The pet career of Shaoqing of Dali Temple

Chapter 247 Where is the real Mr. Chang Yuan?It's time to get married
It took a long time for Everlasting Grief to settle Ru Xiaonan down, changed into clean clothes, and saw that she was sleeping soundly, then went outside to talk with Qing Moyan.

Qing Moyan told what happened between him and Qingdu in the house.

Shocked with eternal regret, "Qingdu? Didn't he die in Baihe Academy?"

"He pretends to be Mr. Changyuan, it's very likely that Mr. Changyuan is really in danger." Qing Moyan frowned.

Everlasting Hate was also very disturbed, finally waiting for Xuanyu to come back.

"My lord, all the people in the village have disappeared." Xuanyu hurried in and said without even breathing, "Mr. Qingyuan's house is also... It seems that everyone has disappeared."

"The Chang Yuan we saw... was played by Qing Du." Qing Moyan said in a deep voice, "Qing Du is good at black talismans, and he also knows spells. Do you find anything suspicious?"

"There are some footprints at the back door. We didn't dare to pursue them deeply, because the situation near the back mountain is not right. It seems that there is a magic circle. Miss Ru is not there, so we dare not enter without authorization."

Qing Moyan nodded, he was impeccable in Xuanyu's judgment, now is the time for employing people, he can't let his subordinates act rashly.

"Keep here, we leave tomorrow."

Although the situation in the village was a bit wrong, Ru Xiaonan was seriously injured, and the bumps in the carriage were severe, so he didn't want to take the risk.

Xuanyu and the others stayed in the courtyard, and they didn't dare to close their eyes all night, and Changhen didn't dare to leave Ru Xiaonan's side for half a step.

After finally dawning, Qing Moyan prepared the car, and the group left the small village.

All the blankets and quilts were spread on a carriage, Qing Moyan dared to carry Ru Xiaonan into the carriage.

Driving is as slow as walking.

"Master Shaoqing." While the motorcade was resting, Chang Hen remembered something, "Mr. Chang Yuan usually retreats on the mountain, this time we got the news of his going down the mountain by accident, if we are being plotted by someone this time Now, do you think it is possible that the real Mr. Changyuan is still retreating on the mountain?"

Qing Moyan's eyes flickered, "Do you know where he is retreating?"

Chang Hen nodded, "Mr. Chang Yuan's residence in the village is not a secret, because he seldom comes down the mountain, but the retreat place is very secret, only my clan knows."

Qing Moyan fell into silence.

"Should we send someone to take a look at the mountain?" Changhen asked.

Qing Moyan shook his head, "No, since Qingdu wants the Gu King in my body, he will definitely attack again. He is in the dark and we are in the light. He will definitely stare at us. If you send someone to Mr. Changyuan Wherever he wants to go, his people will follow him, I’m afraid we will be one step too late.”

"What should I do?"

"Leave him alone for now, let's talk about it later in the year. I have to deal with some things first. Otherwise, if I leave the palace for too long, some people will jump out uneasy."

Chang Hen nodded, and the two talked again, Ru Xiaonan woke up in the car, crying softly for water.

Everlasting Hate quietly backed away.

It's not that she doesn't want to help, but every time she sees Qing Moyan's expressionless face, she feels too much pressure. Only by letting him do these things with his own hands can he feel more comfortable.

Water has been prepared in the car for a long time, and if it gets cold, put it in a teapot and wrap it with a thick quilt.

Qing Moyan gave her water to drink.

The warm water slid down his throat, and his chest hurt like hell.

Ru Xiaonan only took two sips before turning her face away.

Qing Moyan touched her forehead, "Do you want to eat?"

"No." The thin voice was like a kitten meowing.

Somewhere in Qing Moyan's heart was soft and messed up.

"Eternal Hate cooked soft porridge, and you can only take medicine after eating the porridge."

Thinking of the pitch-black soup, Ru Xiaonan felt nauseous for a while.

"I don't want to eat that."

"Then what do you want to eat?"

"Milk cake, crisp leaf roll."

Qing Moyan was speechless for a moment, not because he was reluctant to give her food, but because these two things are the signature snacks of various restaurants in the capital.

"Besides these two...what else do you want to eat?"

Ru Xiaonan pursed her mouth, feeling aggrieved, "Jade Peach Cake, Almond Bergamot."

This is the snack in the palace.

Qing Moyan supported his forehead, a little weak.

"Except for them..."

Ru Xiaonan's little nose twitched, "Forget it, just plain porridge."

Everlasting Regret filled a bowl of porridge, watched Qing Moyan come out with a heavy cloud of sorrow on his head, took the porridge and got into the carriage again.

"Your Majesty seems to be in a bad mood." Shi Datian couldn't help but said something, while drinking his porridge "slipping and slipping".

"Girl Mushroom is hurt, if you don't want to die, just say a few words." Xuanyu said coldly.

Few people spoke along the way, even if someone spoke occasionally, their voices were extremely low.

When I returned to the capital, it happened to be the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and the city was full of lanterns and festoons, and it was very lively.

Qing Moyan didn't take Ru Xiaonan back to Qinghou Mansion directly, but arranged her in a Zhuangzi outside the city.

Changhen went back to Dali Temple first, and went to the village every two days to change the prescription for Ru Xiaonan.

Qing Moyan was going to Dali Temple during the day, and sent people to restaurants in the city to order snacks to be delivered to the village every day.

Finally eating the snack she had been thinking about, Ru Xiaonan finally compromised and drank the medicine on her own.

But her injury made her extremely clingy, because she had to lie on the bed every day, and there was nowhere to vent her boring emotions, so as long as Qing Moyan didn't come back, she would make trouble, and the whole Zhuangzi would be disturbed by her trembling.

When Changhen came to deliver the medicine, he was surprised to see Qing Moyan: "Master Shaoqing, why are you so thin?"

Qing Moyan could only smile wryly.

Unexpectedly, it was Ru Xiaonan who was hurt, but she tormented him enough.

It took Ru Xiaonan a full half a month to walk around in the ground, but Qing Moyan was even more worried.

Everlasting Hate told him not to let Ru Xiaonan do strenuous activities, but he only left Zhuangzi for a day, and when he came back, he heard that Ru Xiaonan had stretched the wound.

Full of anger, it all dissipated when she saw Ru Xiaonan smiling and presenting treasures to him with her newly made amulet.

"Why are you in a hurry to do this?" He reprimanded, but his body had to sit down cooperatively, letting her put the amulet tied with the red string on him by herself.

"That's how I feel at ease, what if someone tries to trick you while I'm not around." Ru Xiaonan looked at her achievements contentedly.

Qing Moyan sighed silently, he found more and more that there was nothing he could do with this little thing.

Everyone outside the house was still worried that the prince would get angry with Miss Ru, but after listening in the courtyard for a long time, there was a lot of thunder and little rain.

Facts have proved that: since ancient times, one thing has fallen one thing, they have nothing to worry about.

In the blink of an eye, it was February, and Ru Xiaonan's injury was almost healed, so Qing Moyan took her into the palace.

"What are we going to do?" Ru Xiaonan asked puzzled.

"What do you think?" Qing Moyan was in a good mood, smiling since morning.

Ru Xiaonan tilted her head, unable to think.

Qing Moyan leaned over and pressed against her ear: "It's time for us to get married too."

(End of this chapter)