Rebirth not to be an emperor's wife

Just when Wen Zisheng was feeling bored, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. Startled, the hand pouring the tea trembled slightly, the golden tea splashed out, and the hot liquid splashed onto his hand. The teapot was suddenly unsteady, and fell onto the table with a bang, making a crisp sound, instantly attracting the attention of the two sitting opposite.

The tea was hot enough, some of it splashed onto Wen Zisheng's hand, and it soon turned red, and it looked even redder on his fair and delicate skin. Fei Junchen's first reaction was to grab his hand directly, He asked anxiously, "Is it hot? Does it hurt?"

The expression of concern did not seem to be acting, Wen Zisheng was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously withdrew his hand from him, "Thank you, Third Prince, for your concern, Zisheng is fine."

The other party showed such obvious resistance to his touch, Fei Junchen naturally couldn't be happy, but because Fei Junhao was still present, he didn't say much, and withdrew his hand angrily.

Fei Junhao, who saw everything in his eyes, took a meaningful look at Fei Junchen, as if everything was just Fei Junchen's heat.

Fei Junhao said: "Why is Zisheng so careless? If the burn is serious, you won't be the only one suffering."

What he said meant something, Wen Zisheng couldn't help showing a little displeasure in his heart, and frowned slightly, but he just said: "Probably the tea is too hot, and I can't grasp it steadily." Under the sleeves, "It will be fine in a while." The area burned was not large, and he could still bear this small pain.

But apparently someone didn't think so. Fei Junchen frowned slightly in disapproval, and then asked someone to bring over the scald medicine. Wen Zisheng felt that it was a fuss, and just about to refuse, Fei Junchen stopped him, "Are you in the third prince?" If you are injured in the palace, this prince must ensure that you go back unscathed."

Wen Zisheng: "..."

Just a little burnt...

But obviously Fei Junchen didn't think so. With Fei Junchen's insistence, he was finally bruised and scalded. Wen Zisheng didn't like such a fuss, but the other party had good intentions, so he couldn't keep refusing.

It was a bit inconvenient to make tea after rubbing the medicine, so naturally he gave up the place for making tea, Fei Junchen said: "This time it doesn't count, Zisheng still owes me a pot of tea."

Wen Zisheng was used to his scoundrels, so he didn't want to refute, but he was a little annoyed at Fei Junhao's gaze on him, which had been fixed on him since just now, with unclear meaning.

Fei Junchen also noticed Fei Junhao's extraordinary attention to Wen Zisheng, endured the displeasure in his heart, and said: "This time Qi State has caused great damage to the border of our country. What is the remedy??"

As expected, Fei Junhao's attention was taken away by him, his gaze was taken away from Wen Zisheng, and he couldn't deny it: "In front of the third brother, the emperor would not dare to fight with an axe."

Wen Zisheng finally heaved a sigh of relief, and slightly turned his head to look in the previous direction, but at this time the familiar figure had disappeared, and he couldn't help but feel a little lost. Did he see it wrong?

Although it was just a back view, it was really very similar to Nangong Ye. He really thought it was Nangong Ye standing there just now, but maybe it was just an illusion caused by his worrying too much.

Also, how could Nangong Ye appear here at this time?Even if he didn't lose track, he should be at the border, and it's absolutely impossible for him to appear here.

The sense of loss is so obvious, he knows that his attention to Nangong Ye has exceeded his expectations, but he doesn't think there is anything wrong.This is probably because Nangong Ye always appeared in an image of helping him. Except for the first meeting, almost every time they met, it was Nangong Ye who extended a helping hand to him, and even saved him time and time again.

As for the others, maybe it is mixed with curiosity and admiration brought from the previous life.

Thinking of the fact that there is no news about Nangong Ye, Wen Zisheng's mood fell instantly. He suddenly didn't want to stay any longer, and it was almost time to go back, so he briefly talked to the two brothers of the Fei family, stood up and left. .

Hearing that Wen Zisheng was going back, Fei Junchen wanted to keep him at the first moment. He didn't want Wen Zisheng to leave so soon, but unfortunately, thinking that there was another Fei Junhao who was eyeing him, he could only restrain himself in the end. With the thoughts in his heart, he watched Wen Zisheng's back as he left.

"Brother Sanhuang is very reluctant?" Fei Junhao suddenly said, there was a hint of temptation in his half-smile, Fei Junchen looked away, and smiled irrefutably, "Fiveth Brother seems to have forgotten that Brother Huang is already engaged .”

Fei Junhao smiled even more pointedly, "Put it away, the emperor really thought that the emperor would marry the prime minister."

This speaks to Fei Junchen's pain point. At the beginning, he really planned to get engaged to the General's Mansion. Later, during the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, he suddenly became interested in Wen Zisheng. Thinking that the Prime Minister's Mansion and the General's Mansion are actually not much different in status, he decided to He changed his mind and wanted to marry the Prime Minister's mansion, but who would have expected that in the end, Wen Zisheng personally came to the door and killed his idea.

