medical skills earlier, why didn't she use them to lift her family out of poverty sooner instead of waiting until now?

Besides that, what's with that purple halo...?

Luo Qianmo wanted to find the answers in Fang Qingyou, but for some reason, when he saw her crying, he really wanted to wipe away her cold tears.

In fact, Luo Qianmo did just that.

Fang Qingyou felt someone touching her face, gently, as if caressing her tenderly.

Fang Qingyou blinked and saw Luo Qianmo's beautiful eyes, which were filled with a hint of heartache.

It was Luo Qianmo! He was actually wiping away her tears?

Only then did Fang Qingyou realize that her cheeks felt icy cold; it seemed she really had been crying.

Unexpected, joyful, confused, frightened...

In that instant, Fang Qingyou felt extremely complicated and didn't know how to react. She just stared blankly at Luo Qianmo.