Thinking of this, Huangfu Qianyu stepped forward quickly, "Brother Mo Qian, is it because of Ling Xiyue? Do you like Ling Xiyue that you turn a blind eye to my sincerity? Is it because of her!"
Otherwise, would it be too much of a coincidence?
And she always felt that brother Mo Qian was competing with Ling Xiyue.
Not Beichenyan, but Ling Xiyue...
Xiling Mo Qian's black eyes flashed slightly, and when he turned back to look at the woman beside him, his expression was as usual, "What are you thinking about?"
The smile disappeared from his face and he said in a deep voice, "Don't be ridiculous. You have been traveling all night these days. You must be too tired. Go back and rest."
"Brother Mo Qian!"
Huangfu Qianyu's attitude was tough.
She must have an answer today. If he didn't have someone in his heart, he wouldn't be able to reject her.
Xiling Mo Qian slowly closed the folding fan in his hand, his eyes sank, and he said word by word, "Qianyu, I'll say it again, don't mess around."
Huangfu Qianyu's eyes widened. Facing Xiling Mo Qian's sullen look, he fell silent, his eyes filled with tears. Although Mo Qian's brother had always been tepid towards her, he had never spoken so harshly.
Could it be that she got what he had in mind?
Is that why you are so angry?
Huangfu said softly with anger in his beautiful eyes, but he really didn't understand, "That Ling Xiyue is just a bastard with an unknown father. What is so good about her? Beichenyan, Tantai Yunlang, all of you miss her."
In terms of identity and status, in what way is he not a hundred times more noble than Ling Xiyue?
Why are so many people just blind?
No matter how much Xiling Mo Qian denied it, Huangfu Qianyu was already over the top and regarded Ling Xiyue as an imaginary enemy at this time.
"Witch Wings." A hint of chill flashed in Xiling Mo Qian's eyes.
"Your Majesty..." The man with facial tattoos stepped forward.
Xiling Mo Qian looked at the woman in front of him, "Miss Qianyu is tired, send her back to rest."
"Yes!" Wu Yi responded.
It's a bit difficult, but you still have to obey orders.
He walked up to Huangfu Qianyu, raised his hand and respectfully made a petition, "Miss Qianyu, you'd better go down and rest first. If you have anything to do, we can wait until the prince has finished his work in Huzhou. It won't be too late."
Huangfu said softly and shouted, "Do I need you to give me some advice on my young lady's affairs?"
As arrogant as she was, she would never allow herself to behave like a shrew, and she would not dare to say harsh words to Xiling Mo Qian, but she was still so depressed that she could only vent her anger on the servants.
Wu Yi lowered his head and could only endure it.
"You evade my question and don't answer, do you mean you are acquiescing?" Seeing that Xiling Mo Qian had no intention of changing his mind, Huangfu Qianyu snorted angrily, turned around and left, his pretty face full of gloom.
She had already done her best, and she originally thought that if she still couldn't impress this man this time, she would have to give up.
Her pride did not allow herself to be entangled with a man who had no interest in her.
But now, she has changed her mind!
If Bei Chenyan has Ling Xiyue by his side, then she will be the woman by Xiling Mo Qian's side.
Ling Xiyue, right?
She wanted to see who was better!
Who can help the man he loves to win the world of Jiuzhou!
She wanted Brother Mo Qian to know that she was the right choice, that Ling Xiyue was just a clown, and that she was simply vulnerable to the real power and background of those petty fools.
Huangfu Qianyu left quickly, his fiery red clothes dancing wildly with the cliff wind, and he looked so angry that he seemed to be looking for someone to fight to the death.
Xiling Mo Qian looked at her leaving back, his dark pupils flashing with an obscure light.
After a moment, he smiled slowly, as gentle and elegant as ever.
"Your Highness..." Mr. Qi stared at Huangfu Qianyu's angry back, then looked back at Xiling Mo Qian's obscure expression, and bowed low, "There is something I don't know whether to say or not...
…”
"Then don't say it." Xiling Mo Qian looked back and looked at the Qingcheng Pass.
"Uh..." Mr. Qi had been holding back his words for a long time, so he swallowed them hard in his throat, and did not dare to say any more.
He has been with the prince for so many years, but he has never been able to understand the prince's thoughts and never knows what he is thinking.
After staring into the distance for a long time, Xiling Mo Qian also turned around and left, leaving behind a message that faded away in the wind, "Send someone to sneak into the infected people and closely monitor Ling Xiyue's every move. If anything happens, report it to the police as soon as possible."
This king reports."
"yes……"
On the dark and silent mountain top, only the sound of the wind is heard.
Inside Qingcheng Pass, there are temporary shanties outside the county governor's house, with dim lights.
Ling Xiyue followed Fan Jing into a drafty shed, where more than a dozen patients were lying densely, with painful moans coming from their mouths from time to time.
"Empress, you see, this is the first case of plague found in Qingcheng Pass." Fan Jing stood in front of a stretcher in the corner, "The speed at which this plague is spreading can be said to be unprecedented. After discovering him, a short time later,
In just three days, hundreds more appeared, and now thousands..."
In the shack, some people who were less sick opened their eyes at this time and looked at the girl in white clothes and gauze veil, with a fairy figure and a jade bone, and their eyes were filled with surprise.
The queen?
Which queen?
After hearing those words, a series of questions arose in the hearts of the people.xdw8
But then I thought about it, at such an age, and having Master Fan personally lead the way, it should be the queen of Tianlin, Ling Xiyue, the daughter of the Protector of the Marquis who is now famous in the three dynasties of Kyushu.
But how could the emperor and empress put himself in danger and come to such a hell on earth!
However, the first patient who contracted the disease was relatively tenacious. Thousands of other infected people died, but he was still breathing a sigh of relief. However, he was in a coma with abscesses covering his face and not a single piece of his body intact.
Son.
Lifeless and beyond recognition.
"I have tried my best, but I have no choice but to do this. So far, I have not found a cure for the epidemic." Fan Jing briefly described the situation and continued to advise, "Empress, you have read it, please come back.
It’s really…”
But before he could finish his sentence, Ling Xiyue was already sitting down beside the straw mat, raising her hand, "Silver Needle."
Fan Jing was stunned, not knowing why.
"Silver Needle." Ling Xiyue's tone became more serious.
"Oh." Fan Jing came to his senses and quickly handed over the needle bag in the medical box.
Ling Xiyue took it and unfolded it with a wave of her sleeves. The bright needle flashed with silver light under the light.
His slender fingers traced a row of silver needles. After a pause, he picked up his fingers, pulled out a short needle, and inserted it into the other person's middle point. Then, he used a long needle at the Tanzhong point, and the middle needle was inserted for a hundred times...
The clean and neat technique was skillful and in short supply. Fan Jing next to him was stunned for a moment.
He has been a doctor all his life and feels ashamed of himself!