However, it made him more interested in Wen Zisheng.

"The world is unpredictable. Who knows what will happen in the next moment?" Fei Junchen narrowed his eyes and smiled harmlessly.

Fei Junhao also smiled, "Brother Huang is right, the world is unpredictable."

Wen Zisheng didn't know what the two brothers from the Fei family said, and he wasn't interested either. He just wanted to find Yun Qing as soon as possible and go back quickly. He got close, which made him feel a little irritable.

Finally, I found Yun Qing in a corner of the yard. A group of people gathered around to watch the two players play chess. Although there were many people, they kept quiet all the time. Yun Qing half bent over and watched fascinated.

Wen Zisheng was a little funny, no wonder he couldn't find Yun Qing, so he hid here to watch people play chess, he knew Yun Qing was a chess obsessive, so he didn't find it strange to see Yun Qing so obsessed.

He walked over and tugged Yun Qing's sleeve lightly, "Yun Qing, go back."

Yun Qing still had an obsessed expression on his face, he felt someone pulling his sleeve, and when he looked back, he found that it was his young master, "Are you going back so soon?" That's what he asked, but he had already Leaving from the crowd, although he still had reluctance on his face, the young master's wishes were the most important.

"Well, go back."

On the way back, Fei Junchen still prepared the carriage for him, and when he left the Third Prince's Mansion, Mingyu was still standing at the door waiting for him, "Mr. Wen, please."

Back at the Prime Minister's Mansion, Mingyu gave Wen Zisheng a bottle of burn medicine before leaving, but Wen Zisheng refused to accept it, but Mingyu insisted, saying: "This is what the Lord ordered, if Mingyu didn't finish it, I will definitely do it when I go back." Those who are punished, please don’t embarrass Mingyu, Mr. Wen.”

As a last resort, Wen Zisheng had no choice but to accept it, feeling mixed with gratitude and helplessness. Naturally, the Xiangfu would not have such things as scald medicine, but it was also Fei Junchen's wish. He was a little at a loss now. When he saw him burnt just now, Fei Junchen's anxious expression does not seem to be acting...

"Master, are you injured?" Yun Qing's suspicious voice rang in his ears, Wen Zisheng recovered from his contemplation, and said casually: "It was just scalded by hot water, it's not serious."

Hearing this, Yun Qing immediately blamed himself, "Yun Qing is damned!" How could he be distracted by other things, his main task is to take good care of his young master, he is really irresponsible.

"It's just a minor injury, it's nothing serious." Wen Zisheng didn't take it to heart, "I've already been prescribed medicine."

Yun Qing still didn't look relieved, took the medicine bottle from Wen Zisheng's hand, and followed Wen Zisheng with a sullen expression. Wen Zisheng could see through him that he was depressed at a glance, but at the moment he was also in a low mood, and he was in no mood to enlighten him. he.

"...Master!"

When passing by the yard, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him. Wen Zisheng paused, then turned around. The man trotting all the way behind him stopped panting in front of him. The eyes are amazingly bright.

Wen Zisheng raised his eyebrows and asked coldly, "What's the matter?"

His indifferent attitude made Xiao Moxuan's smile froze on his face, and his lips twitched a few times, "...Mo Xuan just wanted to come over and thank the young master for the medicine that the young master gave Mo Xuan." It seemed that Wen Zisheng's attitude would be so cold , his expression was always a little unnatural.

Wen Zisheng glanced at it and asked, "Are you healed?"

Hearing him ask about his injury, Xiao Moxuan felt happy again, "Well, after taking the medicine given by the young master, and recuperating for a few days, I'm almost fully recovered."

"Yeah." Wen Zisheng nodded lightly and planned to leave.

Looking at Xiao Moxuan's kind face in front of him always reminded him of the Xiao Moxuan he saw before he died in his previous life. That beautiful face was no longer kind and gentle as before, but full of resentment and completely distorted. That pretty face.

"Master—" Seeing that he was about to leave, Xiao Moxuan hurriedly called out to him, but when Wen Zisheng turned his head and looked at him, he didn't know what to say, he just didn't want to end the conversation with him so quickly, It was just a momentary impulse to call out to him.

Several months have passed since he came to the Prime Minister's Mansion, but today is the only time he can talk to Wen Zisheng like now, and most of the time he can only look at him from a distance.Why is the young master who is so gentle and kind to others, but why is he so indifferent to himself?

Wen Zisheng waited for a long time without waiting for his next words, feeling a little impatient, Xiao Moxuan noticed his slightly frowned brows, thinking that maybe he might be hated, he couldn't help but rushed out the words hidden in his heart: "Master , Mo Xuan, Mo Xuan wants to serve the young master!"