Only love the allure little demon concubine

Chapter 291

Lin Sheng never thought that Su Wanyue would treat him like this today, all because of some polite words he had said inadvertently in Su Jingyu's residence that day.

If he knew that Su Wanyue would misunderstand him because of this, presumably he would not have said such things that day no matter what.

Instead, he will tell the truth and express his true feelings in his heart, so as not to cause such a big misunderstanding!
Not only make the other person sad, but also make yourself sad.

"Hey!"

There was a sudden sigh all around.

Lin Sheng immediately became alert.

At this time, Mo Wushang, who was hiding on the big tree beside him, watched the incident carefully, couldn't help feeling a burst of emotion in his heart.

These two people are really... hey!

Let people have nothing to say!

It was obviously a simple matter, but it made the two of them so complicated.

Since both of them like each other, shouldn't it be enough to express their feelings to each other?

Why do you have to bury your worries in your heart like now, so that there is no misunderstanding between the two of you.

If this continues, when will these two people come together.

It seems that the relationship between these two people is really interesting.

"Hey!"

Can't help but sigh again.

"Who is there?!"

Lin Sheng thought he heard it wrong at first, but the second time he sighed, he was sure that there were other people besides the three of them in the imperial garden.

"It's you!"

Seeing the pink figure suddenly jumping out from a big tree not far away, Lin Sheng paused for a moment, then immediately recognized who it was.

The person in front of him was not the court lady Bai Zhi, but the master of Yue'er who was disguised as Bai Zhi, that mysterious woman with superb medical skills.

Mo Wushang jumped from the big tree in front of Lin Sheng, looked at him, and wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he finally closed his mouth.

Some things, it's better to let them solve it by themselves, don't help and make chaos by themselves, after all, she doesn't have the ability of a matchmaker.

However, this apprentice son-in-law looked pretty good, and he couldn't help but wanted to point out a few words to him.

"Yue'er has a simple temperament and likes to be straightforward. If you have something to do in the future, it's better to speak up directly, so as not to misunderstand her."

She had already said this, and hoped that the other party could understand what she meant.

"What does the girl mean?"

Mo Wushang's words made Lin Sheng hesitate to believe it.

Could it be that he did something he shouldn't do and said something he shouldn't say that made Yue'er misunderstand him.

However, what kind of misunderstanding would make her suddenly become so indifferent to herself.

"This is a matter between the two of you. It's better for you to figure out the specific situation yourself."

"However, Imperial Physician Lin came to the Imperial Garden today to enjoy the flowers, right?"

Mo Wushang's words made Lin Sheng react immediately.

Only then did he remember the purpose of his visit to the Imperial Garden today.

Lin Sheng suddenly bowed deeply to Mo Wushang.

"Lin Sheng would like to ask the girl to find out the truth as soon as possible for Yueer's sake."

For Lin Sheng's directness, Mo Wushang expressed his satisfaction. She is casual and naturally likes to be straightforward, and her impression of Lin Sheng is one step closer.

"If you don't say this, I will do the same. However, seeing what you said, what did you find?"

"Ok!"

Lin Sheng didn't hide anything, so he told Mo Wushang what he found on the mummy in detail.

Not a single discovery was missed.

After listening to the other party's words, Mo Wushang couldn't help frowning.

"You can print the shape of the wound."

　Green Yangfangcao Changting Road,

　　It is easy to throw people away when you are young.

　　The dream at the top of the building is at five o'clock,
　　The bottom of the flower is sad about the rain in March.

　　Ruthless is not as passionate as suffering,
　　An inch is worth thousands of strands.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)