After about half a stick of incense was touched, Feng Shui Qing smoothed out the whole story and said honestly: "Mother Lin, apart from Mother Wu, you are now the only witness to this matter. If you are required to testify in front of a saint in the future, do you have the courage?"
Nanny Lin thought for a moment and hesitated: "Princess Qinghui, you have also seen it. The Queen is afraid that the old slave will go out and talk nonsense, so she wants to kill me. In the future... if she finds out that I am still alive... and the old slave
There is also an eighty-year-old mother at home..."
"Don't worry."
Feng Shuiqing resolutely said: "This matter is certain. The day you appear will be the queen's downfall. What else is there to fear? When it is over, I will grant you a sum of money, which will be enough for your mother and father to support themselves in their old age."
Nanny Lin's eyes sparkled: "This..."
Looking at Feng Shui's firm and clear eyes, her heart gradually became more and more continuous, until it was surging.
Over the years, the secret has been stuck in my throat, unable to spit it out or swallow it.
Every time she dreamed back in the middle of the night, she could often recall Concubine Shu's burning eyes of anger and despair before her death.
There was also the bowl of labor-inducing medicine in her hand that was as black as the abyss, and the sea of blood in the delivery room that soaked through the quilt.
After a while, Nanny Lin stroked her chest, lowered her head and gritted her teeth: "Okay, Princess Qinghui! I agree!"
"Hmm..." Feng Shuiqing nodded in response, considered for a moment, and continued: "You should take shelter in this cave for a while. I will prepare a place to stay in the near future and send someone to pick you up."
"Okay! Thank you very much, Princess."
…
The next morning, Feng Shui Qinglan got up early.
Since it rained for a long time last night, I was soaked in dampness and coldness.
When she woke up in the morning, she felt dizzy and her whole body was cold.
But she still needed to arrange that matter, so she had to grit her teeth and get up from the bed.
Xiao Tiantian sensed how uncomfortable Feng Shui Qing was at this moment, and couldn't help but be concerned: "Host, how about you take a day off? When your health is better tomorrow, it won't be too late to arrange a place for Nanny Lin to live!"
Feng Shuiqing blew her nose and said in a daze: "Today's business is over today, and... I have also lost a child and been harmed by an adulterer. I just want to seek justice for Concubine Shu."
"Oh..." Xiao Tiantian deliberately lengthened her tone and said, "Host, I thought you were doing it for Yuchen Mandrill~"
"Aqiu!"
"I didn't!"
With this excitement, most of Feng Shuiqing's strength was drained away. The soles of his feet softened and he hurriedly held on to the door frame to prevent himself from falling.
"Third Miss!"
Chunzao hurriedly stepped forward to hold her shaky body, feeling extremely hot.
"Ah! Your body is very hot! You have a high fever! Please call the doctor!"
"Don't go!"
Feng Shui Qing's voice was stern and he took Chun Zao's arm: "I'm fine. If you dare to tell dad or second brother about this, I'll punish you!"
"Miss..." Chunzao was distressed and anxious, tears welling up in her eyes, "But your health is important! I'm worried about you..."
Feng Shuiqing pretended to be angry: "You don't listen to me?"
"Slave, listen..."
Chun Zao drinks tears and secretly weeps.
After finally leaving the house, Feng Shui Qing was about to exchange the sweetness for some antipyretic medicine when he saw Yuan Chen Mandrill walking towards this side with his hands behind his back.
Also following behind... Su Nigyue.
Although after knowing the truth last night, she had a little grasp of the devil's inner thoughts.
But seeing the two of them walking together in tandem, the sour water in my heart began to bubble.
Humph! Bastard! Why are you still inseparable?
Fortunately, I still want to investigate the truth of the matter, return him an upright identity, and resolve the gap between father and son.
Ah! No, no, no! I just want to help Concubine Shu and have nothing to do with this devil!
Thinking of this, Feng Shuiqing ignored the sharp phoenix eyes of Hyunchen Mandrill and continued walking out as if he couldn't see it.
Naturally, it made a certain demon king angry.
"Feng Shuiqing, didn't you see me?!"
She stretched herself: "Ah... the air is indeed very good after the rain! But there are two flies flying around, which is annoying!"
Hearing this, Hyun Chen's eyes were quenched, and he pulled off her wrist that was raised above her head, and her expression became fierce:
"What are you doing?!"
"..."
"Why are you so hot?!"
Just now I couldn't see anything from a distance, but now I saw her face was unnaturally crimson, and her wrists were extremely hot.
Hyunchen Mandrill immediately raised his hand to cover Feng Shuiqing's forehead, and without saying a word, he directly held her in his arms.
Feng Shuiqing was ashamed and annoyed: "Ah! Demon King! Let me down!"
"Shut up!"
His embrace is fragrant and warm.
His dark face is cold and smelly!
Feng Shui Qing is already feeling dizzy and weak, and coupled with the fact that he has not eaten, he feels inexplicably relieved.
He was so groggy that he actually fell asleep in Xuanchen Mandrill's arms.
