Summary of the previous chapter: Li Qinghan brought the news that Young Master Ma was besieged by the Jurchens. Dongfang Qingxue also brought the news that Mrs. Ma was seriously ill. Ma Xiaoquan weighed it again and followed Dongfang Qingxue's suggestion and returned to Beijing.
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"What did the two beauties say?" Ma Xiaoquan came over and asked.
Dongfang Qingxue covered her face in shame and walked away, while Bei Mingxue smiled and said: "I just told Sister Dongfang to supervise your humming."
"Supervise me?" Ma Xiaoquan felt helpless, "We just go back to Beijing. Is it that serious?"
Bei Mingxue said: "You know best whether it's serious or not..." At this point, Bei Mingxue suddenly took off the black gauze on her face, revealing her peerless appearance.
"Bei Mingxue, you..."
Bei Mingxue stepped forward and gently hugged Ma Xiaoquan's waist: "Don't talk, let me hug you..."
Ma Xiaoquan was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his arms to hug Bei Mingxue.
After a while, Bei Mingxue said: "Ma Xiaoquan, do you like me?"
Ma Xiaoquan said nothing.
"I know from Li Qinghan that you have always had Yue'er in your heart. I also know that Yue'er was your wife in the late Han Dynasty. Ma Xiaoquan, I don't ask you for anything, as long as you don't hate me, even if you don't like me
I can do anything..."
Ma Xiaoquan sighed and gently stroked Bei Mingxue's hair: "Bei Mingxue, why are you doing this? I..."
Bei Mingxue raised her hand and gently pressed Ma Xiaoquan's lips. Before Ma Xiaoquan could react, she stood on tiptoes and kissed Ma Xiaoquan with her red lips.
Ma Xiaoquan's mind went blank for an instant. Although he and Bei Mingxue only touched lips, his heart began to beat violently.
With just a blink of an eye, Bei Mingxue ran away shyly, leaving Ma Xiaoquan standing stunned.
"Huh!" A cold snort suddenly came from behind him. Ma Xiaoquan came back to his senses, turned around and saw that it was Li Qinghan.
"Qinghan, you...what are you doing?"
Li Qinghan turned his head and ignored Ma Xiaoquan.
"Hey," Ma Xiaoquan sighed, stepped forward and said, "You haven't recovered from your injury, how can you get up casually?"
Li Qinghan said nothing.
"Qinghan" Ma Xiaoquan stretched out his hand to help Li Qinghan back to the bed.
"Don't touch me!" Li Qinghan suddenly shouted loudly.
Ma Xiaoquan was stunned for a moment and stopped talking.
After a dozen breaths, Li Qinghan couldn't help it anymore: "What, don't you have anything to say?"
How could Ma Xiaoquan not know what Li Qinghan meant? He quickly said with a playful smile: "Yes, absolutely yes, absolutely yes. Qinghan, don't worry, I will rush back to Beijing quickly without any delay."
"snort"
Li Qinghan snorted so arrogantly that Ma Xiaoquan immediately felt that something was wrong. He quickly stretched out his hand to support Li Qinghan: "Okay, let's go back to bed and talk."
Li Qinghan's pretty face turned red instantly: "Who wants to go back to bed with you... He said it on the bed..."
"Oh no no no, Qinghan, you misunderstood me. I meant I helped you lie down, I stood, I stood..."
Li Qinghan rolled his eyes at Ma Xiaoquan and nodded slightly. Ma Xiaoquan chuckled and "served" Li Qinghan to lie down, and he actually stood by the bed obediently.
Li Qinghan was surprised and puzzled by Ma Xiaoquan's service just now. In his mind, it is only natural for women to serve men. If they want to serve women, they are all fake men like eunuchs. But just now...
....The look in Ma Xiaoquan's eyes as he served him was so sincere.
"Ma Xiaoquan...you..."
Ma Xiaoquan understood what Li Qinghan meant and explained: "I don't belong to this era, and I don't have the idea that men are superior to women."
Times are times again. Ma Xiaoquan said it before, Zhao Wenguang also said it, and now Ma Xiaoquan said again that although Li Qinghan generally understood the meaning of the word "era", when he heard Ma Xiaoquan say these two words again, Li Qinghan said
Qinghan couldn't help but be surprised again.
"Ma Xiaoquan...you...what...the era...you belong to...is like?"
"What does it look like?" Ma Xiaoquan chuckled, "There are many novel things. For example, people can fly in the sky, and they can dive into the deep and deep sea. Well, and also, they can break through the clouds and go straight to the sky.
....."
"Straight up to the sky? Ma Xiaoquan, didn't you say that the sky is round and the earth is round?"
Ma Xiaoquan shook his head: "How is it possible? The sky is indeed round, and the earth is also round..."
"Oh" Li Qinghan nodded. After all, she was a woman, and women's spatial thinking was weaker than that of men. Naturally, she didn't care too much about what Ma Xiaoquan said.
"Then you...can you tell me...who is the Yue'er in your heart? Is it your former wife?"
Ma Xiaoquan glanced at Li Qinghan and asked, "Are you talking about Huayue Xin?"
Li Qinghan nodded, then shook his head: "No, I don't think so. I think above Hua Yue's heart, you still have Yue'er in your heart, Ma Xiaoquan, right?"
"There is one more..." Ma Xiaoquan was silent, and a beautiful face that was both familiar to him but a little strange slowly emerged in his mind.
"Ming Yue Xin..." Ma Xiaoquan muttered silently in his heart. He had no intention of telling Li Qinghan this name.
"Qinghan, you are thinking too much. I, Ma Xiaoquan, am only one month old, aren't I..."
Li Qinghan shook his head: "Ma Xiaoquan, I want to tell you something..."
"Well, tell me..."
"I always feel like I've known you a long, long time ago, a long, long time, really a long, long time..."
Ma Xiaoquan was slightly stunned. Li Qinghan said this for a long time, and Ma Xiaoquan seemed to have experienced it.
Especially when he comes into contact with Li Qinghan, Ma Xiaoquan always has a strange feeling towards her, as if he has known her for a long, long time.
"Qinghan, you are thinking too much..." Ma Xiaoquan changed the subject and said, "Okay, you can rest peacefully and recuperate. During this period, Bei Mingxue will take care of you. I believe you will recover soon. I
Go back to Beijing city first, I will wait for you in Beijing."
Li Qinghan was not pretentious. Since Ma Xiaoquan didn't say anything, he naturally had his own thoughts.
"Yeah" Li Qinghan hummed softly.
Ma Xiaoquan stepped forward and covered Li Qinghan with a quilt, then tiptoed out of the bedroom.
Standing at the door of the bedroom, Ma Xiaoquan looked up at the sky.