The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Feng Ling cried, and carefully opened the placket of Mo Lingqiu's chest, and saw that next to the newly stabbed wound, there was a wound an inch and a half finger wide that almost penetrated the entire shoulder.

She suddenly remembered that this was obviously the sword he blocked for her when she was captured by a killer in the yard at noon that day.

The wound has not completely healed yet, and because of the stab she just made, the scabbed wound accidentally opened and blood oozed faintly.

The guilt in my heart instantly filled the air, and my original doubts disappeared.

Feng Ling stopped moving her hands, and tears rolled down her face like broken beads.

"I'm sorry, I really...never wanted you to die..."

"You can scold me, or even stab me with a knife. You were hurt so badly because of me, but I made you hurt too. I really feel very guilty."

Feng Ling's face was full of apologies, and her heart was filled with self-blame.

She didn't know how to compensate Mo Lingqiu, and even thought that it would be a good idea to bear his blow herself.

After hearing this, Mo Lingqiu's expression changed slightly. His intention was to reassure her, not to actually hurt her.

He coughed lightly, and another trace of blood spilled from the wound on his chest. Mo Lingqiu held Feng Ling's hand and comforted her with a pale face,

"I'm really fine, you don't have to worry so much."

However, Feng Ling could not accept such an answer. Her voice was filled with tears and she retorted with sobs.

"How can it be okay? You have already lost so much blood..."

Mo Lingqiu breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, his injuries were not serious, just superficial injuries.

When he saw her tremblingly take out the dagger, he knew she wasn't really determined to hurt him.

Although Fengling was a lady, she was usually afraid of killing chickens, so how could she really dare to kill him?

Mo Lingqiu deliberately stabbed himself just to completely eliminate her suspicion of him.

Now it seems that his plan succeeded. Not only did Feng Ling no longer doubt him, but she was filled with guilt, fearing that he would die, and heartbroken.

Seeing her tearful eyes, Mo Lingqiu's heart palpitated.

He gently touched Feng Ling's cheek, wiped away the tears that fell, and whispered comfort,

"Stop crying, I'm fine. If you want to make it up to me, can you help me take care of my wounds first?"

Mo Lingqiu tried to divert Feng Ling's attention.

"Can you cook me a delicious dinner tomorrow? The food on the table today is a pity."

After saying that, there was a hint of regret in his eyes.

Due to the sudden incident, neither of them could fully enjoy the carefully prepared dinner.

In order to test Mo Lingqiu, Feng Ling specially added Mongolian sweat medicine to the dish. Although it was ineffective for him, naturally he could not eat this meal again.

Upon hearing his request, Feng Ling immediately responded,

"Okay, I promise you, I will make you something more delicious..."

Suddenly thinking of his wound, Feng Ling hurriedly wiped away her tears and began to look around the room for hemostatic items.

After this, both of them tacitly never mentioned Xiaojiu again, for fear of causing another disturbance.

Fengling felt guilty and began to avoid contact with Mo Lingqiu.

Although she still smiled at him, it could no longer make up for the loss in Mo Lingqiu's heart.

What he longed for was for Feng Ling to trust him completely, instead of forcing himself to get along with him because of guilt.

Mo Lingqiu understood that that incident had always been on Fengling's mind, and she still couldn't let go of Ying Xiaojiu's disappearance.

In order to get her to open up, he decided to take action.

When a carriage appeared in the yard the next day, Feng Ling was a little surprised and didn't understand the reason. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Feng Ling took a few steps forward and looked at Mo Lingqiu beside the carriage, her eyes full of confusion.

Mo Lingqiu was adjusting the reins of the carriage with great concentration.

This confused Feng Ling even more.

"Are you... are you leaving?"

She pointed at several packages on the carriage, feeling a little flustered.

However, Mo Lingqiu's answer was beyond her expectation.

"It's not that I'm leaving, it's that you are leaving."

"I want to leave?"

Feng Ling was stunned for a moment, with a trace of confusion on her face.

"But where do I go?"

Mo Lingqiu looked into those deep eyes with a hint of complexity.

"Master and I are not happy together, so I decided to let you leave alone. No matter where the master goes, it has nothing to do with me. I don't want to make the master unhappy anymore."

Hearing this, Feng Ling understood, but still pretended not to understand.

I have to admit that this person is far more intelligent than Ying Xiaojiu.

Looking at this method of retreating to advance, it has reached the point of perfection.

She bit her lip, seeming a little surprised that he would make such a decision, and then couldn't help but ask:

"how about you?"

What was he going to do after he let her go? Mo Lingqiu was silent for a while, and then said calmly:

"I have decided to go back and apologize to the owner of the building. Although failure in the mission is inevitable, the loss to the photo studio will also be heavy. I may be punished. You don't have to worry about this. It's better to leave quickly, lest I regret it."

Hearing this, Feng Ling's face changed slightly, and the guilt in her eyes deepened.

She is not a fool, she naturally understands what he said

"A little punishment"

There's definitely more to it than that. She subconsciously grabbed his sleeve,

"Are you really going to do this?"

"You can't go back, they won't let you go easily."

Feng Ling raised her eyes, her expression was a little stunned, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her face looked even paler.

However, Mo Lingqiu had already made up his mind and chuckled, but his tone was gentler,

"As long as the fourth lady says this, I will be satisfied. Anyway, I will not die. As long as the master can think of me more, I will be satisfied."

With that said, he turned around to get the package on the carriage, which contained pastries and snacks that he had carefully prepared. He was worried that Feng Ling would be hungry on the road.

Seeing these things, Feng Ling subconsciously held Mo Lingqiu's wrist tighter, hesitated for a moment, and then said directly,

"Take me back."

Feng Ling's eyes were a little moist, she turned her head, her eyes were a little red,

"If you go back alone, they will definitely not let you go. If you send me back, you can still make meritorious deeds. Even if they want to punish you, they won't punish you too severely."

Mo Lingqiu paused for a moment. This answer was obviously beyond his expectation.

He originally thought that Feng Ling would feel guilty and try to save him, but he didn't expect that she would let him take her back to perform meritorious service.

This also made him a little depressed. Why did the master never follow his ideas?

Of course, it was impossible for Mo Lingqiu to send her back. After finally snatching her away, how could he give her to someone else?

He looked at Feng Ling's hesitant face and suddenly asked in a deep voice,

"Master, does he know what will happen to him when he returns?"