The ghost-faced medical concubine of Lord Hanqing

Chapter 173 Too Much Regret (3)

Dake nodded cryptically, because of the pain in his back, even speaking was painful, Feng Wuqing who understood so far nodded to him lightly, then threw him a delicate small bottle and said: "This is my Special medicine for golden sores, and don't touch the wound with water for three days."

After Feng Wuqing finished explaining, Dake fainted again.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Linhan took him away with a few servants.

Before leaving, Mo Linhan did not forget to tell her: "Qingqing, eat something before going to bed at night."

Then Mo Linhan's figure hurriedly followed the crowd.

The 'Fengyuan', which was bustling just a moment ago, suddenly became silent at this moment, but this silence made Feng Wuqing, who was always used to being alone, uncomfortable. She put her arms around her body and stood in the 'Fengyuan' for a long time doorway.

It wasn't until night fell that she turned and returned to the 'Fengyuan'.

After returning to the 'Fengyuan', Feng Wuqing didn't immediately go back to the room to sleep, but took a sword from the room and went back to the courtyard again.

"With the sword in Qing Wu's hand, the flowers bloom one day, day after day, year after year. . . . . . '

While dancing the sword, these words were uttered from Feng Wuqing's mouth, the voice was clear and clear, surrounding the sky of 'Fengyuan'.

After finishing the sword dance, Feng Wuqing left the sword on the stone table, and then returned to the room.

However, on this day, Feng Wuqing's mood was no longer as calm as before, and she also understood in her heart that some things cannot be avoided by herself.

For example, Mo Linhan's feelings for her, she is not a fool, of course she understands that Mo Linhan's eyes are always flashing with her determination to win.

But with such complicated emotions, Feng Wuqing slowly entered the dream.

In the dream, she dreamed of her previous life, her parents, and Feng Zhe. . . . . .

She heard Feng Zhe calling her name constantly, but she couldn't find him.

While Feng Wuqing was struggling in his dream, a figure stood on the back hill of King Han's Mansion, and he didn't leave for a long time.

"Your Majesty, it's getting dark, let's go back to the inn." It was a young man who spoke, and the man he called the Emperor looked about his age.

This emperor is none other than Feng Jianyue, the young monarch of the Fengjian Dynasty who is about to marry the Mo Lin Dynasty.

He didn't answer his subordinate's question immediately, but stood there looking at the distance for a long time before he said: "Luo Chen, how do you think the Fengjian Dynasty compares with this Molin Dynasty?"

Speaking casually, companions are like companions to tigers. Although Luo Chen was puzzled by his master's question, he still replied wisely: "Everyone has its own merits."

The sentence that each has its own merits did not make Feng Jianyue angry, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, obviously he was very satisfied with such an answer.

Then he turned his attention to the mansion at the foot of the mountain, and didn't say a word for a long time.

Looking at his master's profile, Luo Chen always felt that something was different, but he couldn't say what it was.

In fact, what Luo Chen didn't know was that the master beside him was no longer the person he knew.

Although the appearance is still the same, the soul has changed.

Yes, the master standing in Luochen's hands at this time is no longer the real emperor of the Fengjian Dynasty, and the current Fengjianyue is just a soul possessed.

(End of this chapter)