When she opened her eyes again, it was dark and the candlelight was weak.
She raised her hand and touched her forehead, but it wasn't hot anymore...
What does it smell like? So familiar...
Feng Shuiqing tilted his head and saw the handsome side face of Xuanchen Mandrill close at hand. He was sleeping with her with his eyes closed...
On a bed!!!
"Ah, you devil..."
As if he had expected this, he suddenly stood up, grabbed her legs with both hands, and pressed her underneath him.
Then, he touched the little girl's eyebrows with his lips.
"Well, the fever is gone."
"Go down!!!"
Feng Shuiqing used her small fists to push and dig at the man's chest, but it was just an egg hitting a stone.
His suffocated little face became even more rosy, and a blush filled his heart.
Yuan Chen couldn't help but leaned over and kissed her rosy cheek, and said with a jingling smile: "I didn't know who was holding me tightly just now and wouldn't let me go."
"You devil bastard!!!"
Feng Shui Qing was so ashamed and angry that he couldn't remember what happened just now, so he could only continue struggling with his hands.
"puff……"
Perhaps she was too excited, so she made a strong effort and actually...
Two streams of runny nose came out...
"Slug."
Huan Chen couldn't help but laugh. He stood up, took out the handkerchief and put it on her nose: "Blow..."
"I can do it myself!"
Feng Shui Qing took the handkerchief away without hesitation, and after blowing it, he felt that his whole body felt extremely smooth.
Huan Chunzao brought the porridge that had been prepared a long time ago. Xuanchen Mandrill raised the spoon and handed it to her mouth: "Ah... open your mouth."
"I can eat by myself!!! It's not like my hand is broken! How can you take care of me like I'm disabled?!"
Seeing the little girl getting up to grab the bowl, Hyun Chen dodges nimbly.
The smile on the corner of the lips was extremely charming: "Do you want me to feed you like this, or like feeding you grapes?"
Immediately, her face turned red to the point of boiling, so she had no choice but to open her mouth and swallow the porridge in one mouthful.
Every time I take a spoonful, I will look into the serious and careful eyes of Hyun Chen Mandrill.
Why would he, who is so ruthless to others, be so gentle to me?
Why did the Queen and the Emperor treat him so cruelly?
Why...this man always gets into my heart...
Little did they know that at this time, the tender bud of love in her heart had gradually sprouted branches and leaves, and even the flower buds were beginning to appear faintly.
Xiao Tiantian's voice suddenly sounded excited as if watching a good show: "Host! The sweetness value will be increased by 50 points!"
"Ahem..."
Feng Shui Qingben was immersed in his thoughts and was frightened by the sound. He choked and coughed violently.
Then...
The porridge in his mouth that he hadn't swallowed yet sprayed on Hyun Chen Mandrill's face...
His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the spoon in his hand fell into the bowl: "...ha..."
Then, he slowly wiped the rice grains from his face with a handkerchief and took a few deep breaths:
"Feng Shuiqing, you are sick, I don't care about you..."
Breathe in.
"I don't care about you..."
Exhale.
"I won't argue with you..."
Feng Shui Qing couldn't hold back her joy. It was really funny to see the devil trying his best to suppress his anger!
Hahaha……
Her stomach was full, and even though she had slept all day, she felt sleepy again.
She was lying on the bed, Jin was tightly tucked in by Chen Chen, leaving only a pair of big round eyes exposed.
"Xuanchen Mandrill, I will be suffocated to death if I do this."
The man was still immersed in the tucking action: "Shut up! Just lie down!"
After taking a proud look at his "work", Hyunchen Mandrill leaned over and kissed Feng Shuiqing's forehead: "I'm leaving. I'll see you again tomorrow."
He's gone, he's leaving.
Well! But! Su Nigyue!
Even if there is an answer in my heart, it is...
Feng Shui's clear voice is like a mosquito: "Su Ningyue..."
Ah! Why did you say it out loud?!
It's over, it's over, I must have been burned...
Feng Shuiqing was ashamed, knowing that asking like this would definitely make the devil misunderstand how much she cared about him!
Her head sank, and she quickly retracted the only exposed part of the quilt into the quilt, like a turtle in its shell.
Hearing this, Xunchen Mandrill's heart felt like sweet rain falling, her lips were filled with soft ripples, and she tapped the quilt at the tip of her nose.
His voice was hoarse: "Feng Shui Qing, I told you that I will only marry you."
Suddenly, Feng Shui became as clear as taking a reassuring pill as sweet as sugar.
I just can't figure out why the devil poked his nose.
She smiled secretly, stretched out her arm from the quilt and waved it: "I am asleep, please take my leave!"
When there was no movement in the room, Feng Shuiqing raised his head and took a look.
The figure of Yun Chen Mandrill is no longer in the house. I don’t know why, but I feel a little empty in my heart...
Xiao Tiantian's voice suddenly sounded mysteriously: "Host, do you want to see your 'feat' today?"
Feat!? What feat?
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Shuiqing closed his eyes, and pictures began to appear... This chapter has been completed!