The ghost-faced medical concubine of Lord Hanqing

Chapter 270 The Emperor Bestows a Marriage (3)

But when Mo Linhan and herself were the only ones in the room, everything changed. She first shook off the other party's hand holding her, and then slowly restrained the smile on her face.

"Mo Linhan, don't you think you should give me an explanation?" Her voice was indifferent and cold as if it came from hell.

But Mo Linhan was not afraid. He just sat down on the chair that Feng Wuqing often made, just stared at her and laughed fiercely, but didn't speak, and he also found something very interesting, that is, Feng Wuqing was actually Just a cold-faced paper tiger.

"What do you want to know?"

"What I want to know is why when I woke up, I was told that I was going to marry you on the eighth of next month." From the beginning to the end, what she cared about was that the world changed when she woke up, and she didn't think carefully about what she heard. In response to the news, she didn't have the slightest resistance in her heart, and she was even a little relieved.

It's just that she didn't notice it, and she can't be blamed for it. In Feng Wuqing's previous life for more than 20 years, all her energy was devoted to revenge. She didn't know what love is. In this life, she didn't contact anyone. , her heart has always been as calm as water, so she still doesn't know what feelings are. If she really wants to talk about feelings with her, her emotional IQ is probably only zero.

Mo Linhan was also aware of this, and he came to his senses at that moment: "Actually, it's all your fault." Mo Linhan began to play tricks, and said it with a face full of grievances.

"Why are you blaming me?" Feng Wuqing didn't hide her doubts at all, and her fists curled up quietly. If she couldn't hear an excuse that satisfied her, she would beat up this slanderous guy to the point of killing him. Neither the emperor father nor the empress mother knew each other.

Mo Linhan could see Feng Wuqing's curled fist, and he also knew that he couldn't escape the beating, so he begged pitifully: "Qingqing, please don't hit me in the face."

Tangtang King Han was beaten up, how could he have the face to go out and mess around.

As soon as Mo Linhan's words fell, Feng Wuqing punched him hard.

"Does it hurt?" Feng Wuqing smiled softly at him.

Although the face was still the one with the ugly scars, it was the frowning smile that made Mo Linhan's heart flutter, and he blurted out unconsciously: "You are so beautiful." His eyes also stared at Feng Wuqing's focused expression without blinking. As if she was a jewel of time.

And it was this pair of affectionate eyes that kept Feng Wuqing from dropping his second punch. She had a wrong intention for a moment, and it was this wrong intention that made her unable to help asking: "Mo Linhan, you are a famous man in the Mo Lin Dynasty. King Han, what kind of woman do you want, why would you want to marry me, an ugly woman with scars on her face?"

"Qingqing, you are not ugly, don't underestimate yourself, you should understand that I, Mo Linhan, am not superficial. If I only cared about my appearance, then I would already have a lot of wives and concubines."

Even what he said was very reasonable, Feng Wuqing's heart slowly began to sweeten, but she remembered another thing that she cared about very much, so her eyes became sharp again in an instant.

"Mo Linhan, I suddenly remembered something very important and wanted to ask you."

"You ask." Even though he knew it was about being punched again, Mo Linhan still had to bite the bullet.

"Please explain what happened to Xi Xinyi." She will never forget this woman, and this is something she always cares about.

(End of this chapter)