Brother Huang, he has been planning for a long time

Chapter 322 Don’t be soft-hearted

"It's okay to think that way." Yue Qinghe's eyes moved, falling on her legs fixed by two wooden boards, and warned, "Your foot injury may be major or minor. You can't get out of bed and walk around these days. If you need anything, call me the king."

After saying that, he walked out of the house.

Chunyu Qingcheng originally wanted to call him to stop him, but due to her pride, she still swallowed what she wanted to say.

He was originally the target she wanted to get rid of, how could he ruin the Queen Mother's plan just because he saved her life...

No!

She must not be soft-hearted.

Chunyu Qingcheng lay on the bed for a long time. The bed was so hard that it was uncomfortable no matter how hard she lay.

She had no choice but to sit up and look out the window.

It was nightfall at this time, it was dark outside the window, and nothing could be seen.

How long had she been in a coma? She didn't know how Xuan Zhu was doing now?

The door of the wooden house was pushed open with a creak, and Yue Qinghe came in with a bowl of medicine.

Only now did Chunyu Qingcheng see clearly the rough clothes he was wearing, but he had a handsome and graceful face, and his temperament was not affected at all by the rough clothes he was wearing.

Especially his silver hair. If it were someone else holding this silver hair, I don't know what the difference would be.

But paired with his handsome face, he added a touch of the aura of being an immortal, making him look like a cultivating god who stepped out of a storybook.

Humph, I guess his weak and incompetent imperial sister was deceived by his skin.

Thinking of this, Chunyu Qingcheng couldn't help but think of the dream just now.

Although I have read books about them, I have also heard many stories about them.

But she had never dreamed of anything, so why did she dream about him and his imperial sister just now?

Before she could regain her thoughts, another woman walked in outside the wooden house.

With a smile on her fat and round face, she brought the food into the room. When she saw the person on the bed waking up, she asked with concern, "Madam, you woke up. Are you feeling okay? Your legs still hurt." No?"

lady?

Chunyu Qingcheng frowned and looked at the man beside the bed.

What on earth did this man say to this woman?

Yue Qinghe explained to the woman: "Ms. Zhong, thank you for your concern. She just woke up and may not have recovered yet."

Aunt Zhong hurriedly comforted her: "That's because I accidentally fell off the cliff when I encountered a bandit and broke my leg. I must have been frightened. It's okay. Madam, take a good rest and you will get better."

Chunyu Qingcheng looked at the enthusiastic face in front of her and turned her face away with some discomfort.

Aunt Zhong knew that she was frightened, so she didn't pay much attention. She said to Yue Qinghe: "Then Mr. He, please take good care of your wife. Remember to drink the medicine while it is hot. It will be very bitter when it is cold."

"Okay." Yue Qinghe saw her out of the room, then closed the door and returned to the house to sit down.

"What story did you make up for her? Why did she call me your wife?" Chunyu Qingcheng clenched her fists. If it weren't for her injured feet, she would have rushed forward and hit him now.

Yue Qinghe said calmly: "I told her that we were husband and wife, but when we went out to play, we encountered bandits on the way. I was injured by the bandits and you accidentally fell off the cliff and broke your leg. I found you, Carry to them and ask for help, and they will call a doctor to check on your leg injury. Don't look so ungrateful."

"You actually made up such a shameless lie!" Chunyu Qingcheng was furious, "Who is married to you?"

Then she noticed that her clothes had been changed, and she glared at him, "Could it be you who changed my clothes?"

"Since I told Aunt Zhong that you are my wife, I don't need to trouble Aunt Zhong to help you change your clothes."

"You!" Chunyu Qingcheng threw the wooden pillow beside her at him in anger. Seeing that he caught it with one hand, she couldn't help but cursed, "Yue Qinghe, I should have killed you early!"

Instead of waiting for His Majesty from the Xihe Kingdom to come to the Southern Jin Kingdom to take action.

Yue Qinghe stood up, put the wooden pillow back on the bed, and looked at her coldly, "Don't you think that I really don't know what Chun Yu Shang Lei is planning?"

A flash of panic flashed across Chunyu Qingcheng's eyes, and then she turned away, no longer looking at him.

"Chunyu Shanglu used you to lure He Lanyan and I to the Southern Jin Kingdom. You want to get rid of one of us and blame another of us. Then cause a war between our two countries, thereby reaping the benefits. I have guessed it a long time ago. The wine was poisoned, but if you are willing to admit that you are Yue Qingchen, and you blame me and hate me, and want my life, I can give it to you. But you have no memory, and you are now being used by Chunyu Shanggui, I can’t give you this life yet.”

"I'm not Yue Qingchen at all!" She glared at him angrily, "Although I look the same as her, I'm not a useless person like her!"

Hearing this, Yue Qinghe was silent for a long time, sat down by the bed, reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"You... let go." Chunyu Qingcheng struggled, but couldn't take his hand back.

"Qingchen is not useless, don't say that."

"What is she if she is not useless? She was deceived by a heartless person like you into giving up her true heart, and then was sent to the West He Kingdom like a tool for marriage. Then His Majesty the West He Country is not a good person. Leave the mother and leave the son. Let her be burned alive in the fire. Both of you deserve to die, one is a beast who got involved with the imperial sister, and the other is a heartless hypocrite! You are not worthy of Yue Qingchen's forgiveness at all!"

He couldn't help but tighten his grip on her wrist, and his handsome face showed a hint of sadness, "Maybe she really thinks that."

That's why they don't want to think about their past.

Seeing his dark eyes filled with sadness, Chunyu Qingcheng took a deep breath. There was still anger in her chest, which made it impossible for her to give him a good look. "Don't pretend to be affectionate in front of me. Your imperial sister is already dead. She will never see this hypocrisy again."

Hearing this, Yue Qinghe lowered her eyes, hiding the emotions in her eyes, let go of her hand, stood up, took the food to the bed and put it down, "Eat something first and then drink medicine, otherwise your foot injury will not heal, don't even think about it. I went out to find Prince Si to take you back to the palace."

Chunyu Qingcheng looked down at the vegetable rice beside the bed. There were only a few green vegetables and some meat, although it didn't look appetizing.

But thinking that she wanted to drink medicine, to heal her injuries, and to satisfy her hunger, she could only reluctantly eat a few mouthfuls of rice and drink the entire bowl of medicine.

Seeing that she drank all the medicine cooperatively, Yue Qinghe packed the bowl and took it out without saying anything else.

It was really inconvenient for her to sit on the bed alone and not be able to get out of the bed to move around.

Damn it, if it weren't for those assassins, she would have killed Yue Qinghe long ago and returned to the palace to report to the Queen Mother. There was no need to waste time here with this man.

……

In the Southern Jin Palace, Chunyu Shangli lost his temper in the imperial study room because of the disappearance of the princess.

"How did you protect His Highness? How could he be ambushed by assassins?" Now he is missing together with Na Yue Qinghe.

She slapped her palm on the table, feeling uneasy in her heart.

It would be fine if she disappeared with others, but what happened was that she disappeared with Yue Qinghe!

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like