Fast time travel game: Hugging the waist of the male god

Chapter 928 Abandoned Wife Reborn, Bad Tutor (15)

Could it be that something happened to Shen Qingling during that serious illness?
Or is the current Shen Qingling not the previous Shen Qingling at all?

At this time, Uncle Yin, the old housekeeper who had been following Mu Lanling, came over, "Master Xiang, the plum wine you brewed a while ago is ready, do you want to try it?"

"Already ready?" Mu Lanling asked with a dazed expression.

He still remembered that he had just brewed this plum wine a few days ago, and it was ready to drink so soon?
Sure enough, time flies by and never returns, and the person who liked to drink plum wine at the beginning has passed away for many years.

Maybe it's because many parts of Shen Qingling's body gave him a familiar feeling, these days he unexpectedly missed the old man uncharacteristically.

In the afternoon, the sun sets in the west.

The dilapidated courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion is still overgrown with weeds, as if it was many years ago.

In these years, he has never let anyone step into this place, nor has he been here himself, but even so, this place seems to grow in his heart, and this barren yard has become the barrenness in his heart.

Plum wine is that person's favorite.

In fact, he has never liked that sweet drink, but after spending a long time with that person these years, what he dislikes seems to become his favorite, plum wine has also become an indispensable drink every year, and those For pastries, pretentious names such as "Nianjun" and "Muqing" are suitable for those sweet and waxy pastries.

Plum wine, I miss you and admire you.

This has become a habit of his life. Every day he will have a plate of pastries like that placed on the table. Even if he doesn't eat it, sometimes looking at it makes his heart feel warm.

He stood on this barren land, and the previous scenes seemed to be still in front of him.

At first, she cried and begged him not to keep her here.

Later, she gradually stopped begging him, as if she was desperate for him, every time she came, she just huddled under the sycamore tree in a daze.

In the end, there was a scene that he would never forget in his life. She lay in his arms and died of poisoning. At that time, those beautiful eyes that he had always liked were full of resentment towards him.

Mu Lanling closed his eyes tightly, and spilled the wine in the flagon in his hand on the ground.

"If there is an afterlife, we will never see each other again."

The butler behind him watched Mu Lanling's back from a distance, shook his head helplessly, and finally left with a sigh.

The dead wife became Xiangye's biggest knot in his heart.

Xia Wanzhu returned to the palace, and hurriedly decocted all the medicines that he had collected, and prepared them for both internal and external use. Sure enough, on the third day of taking the medicine, Feng Yunheng woke up.

At that time, it was just dawn.

The faint light outside shone through the window into the house, bringing a bit of coldness.

On the side, the woman lying on the bed was sleeping soundly.

Seeing Xia Wanzhu, Feng Yunheng smiled gently.

Although he has been in a coma these days, he can feel that she is always by his side.

It's really hard for her.

Feng Yunheng had been lying on the bed for a long time, so his body was a little weak. He got out of the bed, picked up the woman and put her on the bed. He was afraid that she was too tired these past few days, and his big movements would be difficult for her. It didn't wake her up.

Feng Yunheng covered Xia Wanzhu with the quilt, looked at the woman's sweet smile, his eyes became softer, his slender fingers gently stroked Xia Wanzhu's forehead, and brushed away the broken hair on her forehead between her eyebrows. A soft kiss fell.

Shen Qingling, he is the most precious person in Feng Yunheng's life.

(End of this chapter)