From Qingrong's narrative, Qingmu can clearly feel his difficult situation.

After Qingrong said that, she said, "My father and I had a tacit understanding. When I felt that this matter was natural, I found some time to talk to my mother. I never thought about it. I thought that something happened at this time. The most taboo thing about my mother is the genetic disease of the Ji family. This time, two pairs were involved! No, there are also three pairs of father, mother and mother!"

"The kidney is very important for men. If Xuehao picks a kidney to save me, if there are any sequelae in the future, it will be troublesome. Besides, if Xuehao picks the kidney and has sequelae, it will affect his and Qingyu's life, but I still die, isn't this a loss? There is also a possibility."

Qingmu finished talking about the worst possible, and said to Qingrong: "As for the queen, don't worry, you think this is useless now. Haven't they left the hospital? Regardless of whether the queen knows it or not, she has been controlled by her father. What you have to do now is to accompany her first, comfort her and encourage her. You are doing very well. As for other things, let's find a way together. I suggest not to say it on Xuehao's side. Because the queen knows it, it is impossible not to tell Uncle Ji. Uncle Ji knows it. If he feels it is necessary, he will tell his son. Let's not interrupt this matter."

"Yeah." Take a deep breath and try to adjust your emotions.

After venting his anger, Xiaoxiao complained to her brother. No matter whether Qingmu can help or not, at least Qingrong feels much more comfortable now.

Qingmu seemed to ponder for a moment and said, "Don't worry too much. I suddenly remembered a clue, and I went to ask for it, but I was not sure."

Qingrong was stunned, but trusted and admired her very much: "Okay!"

After finishing the call, Qingrong calmed down on the rooftop. Looking at the time, he had been out for almost twenty minutes, so he hurried back.

But the screen and Bella were sitting quietly in a very heavy mood.

The two of them recalled the sweet smile of Qingrong after falling in love, and were both happy for him, but why did they choose so many times? But they just chose it, but they thought about it, and then something happened to them?

Qingmu has no intention of giving lectures to Bella.

He patted her on her shoulder and said, "You can see if I'm out for a while."

"Where are you going?" Bella was anxious: "Didn't you say you can't tell Xuehao?"

"I won't look for Xuehao."

Qingmu did not turn around, his steps, expression, and tone were very heavy.

Looking back at the time in Jiyuan, Bella's mood became heavier and heavier when she thought about her sister.

The graceful corridor is covered with gorgeous carpets, and the classical and beautiful European wall lights are like the guiding star in the direction, and they walk straight to the end of the corridor at this end.

But the room deep in the end belongs to medicine.

Qingmu stood at the door of the medical doctor's room, silent for a long time, thinking about what the first sentence should be said after knocking on the door.

Just when he was still in a daze, the door suddenly opened from the inside.

A scent of agarwood came to his face, which smelled very good. Looking around, the long hair of the medicine doctor was raised, and a short-sleeved ancient cotton and linen robe was on his body. The buttons were exquisitely hand-buttoned. His face was like a crown, with a childish face, and the temperament he exuded was spotless. It has been so many years since he was still like this.

The admiring eyes were deep and unfathomable: "Do you know I'm coming?"

The medicine doctor met his eyes without being humble or arrogant: "Sir Third Highness, please come in."

Qingmeng responded and went in.

To be honest, no one has ever come in this room because there are many quirks about medicine. If the person in Crescent Bay is in poor health, he can go out of the door of the room to treat it, but he will not use his dormitory as a medical treatment or hospitality.

There are bamboo and wood floors under your feet, just like the antique mahogany buildings in the interior.

When Qingmeng walked here, he felt a sense of schizophrenia. He grew up here since he was a child. The bedroom was built several times, and it was full of luxurious palace charm, but he didn't know that there was a world here with a unique world.

The exquisitely carved bed of rosewood and the antique couch!

Qingmu stared at the couch in front of him, and looked at the small short table on the couch with an incense burner. Looking around, he seemed to have traveled to ancient times.

"This is what my father decorates for you, right?"

"Um."

After visiting the side of Qingmu, he watched the medicine doctor sit on the couch and faced the few short legs. He poured a cup of green tea with a teapot, then placed it respectfully across from him, greeting Qingmu: "Second Your Highness, please sit down."

Qingmeng walked over, took off his shoes and imitated him to meditate cross-legged.

He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child and has been holding his legs down. He doesn’t feel it difficult to sit like this.

"What's the matter with the third palace coming to see me?" The medicine doctor picked up the tea that had already cooled down in front of him, opened the lid of the incense burner with his jade hand, poured the tea in it, and the curling blue smoke passed away in the world.

Qingmeng picked up the tea, drank it, and put it down.

To be honest, he couldn't taste it, nor did he understand the tea ceremony.

If you give him a glass of fruit wine, ask him what it tastes, or give him a cup of coffee, ask him what it tastes, he can tell me why. After all, who is a child of this age who only cares about drinking tea all day long?

Qingmu looked at him straight: "Are you not a human?"

Seeing that he had finished drinking, the medicine doctor raised his green sleeves to add another cup to him, but he heard the boy's words shockingly and couldn't help but stop his movements.

Two brown pupils, like a deep pool, met the boy's vast black pupils. He was silent and resumed his action of adding tea.

He also added a cup to himself, and the doctor sighed: "Of course I am a human. Is the Third Highness not awake yet?"

"Is that?" Qing Muqing smiled, her eyes shining brightly and cunningly, with a trace of calculating: "If you are a human being, you will have to eat grains and cereals, and you will have birth, old age, sickness and death. You have stopped eating with us for a long time. My father said you have your own kitchen and told everyone not to care about you. But I have never heard anyone say that you have sent you ingredients in private. Besides, since I was three or four years old, I have seen you in Huantian Pavilion. You have been thirteen years, and your appearance has not changed at all. Grandpa Is old, but you are still like this!"

The medicine doctor shook his head helplessly and smiled bitterly: "Then you touch me, is my face, is my beard, and is my hair?"

"What the hell are you?" Qingmufeng narrowed her eyes and suddenly looked at him with great sharpness: "Say!"

The medical doctor was amused and laughed: "I am really a human, otherwise what else could it be?"

He admired or believed it. He had heard of the adventures of his ancestors, and felt that the medicine and medicine at home were really strange and had been observing for a long time. If it weren't for the fact that he was willing to be so arrogant today, he wouldn't have been willing to take this liberty.
Chapter completed!