The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

But in fact, this person was very rational and even told Fengling that she had recognized the wrong person.

This convinced Mo Lingqiu that this person was not Ying Xiaojiu.

He instantly understood the whole story and why Feng Ling was so sad.

But now he doesn't know how to tell her the truth.

After Zhao Yuchen left a word, he turned and left without any hesitation.

Feng Ling was still struggling to catch up, but Mo Lingqiu hugged her tightly and wouldn't let her leave.

Mo Lingqiu watched Zhao Yuchen's leaving figure. He did not look back, but hugged Feng Ling tighter.

Feng Ling's eyes were a little hollow. She looked at the direction where the man disappeared, as if she hadn't recovered from the shock just now.

What happened tonight was beyond everyone's expectations, and Mo Lingqiu didn't want to delve into it any further.

He hugged Feng Ling distressedly and prepared to return to their residence.

Later he heard that the man who looked exactly like Ying Xiaojiu was actually the eldest son of Prince Shangyu.

He had been recuperating in the Great Buddha Temple due to illness in the past, and was recently brought back to his home.

Since he rarely goes out, others are not familiar with him.

Mo Lingqiu sneered in his heart, no matter what the identity of the other party was, as long as he did not appear, did not affect their lives, and did not have any interaction with Fei Ling, he could ignore him.

He carried Feng Ling back to their residence. Their small courtyard is now full of life.

The orchids in front of the window and the cabbage patch next to them are their common memories.

She once laughed at him for not understanding taste and questioned the aesthetics of growing cabbage next to orchids. It seemed to her an ugly sight.

However, he insisted on his vision and believed that the combination of orchids and Chinese cabbage was just right. In his opinion, her noble orchid matched his ordinary white cabbage so well. Obviously, it was not him who did not understand the taste, but her.

Mo Lingqiu gently put Feng Ling down and let her sit on the stool.

Feng Ling seemed to have lost her soul since she came back. Tears flowed silently and her eyes were slightly red and swollen.

Mo Lingqiu saw this and felt pain in his heart.

He stood up again, fetched a basin of cold water and cotton cloth, and carefully wiped the tears from the corners of Feng Ling's eyes.

"Stop crying..." Mo Lingqiu's voice was full of endless love and helplessness.

His movements were as gentle as handling fragile glass, for fear of hurting her. Sigh softly,

"Do you know what you look like now?"

The corners of Feng Ling's eyes turned red, and her nose started to feel sore again when she heard his words.

Her eyes slowly fell on him, with a trace of doubt in her eyes.

Seeing Feng Ling's reaction, Mo Lingqiu breathed a sigh of relief.

He gently wiped away the tears on both sides of her cheeks with a wet cloth and said softly,

"You look ugly like this. Your eyes are swollen like two walnuts. It's really ugly."

What should I do now? Others will think that I am even less worthy of this beautiful and intelligent young husband.

Especially the romantic little widow next door, I'm afraid she will pester me again to flatter her. You say, what should we do?

Feng Ling was trying to brew up her sadness, but after hearing this, she almost couldn't help laughing.

If this were laughable, it would ruin the character's setting.

I pinched my fingertips hard to calm down.

The eyelashes trembled slightly, and the tears fell down.

Feng Ling knew that Mo Lingqiu said this deliberately to divert her attention and make her happy. However, she really couldn't be happy at this moment.

Then the corners of his mouth twitched stiffly, with an expression uglier than crying on his face.

Mo Lingqiu sighed helplessly, pressed Feng Ling's head into her chest, and coaxed softly,

"Stop laughing, it's uglier than crying. Are you deliberately giving me nightmares at night?"

Mo Lingqiu talked to Fei Ling for a while, and the atmosphere in the air gradually relaxed. Feng Ling's expression relaxed a lot.

But thinking about the close distance between the two of them now, the body stiffened slightly.

She stretched out her hand, slowly pushed him away, and then said softly,

"Xiaojiu is not dead...he is back."

Mo Lingqiu wanted to persuade Feng Ling, but her reaction made him feel helpless.

He gently pushed her shoulders, trying to make her face reality.

"Ling Ling, you have to understand that he is not Xiao Jiu. He just has a similar appearance to Xiao Jiu. He is the eldest son of Prince Shangyu's palace and has a distinguished status. He is definitely not the little killer Xiao Jiu who is obedient to you. I hope you can see reality."

However, Feng Ling became more and more excited.

She slapped his hand away hard, tears falling down,

"You always lie to me! He is the Xiaojiu I know so well. I won't believe you!"

Feng Ling cried loudly, her body trembling and resisting his touch.

"Don't touch me, don't try to lie to me again!"

Mo Lingqiu could only let go of his hand, and he persuaded softly,

"Okay, okay, calm down first and listen to what I have to say? If he is really Xiaojiu, why doesn't he come back to you? If he is really Xiaojiu, how could he watch you being taken away by me? Walk?"

"Don't you remember? In that ruined temple, I accidentally touched your waist, and he actually wanted to chase me and kill Bansu. It seems like he likes you very much. He can't possibly treat you right I will turn a blind eye, let alone push you away at will. Don’t you remember any of this?”

Mo Lingqiu patiently reminded Feng Ling, trying to guide her to recall more truths.

If that person was really Jian Xiaojiu, then there was no way he would hurt Feng Ling.

After hearing these words, Feng Ling finally couldn't help but shed tears.

She knew what Mo Lingqiu said made sense, but whenever she thought of what she saw on the street that day, she felt a twinge in her heart.

Xiaojiu's great care for that girl and his words about marrying her were unacceptable to Feng Ling.

But how could she give up? She had waited too long for him.

Feng Ling wiped away her tears hard and began to think about various possible reasons and excuses.

"Maybe Xiaojiu is injured, yes, that must be the case."

She began to look for reasonable explanations for his behavior,

"You also know that the cliff is so high, how can ordinary people fall without being injured?"

"He must have been seriously injured to forget me for a while. As long as I stay with him, as long as I tell him all about our past, he will definitely remember it. Xiao Jiu is obviously so Like me..."

Feng Ling nodded firmly, trying to convince herself, and then as if she remembered something, she took out the jade pendant from her arms.

It was worn by Xiaojiu since she was a child, and it was their token of love. With this, he will definitely remember her.

This time, she really couldn't give up anymore.

Feng Ling said as she held the jade pendant tightly in her hand, close to her heart.

Tears fell from her eyes and she clenched her fingers tightly as if it was the most important thing to her.

Mo Lingqiu looked at her and suddenly asked,

"what about me?"