Shengshi sweet medical concubine

472 - Forget the past
The spring in the south is particularly beautiful, especially in the morning of the small forests that grow naturally. Facing the rising sun in the morning, the protruding buds of the forests contain a golden bead that refracts the sun's rays colorfully. , twinkling above the woods, very beautiful.

Looking at the beautiful scenery, the little birds who came back from morning exercise could no longer bear to wait and see. They soared to attract the attention of the opposite sex, but as soon as they jumped up, they found a delicious meal, a caterpillar, gnawing on the fresh hair Seeing this scene, it no longer cared about its original purpose, jumped up quickly, jumped onto the branch lightly, and pecked the bug into its mouth with lightning speed.

Joyful chirping broke the tranquility of the early morning, and the murder hidden behind all the beauty is just that moment, so fast that people ignore it, so fast that it makes the world think that nothing has ever happened, except for the victims and the murderers Outsiders.

Walking on this small path in the forest, the rustling of leaves under her feet made Wan'er a little confused. The small town Ji Qin mentioned was in front of her. She didn't know if she could see Ji Ling smoothly. She let Qing Yuan I went out to find out the situation, and heard that they would take a walk in the garden in front of this grove in the morning, so Wan'er chose this remote and bumpy path. Grass grew on both sides of the road. Fortunately, it was spring, and the grass was still growing. It's not very deep, and it doesn't block her way forward, but the leaves on the road are very thick, and I don't know how many years they have accumulated. It is no different from this mountain. If you don't walk well, you will get lost, but Wan'er dare not take the big road. Firstly, she was afraid that she would not be able to meet Ji Ling, so she would be caught by Fan Qianya's people. In that case, she would come here and die for nothing. Secondly, she was worried that Qian Jian and the others would find out, and then they would chase after her and arrest her. In this way, it would be possible She was never allowed to come out again, so she decided to take this path that few people walked, and the thick leaves could not leave footprints, making it impossible for people to trace.

"My lord, this flower is so beautiful."

As soon as she passed through the woods and saw the light ahead, Wan'er heard a familiar voice, it was Fan Qianya, Wan'er was a little excited, hearing her call Wang Ye, Wan'er guessed that it must be Ji Ling.

"Well, here it is for you." Ji Ling's voice came over, Wan'er hid behind a tree, through the sparse trees in front, saw Ji Ling put a small flower on Fan Qianya's head, and said something in her heart Can't tell the taste.

"Thank you, my lord." Fan Qianya leaned into Ji Ling's arms, and then said to Ji Ling in a delicate voice.

What a beautiful couple, the world is really a little envious, Wan'er suddenly wants to cry, when she and Ji Ling are together, it seems that such scenes are rare.

"My lord, what's the matter with you?" Just as Wan'er lowered her head and felt her nose a little sore, she suddenly heard Fan Qianya's anxious cry, causing Wan'er to raise her head in a hurry and look over there, Ji Ling I don't know what happened, but when Fan Qianya approached him, he suddenly covered his chest and bent down.

"Does your mouth hurt again?" Fan Qianya still greeted anxiously.

"It's okay. It should be caused by previous injuries. It will be fine in a while." Ji Ling seemed to relax a little, waved his hand slightly, and said softly to Fan Qianya.

"What is this?" After talking to Fan Qianya, Ji Ling seemed to feel better, and let go of his hand covering his chest, but when he stood up straight and his hand left his chest, he seemed to touch something on his chest. Then he took it out with some doubts.

It was a portrait, Wan'er got closer and hid behind a relatively big tree, looking forward, what Ji Ling was holding in his hand turned out to be her portrait, it was ridiculous, her mind was controlled by someone, He even carried her portrait with him.

"Who is this woman?" After watching for a long time, Ji Ling did not recognize Wan'er, not only turned his head to look at Fan Qianya, but then asked her suspiciously.

"Her name is Dongfang Wan'er. The prince saved her before. To thank him, she sent you a portrait of her." Fan Qianya said it in a decent way, and it didn't look like a fabrication at all.

"Dongfang Wan'er?" Ji Ling repeated the name, as if it was familiar, but it was strange. He raised his head, as if he was about to think of something, and then suddenly his chest hurt again.

"My lord, what's the use of this broken portrait, and it can't be sold for money." Fan Qianya saw that something was wrong suddenly with Ji Ling, and when she pretended to help him, she was blocked by the portrait in his hand, which hindered her movement, so she not only complained .

"You don't like it? Then throw it away." Ji Ling asked Fan Qianya, and then threw the portrait into the grass.

Wan'er, who was hiding behind them, finally couldn't help crying when she saw the portrait abandoned by him. She remembered that Zheng Sixi told her that Ji Ling was injured at the border because she dropped her portrait. When making a portrait, it was a chance for others to take advantage of, but now this portrait made him dismissive, just like when he was at the inn back then.

"I don't like it, I just think it's useless." Fan Qianya enjoyed it.He reached out and patted Ji Ling's back lightly, then said softly.

"There is nothing that Ya'er doesn't like, so I'll keep it." Ji Ling, who took two steps, didn't know if he really heard Fan Qianya's words, or if he was reluctant to give up on the portrait and left again. When he came back, he picked up the portrait, carefully wiped off the water droplets on it with his sleeve, rolled it up, and stuffed it into his bosom again.

Fan Qianya, who was on the side, was very angry when she saw this scene. When Ji Ling nodded and wiped the water droplets on it, hatred even flashed in her eyes, but it was only for a moment. Momo emotions were quickly withdrawn by her, and then she still looked at him with a bright and innocent smile.

"This king just thinks this portrait is pretty good." Ji Ling didn't know whether it was his emotions or what, when he looked at Fan Qianya, he even explained a sentence redundantly, but he didn't say anything, he always felt that this woman had something to do with him Relationship, but what kind of relationship, but he couldn't explain it clearly. Fan Qianya said that he saved people, but he didn't have such influence.

Of course, what made him doubt even more was Fan Qianya's words, because he knew himself very well, and he didn't care much about troupe girls' things at all, let alone a portrait, and what's more, he could see that the portrait was his own. Feng, that is to say, he painted it himself, and that person must be someone he knows and is willing to sit in front of him and paint for him, but he can't remember it.

Wan'er in the forest could see that Ji Ling was trying to think about the past, she knew that Ji Ling was doubting Fan Qianya's words, and she was sure that Ji Ling hurt others to care about her, because only in this way, Ji Ling would not be able to remember everything with her clearly , which is one of the reasons for ****.

"Who?"

Just when Wan'er got the answer and was about to leave and go back to discuss with Qian Jian about finding an antidote, Ji Ling suddenly looked at the woods and asked coldly.

(End of this chapter)