Brother Huang, he has been planning for a long time

Chunyu Qingcheng was silent for a long time, then met his gaze and said coldly: "If I were really Yue Qingchen, I would feel very sad."

Yue Qinghe's heart trembled heavily, and her deep eyes twitched slightly.

"Whether it is from the stories told by outside storytellers or from the storybooks written outside, Yue Qingchen herself is a sad existence. No matter how much you care about her, you have never thought about what she wants, and no one has asked Live the life she wants to live. If she doesn’t care about her choices, isn’t she sad enough?”

Yue Qinghe lowered his eyes and inexplicably evoked a self-deprecating smile, "You are right."

"Have you ever asked her what kind of life she wants?" She suddenly raised her eyes to look at him, her expression serious.

"No." He stood up and walked to the door, with his back to her, and his voice was cold, "Sure enough, the authorities are confused, but the bystanders are clear."

As soon as the sound fell, he left the cabin.

Chunyu Qingcheng sat on the bed, looked at his injured calf, and sighed feebly.

It seems that as soon as he can get out of bed, he should find a way to contact Xuan Zhu as soon as possible.

This should be on the outskirts of Nandu City, not too far from Nandu City.

Qinghe was unwilling to send her back to the palace this month, fearing that he wanted to confirm again and again whether she was his weak and incompetent Nine Emperors Sister.

Thinking of this, Chunyu Qingcheng once again had memories that did not belong to him.

Those are the past of Yue Qingchen and Yue Qinghe...

It has nothing to do with her, and she must not be deceived.

She didn't sleep well all night.

The next day, when the door of the wooden house was pushed open, she woke up and saw a strange face...

"Ma'am, you're awake."

It's Mrs. Zhong from yesterday...

She lowered her guard and looked around at the people in the wooden house who didn't see Yue Qinghe. She originally wanted to ask Mrs. Zhong, but she remembered that he would never tell her real name outside.

I don’t know what name he made up in front of this person.

So after holding it in for a long time, she couldn't even ask the question.

Mrs. Zhong put down the cooked medicine, brought the porridge, and said with a smile: "Madam, her face looks much better today, and she can try to get out of bed in a few days."

"Thank you." Chunyu Qingcheng lowered her face and uttered two words stiffly.

Hearing this, Mrs. Zhong waved her hand and said, "You're welcome, the porridge is almost ready, Mr. He also prepared the medicine himself early in the morning. Drink it quickly. Madam is so lucky."

"..." Chunyu Qingcheng's hands clenched into fists under her sleeves, not knowing what to say.

However, he noticed the words "Mr. He" in Aunt Zhong's mouth. Before she could say anything, Aunt Zhong had already left the wooden house.

Chunyu Qingcheng sat alone on the bed, looking at the water and towels prepared beside the bed, feeling inexplicably warm in her heart.

Qinghe is very careful this month...

It's just that he treats himself well just because she looks like his imperial sister.

Therefore, she must not mess up her plans because of his small favor at this time!

She drank porridge and medicine after washing, but Yue Qinghe didn't come back.

But Mrs. Zhong came again, this time she brought two sets of clothes and placed them neatly on the table.

"These are Madam and Mr. He's original clothes. I have cleaned them and dried them for you. I don't dare to put such good fabrics around, so I put them in your house."

"Thank you..." Chunyu Qingcheng pursed her lips and held back these two words.

Aunt Zhong's round face showed a pleasing smile, "Speaking of which, you and Mr. He should be newlyweds. Yesterday you were soaked and injured your foot. Mr. He even embarrassedly asked me to change it for you. clothes."

"..." Chunyu Qingcheng's pupils shrank sharply, and an unspeakable emotion surged into her heart.

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

He asked Mrs. Zhong to change his clothes, why did he say such things...

Seeing that she was silent, Aunt Zhong continued to talk: "You newlyweds should not go to such dangerous places when you go out for fun. It is easy to encounter bandits and bandits."

"Okay." She lowered her eyes and responded.

"I put the clothes here. Madam, please take a good rest first."

"Wait, where is my...my husband?" She held her breath and held back these words, and the sunset suddenly stained her cheeks.

He also secretly scolded Yue Qinghe.

Why do you say they are husband and wife?

"Mr. He followed my friend up the mountain." Aunt Zhong explained, "I said you have difficulty moving now, so I will let you have a good rest."

Seeing her silence, Mrs. Zhong left the cabin without disturbing her.

Yueqinghe went up the mountain?

Why was he following Aunt Zhong's husband up the mountain?

This whole day, Yue Qinghe did not appear.

Chunyu Qingcheng even doubted whether he did it on purpose...

Or did you talk too much during the day?

But that's also true. Did she say anything wrong?

As a man, could he be so stingy?

When night fell, he brought dinner in. Chunyu Qingcheng was sitting on the bed alone, almost bored, and quickly asked, "Where have you been?"

Yue Qinghe placed the meal beside the bed, handed her a towel dipped in warm water, and glanced at her, "We're going up the mountain."

"You...what are you doing up the mountain?"

"Nothing." He turned around and left the cabin, and came back after a while, this time with a bowl of medicine in his hand.

She was about to ask him something, but she heard his cold voice, "After you eat the food, drink the medicine."

"You haven't answered my question yet."

Yue Qinghe washed his hands in a basin of water by the door. As soon as he sat down, he raised his eyes and glanced at her, "Are you feeling bored?"

"Would you be bored if you just sat in bed all day in a daze?" Chunyu Qingcheng glared at him angrily.

Yue Qinghe was silent for a while, then said: "Then just be patient for a few days."

Chunyu Qingcheng felt that she couldn't survive a day like this, how could she possibly endure it for a few more days?

But looking at his attitude, if he didn't tell her, it would be hard for her to press him.

After all, she still had to find a way to kill him, so how could she have any more emotional involvement with him?

She didn't sleep during the day, so she fell asleep after drinking the medicine tonight. She slept until dawn that night.

She lay in bed for several days. Yue Qinghe was afraid that she would be bored, so she borrowed some story books from Aunt Zhong.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Zhong looked honest and honest, and her story books were all "After the Tyrant fell in love with me, I ran away with the ball", "I inexplicably conquered the richest man in Nandu City" and so on...

Some words that he had never thought of...

But when Chunyu Qingcheng saw the title of these words in the book, he didn't have much expression. He said thank you softly, and there were no more words.

The reason is the same. She has read all these scripts...

But in order to kill time, she could only watch it again.

When she moved her foot and felt no pain, she tried to get out of bed, but when she stepped on the ground with her injured foot, she felt a stinging pain, which made her fall to the ground unable to hold herself up. …

The door of the wooden house was pushed open at this time, and the man who had just stepped into the house quickly stepped forward to catch her.

A strong masculine aura enveloped her heavily. As soon as Chunyu Qingcheng raised her eyes, she met his midnight-like black eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.