Chapter 62

This is the first time Lin Qing walked into Mingjing's room.

This room used to be a guest room, decorated like a model room. Later, when I wanted to pick up the mirror, I asked Uncle Wen to clean up the guest room for the mirror.

It was Zhu Xiangxiang who took the job from Uncle Wen. At that time, she didn't put too much thought on the child, so she let Xiangxiang go.

It turns out that this is the room prepared by Xiangxiang for Mingjing.

It's the same as before. It's still a word, cold.

She should have noticed that there was a gap between the two children, which could not be crossed anyway. It was unfair to anyone to force them to be good sisters.

There is a yellow scripture at the head of the bed and several bottles and cans on the dresser. It is a set of skin care products with good brand.

She thought it was prepared by Zhu Xiangxiang. She thought that Xiang Xiang would at least make no mistakes in the face project.

There is a small round table in front of the French window, with a single sofa on the left and right.

Mingjing made two cups of tea, put them on the table, sat down on one of the sofas, turned his head and looked at Lin Qing.

"Please sit down."

Lin Qing felt uncomfortable with her so polite attitude. He didn't show it on his face. He went to the opposite side and sat down.

"Put your right arm out."

Mingjing folded a towel and put it under Lin Qing's wrist.

Then she merged the index finger and middle finger of her right hand and slowly put them on the pulse of her right wrist.

"Adjust your breathing and relax." The mirror said slowly.

The mirror's eyes closed slightly, the wind blew in outside the window, and the white gauze curtain flew gently.

Lin Qing stared at the girl in front of him.

This is the first time she has looked at her so seriously.

Lin Qing carefully recalled what happened after she came back. She never told her grievances or asked her family to do anything for her. No matter what happened, she never had emotion. It seems that no one or anything is worth mobilizing her emotion.

Is it because she has no desire and no desire since primary school, or are their so-called relatives worth mentioning in her heart?

No matter which answer, she felt bad.

"Do you often feel chest tightness, shortness of breath, dizziness and dizziness recently?" The mirror opened lightly.

Lin Qing was stunned and replied, "yes."

"Stick out your tongue and let me see."

Lin Qing opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue.

Mingjing nodded: "recently, I stay up late every day and think too much, resulting in weakness of the spleen and stomach. I'll write a prescription and you'll just eat it."

The mirror lowers its head to write.

Lin Qing looked at her quiet bow and jumped up with an atmospheric and powerful running script, which was extremely natural and unrestrained.

She has never seen the child well. She is so excellent.

Lin Qing's eyes are getting wet and he quickly lowers his head to cover up the past.

After the mirror is written, give it to her. Lin Qing takes it and leaves.

When she was about to go out of the room, she looked around. The girl sat quietly in the sun and looked out of the window. In the silhouette of the sun, the girl's side face was quiet and beautiful, like a quiet Tan in time.

Lin Qing turned around and left with the prescription, carefully closing the door.

During this time, I wish everyone in the family had a lunch break. Zhou's mother arranged dinner and was ready to go back to her room to have a rest.

"Miss? Why are you here?"

The mirror is standing at the door of the room. Why did she come to the nanny room?

The mirror looked around and said, "go back to the room."

Zhou's mother had a room with Xiao Ying. When Mingjing went in, Xiao Ying was lying in bed playing with her mobile phone. Seeing Mingjing coming in, she immediately got up from the bed, quickly put on her slippers and stood up.

"Miss."

Mrs. Zhou closed the door and asked curiously, "Miss, if you don't take a lunch break, do you have anything to tell us?"

Spiegel went straight to the theme: "does mother have any food imported alone recently?"

Mother Zhou was so happy that she took the initiative to care about her wife.

"My wife drinks a bowl of Tremella bird's nest soup every night before going to bed. This is my wife's habit for many years. She looks beautiful."

"Drink every night?"

"Yes, every night."

The mirror nodded, "I see."

The words fell out of the room.

Zhou Ma and Xiao Ying looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

That night, Mingjing accompanied Zhu's grandmother to watch TV in the living room. Lin Qing and Zhu Xiangxiang also watched it together, talking and laughing. It was not so lively. Zhu's grandmother hadn't been so happy for a long time. Seeing that the bedtime was coming, she was not willing to leave.

