Shengshi sweet medical concubine

Chapter 242 Lack of trust hurts the heart

"Ma'am, is your leg okay?" Seeing that Wan'er was seriously injured, Mu Hua hurriedly chased after her to send her off, but as soon as he supported Wan'er, Wan'er shook off his hand.

"Go away, people who said that they don't believe me, stay away from me, you don't need me." Wan'er's tone was frighteningly cold, Mu Hua had never seen Wan'er so cold before, not only gave a slight slap Shivering, and in his slight daze, Wan'er had already dragged her legs for a long way.

"My lord." Mu Hua could only turn his head and call Ji Ling softly, wanting to see his idea.

Ji Ling is still standing there, his eyes are quietly looking at the stubborn figure that is drifting away, and his fists are clenched tightly. Could it be that he is really wrong? Seeing her stubborn appearance, his heart hurts, but he can't Just because you dote on her and love her, you help her wrong someone else casually, especially if this person was sent by Ji Yu, it will be very troublesome.

When Wan'er came back, the first thing she did was to prescribe a prescription herself, and asked Mingyue to fetch the medicine for her. down.

Originally, Qingfeng didn't close the door. After all, it was still early, and Ji Ling would come every afternoon. If the door was closed so early, what would Ji Ling do if he came?

"Ma'am, isn't it too early to close the door?" Qingfeng asked hesitantly when Wan'er asked her to close the door.

"I'm a little tired today, so I'll close the door early, and I want to take a good rest." Wan'er explained.

"What if the prince comes?" Qingfeng continued to ask, still in a daze.

"He won't come today." Wan'er said with certainty.

"Who said that the king will not come, this is the king's palace, and the king can go anywhere."

As soon as Wan'er finished speaking, a magnetic voice sounded outside, and then Ji Ling's slender figure walked in.

"Are you here to seek justice for your Mrs. Jing?" Wan'er asked in a cold voice without raising her head.

"Wan'er, are your injuries okay?" Ji Ling didn't care about Wan'er's indifference, and asked her in a gentle voice, and at the same time sat down next to Wan'er, reached out to pull her injured leg, wanting to see It depends on the condition of her leg injury.

"I can't die, I've said it before, if you don't believe me, don't pretend to be concerned about others, it's not necessary." Wan'er didn't care about Ji Ling's gentleness, she was still cold, and stepped aside, He didn't let him see her injuries.

"Wan'er, do you have to do this? Everyone is sad about your mother, and they don't want to. Do you have to kill a few people before letting go?" Ji Ling raised his head and asked Wan'er. The son's words were cold, but Ji Ling asked her in a soft tone.

"I don't want to kill a few people, and I don't want to kill casually. I just need to kill someone who murdered my mother. Of course, the prince is afraid of embarrassment. I will deal with it myself. As long as I don't help others, stop me." Wan'er stood up slowly, said lightly to Ji Ling, turned around and entered the room after speaking, fell asleep without even talking to Ji Ling.

Ji Ling also went in to have a look, only to see that she was asleep with the quilt covering her head, so she turned around and left without saying anything.

Ji Ling was not there, Wan'er slept alone, she still had a solid rest at night, and went to bed quite early, in the morning, Wan'er still woke up very early, as usual, she washed up first, and then asked Mingyue to prepare After getting off the horse, the consequence of the stalemate with Ji Ling is that she can only ride a horse when going out, but today, with Mingyue by her side, Wan'er is not afraid of someone suddenly rushing out with a sword.

In the morning of early spring, it was still a bit chilly. The sun was rising in the east, and it was red and lazy, and there was no warmth. A head of grass had just emerged on the side of the road, with a dewdrop on it, shrinking its neck from the cold, and the trees beside it were also Shivering in the breeze.

On the road, a fine horse galloped along the bluestone road to the top of the mountain with rhythmic steps. The man on the horse was dressed in white and had black hair. Although there was a bun on the top of his head, there were still many Randomly sprinkled behind him, with the wind, accompanied by his white clothes fluttering gently, this is a very beautiful man, with beautiful and exquisite facial features, and a face as delicate as jade, everything is so beautiful, more beautiful than a woman, It's just that in the soft beauty, there is more rigidity than a woman. This person is none other than Qian Jian, the son of Qian Yu, the grand master of Qian.

Qian Jian came to this mountain today as a response to an appointment. Yesterday, his servant handed him a letter. There were only two simple texts in the letter. It was not a famous work, but ordinary text. One he did not understand. The other one was written by Wan'er Tuo.

Although he didn't understand why Wan'er gave him such two words, he guessed that she must have encountered some difficulties and needed his help, because there was a small note with a few simple sentences on it.

"Wan'er has something important to ask Mr. Qian. Tomorrow will be Xishan, and Wan'er will be waiting on the top of the mountain. I hope Mr. Qian will definitely go there."

Sure enough, it was Dongfang Wan'er's tone, and she could be so domineering when asking for help, but she also guessed that he would not refuse to be with her, thinking about it, and walking forward, Qian Jian is not a bad way, after all, this mountain is too big for her. Familiar, Xishan, the place that makes him nostalgic, blindfolded, he can climb to the top of the mountain accurately.

When Qian Jian reached the top of the mountain, Wan'er was still missing. She must have been late. Qian Jian was not in a hurry, so she jumped off the horse, found a flat rock, took out the envelope, and put the two envelopes together. The handwriting was spread out and compared carefully again.

Although Wan'er didn't say anything, but seeing those two handwritings, he knew that what Wan'er said must be related to this.

"Does Mr. Qian feel that there is a difference between these two characters?" Qian Jian was watching intently, when a voice like a silver bell came from behind him.

"Ma'am, did you come alone?" Qian Jian raised his head only after being disturbed, but he knew who it was when he heard the voice.

The person who came was Wan'er, seeing Qian Jian's concentration, she asked aloud.

"Well, Mr. Qian is too." After hearing his question, Wan'er still smiled and replied. In fact, Wan'er came with Mingyue, but when she was about to reach the top of the mountain, she let Mingyue hide, and then Came up alone.

"I know kung fu." Qian Jian simply replied.

"I'm not afraid, the big deal is death, it's nothing, but did Mr. Qian find any clues in this word?" Wan'er first answered Qian Jian, and then brought the topic back to those two words.

"I can see that one is imitated by Madam, but I don't know the other one." Qian Jian replied to Wan'er, while putting away the envelope and the two words.

"Young Master Qian really has good eyesight." Wan'er also smiled slightly, and praised Qian Jian.

"It's just that Madam gave me this. Is that why you came to me today?" Qian Jian asked the truth with a faint smile.

(End of this chapter)