Prosperous Concubine

Chapter 219
Mu Yutang blinked her eyes, Xiao Qingyu's poison had been cured, she didn't need to yell, everyone knew it, and said lightly: "Xiao Shizi is not feeling well, he is resting in the inner room, he wants to drink mung bean soup, I will go to the kitchen to see look."

When An Mofeng heard this, a gleam of light appeared in his jade-like eyes, and he said casually: "I have been shopping for a long time, and the dripping water is not exhausted, and I am also thirsty. I will go to the kitchen with you."

Mu Yutang glared at him: "Drink tea if you're thirsty, tea will quench your thirst."

An Mofeng shook his head in disapproval: "I drink tea every day, it's nothing new, I want to drink mung bean soup."

Mu Yutang looked at the sky speechlessly, An Mofeng wanted to follow her and just said it, but actually found such a flawed excuse, a white shadow floated in front of her eyes, Mu Yutang remembered that she was holding An Mofeng's handkerchief.

The handkerchief smelled of water vapor and green grass, embroidered with a few clusters of bamboo, and a maple character was embroidered in the corner.

With a playful smile on the corner of Mu Yutang's mouth, she waved a handkerchief at An Mofeng: "Sipa sent love, I wonder which girl An Shizi has taken a fancy to?" They all used Sipa to express their love, and the relationship must be unusual.

An Mofeng looked at Mu Yutang's half-smile expression, and sighed silently: "My mother embroidered this for me. I said earlier that I don't want such a feminine handkerchief, but she just wouldn't listen..."

He didn't tell Mu Yutang that the second half of Princess An's sentence was: "This silk handkerchief is not for you, but for the girl you like."

Mu Yutang raised her eyebrows. It turned out that she made a mistake and had a big oolong. She handed the handkerchief to An Mofeng, and she walked out of the courtyard slowly: "I'm going to the kitchen!"

An Mofeng put away the handkerchief, and hurriedly followed: "Wait for me, let's go together!"

An Mofeng and Mu Yutang on Qingshi Road walked together, very close. An Mofeng looked at Mu Yutang with gentle and affectionate eyes, and Xiao Qingyu frowned slightly, his obsidian-like pupils An imperceptible sullenness flashed in his face!
"Yutang is very likable!" Prince Yan said with a little teasing in his eyes, abruptly.

Xiao Qingyu's black eyes were as deep as a pool, and his voice was light: "What exactly does the lord want to say?"

King Yan looked at Xiao Qingyu, with a rare solemnity in his eyes: "The son's... illness, the son knows best in his heart, how long the son's body can last... After so many years of suffering from illness, the son should be able to guess the probability, the son The heavy burden on your shoulders... the prince knows better than anyone else, does the prince think that he can give Yutang happiness?"

Xiao Qingyu's deep eyes narrowed instantly: "The prince is teaching me?"

"Don't dare." King Yan shook his head with a smile, a look of regret flashed in his eyes: "Yutang is a normal woman, but your son..."

"So, the lord thinks that An Mofeng is suitable for her?" Xiao Qingyu cut off his words, his black eyes were calm and unwavering, and there was an imperceptible coldness in his faint voice.

"I don't know if it's suitable for me, but at least he has a strong body and can grow old with Yutang!" King Yan saw Xiao Qingyu's deep pupils filled with turbulent waves, and his breathtaking aura made people take one's breath. Stuffed, I couldn't help coughing lightly: "This king's words are for reference only, the prince can..."

"Did King Yan ever have a lover?" Xiao Qingyu raised his eyebrows and looked at King Yan, his eyes were unfathomable.

King Yan's complexion darkened, and a trace of pain flashed quickly in his sharp eyes. The pain disappeared quickly, but it did not escape Xiao Qingyu's eyes. He slowed down his voice: "Where is she now?"

"Passed away!" King Yan said in a low voice, his sunken eyelids retracted the expression in his pupils.

"If she is still alive, will Prince Yan give her up to someone else?" Xiao Qingyu's soft voice is like plucking the strings of a piano, beautiful and pleasant.

King Yan frowned tightly, and looked at him with displeasure. Xiao Qingyu blamed him for meddling in his affairs, and taught him with his personal experience: "Xiao Shizi, this king's illness is not born with you, but your son's The disease has been there since childhood..."

"If you're sick, don't you have the right to love someone?" Xiao Qingyu cut off King Yan's words, and looked at him coldly. The deep and firm eyes in his eyes made King Yan seem to see himself when he was young, and he loved him so passionately. All of them hold out the whole heart, but good luck tricks people.

"There is nothing wrong with loving someone, but it also depends on whether you can give her happiness. If Shizi thinks that you can give Yutang happiness, then hold on to this relationship tightly. If you can't give her happiness, then let it go, because , loving someone is not selfish possession, but wishing her happiness..."

What is happiness?Xiao Qingyu has never experienced it for more than ten years.

He clearly remembered the first time he saw Mu Yutang. In the darkness, her dark and cold eyes were like a ray of sunlight, illuminating his dark life, and his indifferent heart suddenly trembled. , Seeing her bright little face and bright smile, his mood also rose inexplicably. She made his face no longer have only one expression, and made his world full of colors. He felt that that was happiness.

But he really didn't know if Mu Yutang was as happy and happy as him.

His deep, blank eyes looked in the direction of the kitchen, as if he wanted to see what Mu Yutang was doing through the many buildings.

In fact, Mu Yutang was out of the kitchen carrying the soup Gu and the soup bowl, and was walking steadily under the shade of the trees.

Holding a porcelain bowl in his hand, An Mofeng strode up to catch up, his enchanting handsome face brimming with a charming smile: "Yutang, Xiao Qingyu and I are drinking mung bean soup, why don't you just take a bowl?" !" The porcelain bowl in her hand flashed in front of her eyes, showing off.

Mu Yutang's beautiful face darkened, and she gave him a hard look: "Didn't you drink a bowl of mung bean soup in the kitchen?"

An Mofeng waved his hands disapprovingly: "It's hot, how can a bowl of mung bean soup quench my thirst, such a big cup, Xiao Qingyu can't finish it, it's okay to share a bowl with me..."

How could the mung bean soup that Yutang personally served was only cheaper than Xiao Qingyu.

Mu Yutang looked at the sky speechlessly, water and porridge are easy to fill her stomach, An Mofeng drank a bowl just now, and she won't be thirsty at all in a short time, he snatched Xiao Qingyu's soup because he deliberately wanted to make Xiao Qingyu unhappy!

In order to save her from being bitten by a snake, Xiao Qingyu was weak, so she cleaned up Xiao Qingyu's troubles: "It's not impossible for Mr. An to drink soup, but we have agreed in advance that Mr. Xiao will not drink until he is full. drink!"

An Mofeng's complexion instantly sank, and his jade-like eyes were full of sorrow: "You let me drink what Xiao Qingyu left?"

Mu Yutang shook her head in disapproval: "The soup is in a cup, so there is no such thing as leftovers. If you don't want to, go to the kitchen, and you can drink the soup there."

An Mofeng was very depressed when he heard her words. Xiao Qingyu was ill, and the little wild cat treated her so preferentially. If he had known that he was also suffering from a little trouble, the little wild cat took such special and considerate care of him.

(End of this chapter)