With the mirror, I wish grandma to go back to her room in person: "the elderly should go to bed early. When you get up tomorrow morning, I'll teach you Wuqinxi to prolong life. Your leg bones will be more agile. Running is no problem."

I wish grandma can't close her mouth.

Lin Qing and Zhu Xiangxiang walked upstairs side by side. When they went up the stairs, Zhu Xiangxiang helped Lin Qing and asked, "Mom, the mirror will give you a pulse at noon. Is there a problem?"

Lin Qing glanced at her: "what?"

Zhu Xiangxiang's heart jumped and his face worried: "I'm worried about your body."

Lin Qing took back his eyes and said faintly, "Mingjing said I was weak in the spleen and stomach caused by fatigue. Just prescribe medicine for me and take it on time."

Zhu Xiangxiang was relieved: "that's good."

Lin Qing was sent back to his room. Zhu Xiangxiang looked at the clock on the wall. At 9:15, she went downstairs and went into the kitchen. Zhou Ma was pouring the tremella bird's nest soup cooked in the cup into the porcelain bowl. Seeing Zhu Xiangxiang come in, she smiled and said, "Miss Xiangxiang, are you hungry again?"

Zhu Xiangxiang nodded: "Mom Zhou, do you have anything to eat?"

Zhou Ma said with a smile, "I knew that I specially made more shrimp dumplings in the evening and kept them for you. When I send this bowl of soup to my wife, I'll make it for you."

Traditional Chinese medicine is boiling on the stove next to it, and the whole kitchen is full of the bitter taste of traditional Chinese medicine.

Zhou's mother said she was leaving with a bowl. Zhu Xiangxiang took the bowl of soup and said, "I'm free. I'll send it to my mother."

"Miss Xiang Xiang is so filial." Zhou Ma boasted.

Zhu Xiangxiang came out with a bowl. He was seeing the mirror coming out of Zhu's grandmother's room. Zhu Xiangxiang smiled and said, "did grandma sleep?"

The bright mirror glanced faintly over the bowl of Tremella bird's nest soup and landed on Zhu Xiangxiang's face.

Zhu Xiangxiang touched his face: "what's the matter?"

Spiegel turned silently into the kitchen.

Zhu Xiangxiang's eyes flashed slightly, looked at the soup in his hand, and walked upstairs.

"Miss, the medicine for your wife is almost ready. As you said, it lasted for two hours."

Mingjing waited for two minutes. Zhou Ma turned off the fire, picked up a rag and prepared to pick up the medicine can.

Mingjing took the rag and said faintly, "I'll come."

Then wrap a rag around the head of the medicine can, put a filter screen in the bowl, and pour out the hot traditional Chinese medicine a little.

The drug residue was filtered three times before it was completely filtered.

Her every move is very serious. Mother Zhou looks at it silently. Miss Mingjing is really filial. She doesn't like to talk. She won't talk about being good to a person, but she moistens things silently like spring rain.

Mingjing picked up the medicine bowl. Zhou's mother exclaimed, "Miss, it's hot. Please take a towel and pad it."

"No." Then he walked out of the kitchen with a medicine bowl.

Lin Qing was flattered to see that Mingjing came to deliver medicine to her in person, although this man was her own daughter.

Lin Qing hurried to the bowl. Unexpectedly, she suddenly withdrew her hand when it was hot.

The mirror went in with a bowl. "I'll come."

Lin Qing saw her face unchanged. The burning sensation of her fingertips was so clear that the bottom of her heart was even worse.

On the tea table, the bowl of tremella soup remained intact.

"I forgot to tell you that the bird's nest is hot and runs counter to the medicine. Don't drink it for the time being." Then he picked up the bowl of tremella soup and left the room.

Lin Qing didn't think much. Looking at the bowl of black traditional Chinese medicine, he fell into silence.

How many years has she not drunk this thing?

The mirror went to his room with a bowl. Zheng Qingzheng bent his pedicure on the sofa, and his face was covered with a mask.

Seeing that Mingjing brought in a bowl of tremella soup, he subconsciously wanted to pick it up, "it's so sweet. Can you give me a drink?"

