Chu Qingwan got off the carriage and asked with a cold face: "I wonder what the prince is waiting for here specially?"
Prince? No longer called A Jing? Why do you still want to do it?
Mo Jingyu was keenly aware that something was wrong, and asked instead of answering: "Wanwan was wronged at the princess's house?"
Chu Qingwan said in a strange tone: "How can it be wronged? The princess is so noble and noble, and the thunder, rain, and dew are all blessings."
Mo Jingyu was convinced that it was Roujia who made her unhappy, so he said without thinking: "What happened? Tell me and I will make the decision for you."
Chu Qingwan rolled his eyes: "You can decide everything for me?"
Mo Jingyu did not hesitate: "Of course. If Wanwan is unhappy, there must be someone who is short-sighted. How can I forgive him lightly?"
Chu Qingwan asked: "Even if that person has a close relationship with you?"
Mo Jingyu clarified: "Wanwan, I am not a casual person. If you insist on talking to someone who has a close relationship with me, you have to be the first one."
Chu Qingwan pouted and was easily coaxed by these words.
Yan Ran and Lin Yu witnessed the whole process and were stunned.
Of these two masters, one remained calm and composed in the carriage, as if no one's thoughts mattered.
A man sitting in a wheelchair with an expressionless face, keeping away from any living beings, as if no one in the world deserved a glimmer of his peripheral vision.
However, when they met, one person was sour and jealous without warning, while the other was sweet-talking and coaxing without asking for any reason.
Are they hallucinating? Or are these two people just pretending to show it to them?
Yan Ran and Lin Yu looked at each other, shrugged and shook their heads, and took a step back in tacit agreement.
Chu Qingwan walked up behind Mo Jingyu and pushed him in: "Since you are here, you can massage here to save me from running away."
Mo Jingyu had no objection, but he still cared about the reason for her sudden temper.
He asked insinuatingly a few times, but was fooled all the time, almost irritating people again, so he had to shut up for the time being.
After the massage, Chu Qingwan did not let him get up. Instead, he took the silver needle, carefully tried several important acupuncture points, and asked him how he felt.
Mo Jingyu frowned slightly: "It's a little sore, not as painful as before."
Chu Qingwan exhaled, curled her lips and smiled: "The recovery speed is faster than I thought."
Mo Jingyu was overjoyed and spared no effort to praise: "Wan Wan's wonderful rejuvenation, I am really lucky to meet him."
Chu Qingwan tried to lower the corners of her lips, but failed. She raised her chin and said proudly: "It's good that you know!"
There was a smile in Mo Jing's eyes, and he felt that she was extremely lovely.
Seeing that it was noon, Mo Jingyu simply didn't go back to his house. He used explicit hints and hints to successfully let Chu Qingwan into the kitchen.
After his appetite was satisfied, he went a step further and said, "Wanwan, I'm too full. Can you help me digest some food?"
Lin Yu simply didn't notice, Momo and Yanran walked away with the three little ones.
Chu Qingwan pushed Mo Jingyu for a walk in the courtyard and chatted for a while. She asked, "By the way, where is the Tibetan Silver Grass?"
Mo Jingyu replied: "It's in the palace's warehouse. Do you need it every night?"
Chu Qingwan shook his head: "It's not me who wants to use it, it's you who wants to use it."
Mo Jingyu understood: "Removing the poison?"
Chu Qingwan nodded: "This method is dangerous and cannot be interrupted. It is perfect to remove the hidden silver poison while you are taking a rest."
Mo Jingyu had no objection and asked her: "What should I prepare?"
Chu Qingwan thought for a moment: "Prepare a few more handkerchiefs."
Mo Jingyu looked puzzled: "What's it for?"
There was a hint of evil in Chu Qingwan's eyes: "I'll wipe your tears when you cry in pain."
Mo Jingyu: "..."
The rumors are outrageous and the people who spread them are rampant. Should he do something to show his power?