Prince please enthrone

Chapter 835 Just because she loves you

In the other carriage, the same weak and weak man was bossing around and giving orders:

"You are a genius doctor, you should be able to do what I want, right?"

You are a genius doctor, you are a genius doctor... Who stipulated that a genius doctor should know everything? !

For the first time, Murong Qian felt that being a miracle doctor was so hard...

She said vaguely:
"I'm a doctor, not a god, and I'm not good at everything..."

Feng Feng wiped away the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth nonchalantly, and asked with a gentle smile:

"What did you say?"

Murong Qianxin's small body trembled, and said:
"Isn't this... unfair to Miss Ye?"

"This is between me and her, so you don't have to worry about it."

"But..." The sense of justice prompted Murong Qianxin to bite the bullet and continue even under the bloodthirsty and threatening eyes of the man:
"But even if she succeeds in breaking up with Mr. An, so what? Do you want her to live in resentment and hatred towards others for the rest of her life without getting rid of it?"

"After she really falls in love with me, I will let her go."

Feng Qing's heart softened a little, and thinking of Ye Lizhi's obsessive infatuation for that person, she couldn't help but become as hard as iron again.

Seeing that dead rabbit that didn't want to live or die was about to open its three-petal mouth again, Feng Qing waved her hand impatiently and said:

"Don't tell me any great truths, I don't want to listen, you just need to do what I say. I didn't take this opportunity to kill An Ruhui, it's considered the most benevolent! As for Ye Lizhi, since he If you don’t know how to cherish it, let this king love it. I can’t guarantee anything else, at least this king won’t let her kneel in the snow, so why don’t you worry about it?”

Murong Qian lowered her head and tugged at the corner of her clothes, wondering: "But, that medicine..."

"You can't do it?" Fengqing gave a 'tsk', as if she was disgusted with her uselessness, and said:
"Then let me lower my requirements, as long as I can stir up her anger anytime and anywhere, let her always recall all the bad things in the past, and then hate and hate the people around her, forget their kindness to her, and have them treat her well." bad enough."

Murong Qian wanted to scratch the wall: What's the difference between this and the request at the beginning!

Fengqing continued on her own:
"Anyway, as long as all the feelings between her and An Ruhui are wiped out, this king will have a chance to sneak in. You just need to be able to achieve this goal."

Murong Qianxin's cute little face wrinkled into a bun as expected.

She really didn't understand why this man was so obsessed with that Miss Ye, it was unreasonable!
Can love really make people so blind and paranoid?

Woo... so scary, she must keep a respectful distance from this thing in the future!
Feng Qing rested in the carriage for a day and a night, and on the second day, she was alive and well again.

Before everyone woke up, he went to find a stream nearby and took a bath, washed off the dirt and blood all over his body, and when he came back, he tied the wound with a brand new gauze and put on a set of clothes. , becomes the same as before.

After the breakfast was ready, seeing Ye Lizhi scooping rice into the empty bowl in a daze, he walked lightly behind her, held her hand holding the handle of the spoon, and with a little effort, he almost wiped out the rice. The rice that fell to the ground was accurately fed into the empty bowl.

"Uncle peasants are very hard at farming. Aren't you afraid of being punished by God for wasting their efforts like this?" He whispered in her ear.

Ye Lizhi, who was so far away from the soul, seemed to have realized what he had just done just now, he responded dully, put down the spoon, and walked slowly towards the carriage with his rice bowl in his hand.

"Wait," Feng Qing stepped in front of her with a stride, grabbed the job bowl in her hand involuntarily, and said with a smile:

"Is it going to be delivered to your majesty? I think you don't look very good-looking, why don't you have dinner with them first, and I'll deliver it to him, how about it?"

Ye Lizhi in the past might have replied to him, 'Are you so kind? ’, but at this time, it seemed that she had been emptied of her soul, leaving only a walking corpse, neither in the mood to compete with him for a job, nor in the mood to quarrel with him. People are scooping up rice.

Feng Qing looked at her swaying, slender back that was about to fall in the next moment, and her handsome eyebrows slanted into her temples frowned fiercely, heartache and cruelty flashed in her eyes at the same time, she turned around and strode towards An Ru Go to the carriage where Hui is.

The spacious and luxurious carriage is well ventilated, and the morning sunlight is clean and warm, slanting in from all angles, reflecting on the soft, quiet, handsome and unparalleled face of the man lying in it, as beautiful as a finely crafted cut ink painting.

The light-colored brocade shirt with dark patterns wraps the man's increasingly thin body. The warm brocade quilt only covers the waist, and the slender and white hands are folded on the abdomen. With just a simple posture, one can see the man's rigor, Introverted, gentle and inviolable strength.

Sensing someone entering, An Ruhui, who was quietly looking out of the window, turned around. When he saw that it was him, he was not surprised, and only said lightly:

"To be able to eat a bowl of rice delivered by King Fengyang himself in one's lifetime is considered a life without regrets."

Smart people never need to hide their words.

Feng Qing put the rice bowl in her hand on the small table next to An Ruhui's pillow, came to him and sat cross-legged, and said with a smile:

"Even if you still have a little self-knowledge, you know that your time is numbered, and there is no way to save it."

An Ruhui sighed.

His silly Zhi'er, the corner of his mouth is smiling at him, but his eyes are crying, what else can he not see through?

An Ruhui supported the soft velvet blanket and sat up, leaned against the car wall and looked at the man opposite, and said calmly:
"The only spiritual herb that can save my life is probably because you have tampered with it. Although they refused to reveal a word to me, I guess that is probably the case."

Feng Qing snapped her fingers, and smiled wickedly with one corner of her mouth, and said:
"Congratulations, you guessed right," he said bluntly:

"An Ruhui, I wish you could die."

An Ruhui lowered his eyes and said calmly:

"I'm dead, Zhi'er won't have a good time."

"You still have the face to mention her?!"

Suddenly, Feng Qing's heart was on fire, her eyes were fierce and murderous, and she suppressed her voice and said:

"What did you do to her, this king is very clear! Don't think that just because she loves you, you can do whatever you want to her unscrupulously! Let me tell you, she is not willing to do anything to you, but it does not mean that others are not willing either. !"

An Ruhui's expression finally changed slightly, and he asked in surprise:

"What do you mean?"

(End of this chapter)