Mingjing puts the bowl on the table. Zheng Qing sees her look and feels it's not that simple.

Mingjing takes out the needle bag from the bedside drawer, opens it, takes out a silver needle, and then inserts the silver needle into the soup.

Zheng Qing picked his eyebrow: "when I was filming ancient costume drama, there was a bridge section where eunuchs would try silver chopsticks when serving food to the emperor. If the silver chopsticks turn black, the food will be poisonous. I always thought it was made up, but I didn't expect it."

The silver needle was taken out with a bright mirror and did not change color.

"Are you mistaken? It's not poisonous?"

Mingjing pushed the bowl in front of her: "drink."

Zheng Qing glanced: "there is a colorless and tasteless poison, and the silver needle can't try it out. If I die of poison hair, you'll never find a more lovely and powerful helper than me."

The bright mirror looked at her faintly. Zheng Qing quickly picked her up: "I drink. Can't I drink?"

"Why do you still test poison? Do you have a house fight?" Zheng Qing wiped his mouth.

Mingjing's face coagulated. "When I felt Lin Qing's pulse at noon, I found that she was poisoned by chronic poison."

Zheng Qing raised her eyebrow: "interesting, who do you think it is?"

"I gave her a chance." Mingjing shook his head in disappointment.

Zheng Qing patted the mirror on the shoulder: "when a person wants to get bad, it's useless to persuade him. It can only show that she is bad from the bottom of her bones."

"But..." Zheng Qing frowned: "Lin Qing has never treated her badly, and even wronged you all the time for her. How can she do such a vicious thing? It's just heartless. Does she know about the will?"

A person can't go bad for no reason. Mingjing thought of the night of the reception banquet. Zhou Ling stood up to testify to Zhu Xiangxiang.

"I asked you to check Zhou Ling. Do you have any eyebrows?"

Speaking of this, Zheng Qing came to the spirit: "this woman is so interesting. The more her identity is checked, the more confused she is. It is obvious that she has the power to deliberately erase it and deliberately fake it. From this point of view, her approach to Zhu Wentao is also premeditated, but I can't hack into the National Security Bureau to obtain files for the time being, otherwise it's a person or a ghost. I'll know at a glance."

"What does Zhu Wentao have for her to plot?" Asked the mirror.

"Lin Qing is also investigating her. It seems that she has found something. This woman is also not simple. Some of her and Zhu Wentao have torn. You'll wait to eat melons and watch the play."

Zheng Qing had a flash of inspiration in his mind and suddenly clapped his hands. "I wish Xiangxiang never had the courage. Is it Zhou Ling?"

She looked at the mirror and was very calm. She knew she had already guessed. She couldn't help sighing: "your brain is turning too fast. Zhu Xiangxiang, a fool, is used without knowing that only Lin Qing is her only supporter in the world. Should she expect a little three to be good to her original adopted daughter? She's really naive."

The bright mirror drooped his eyes faintly, "there is a Buddhist prayer in Buddhism. One reads to become a Buddha and one reads to become a devil. Heaven and hell are often only between one reads."

"Aren't you going to tell Lin Qing? Let her be on guard."

The mirror didn't speak.

"You're not afraid that Lin Qing can't accept the betrayal of her favorite adopted daughter. Are you too sad? She used to treat you so much, but she's not your mother. Don't you just watch her slap in the face?"

The mirror turned the Buddha beads, "she is the mother of the elder martial sister."

Zheng Qing choked: "your elder martial sister won't be poisoned by you?"

In order to steal identity and come back for revenge, isn't that written in the novels?

Then it can only be a villain, not a heroine.

"Elder martial sister treats me very well. She is the best elder martial sister in the world." The girl's voice is as gentle as somniloquy.

"When she wakes up, I will return her family to her unharmed."

Zheng Qing wanted to ask her elder martial sister what happened. Mingjing got up and went to the bathroom to take a bath. Zheng Qing had to give up.

The night is late and the dream is deep.

"Your elder martial sister has a big disaster when she hits. She may not be able to escape. I know that you have made great achievements in Jiuyao. I must have divined."

"You and your elder martial sister have always had deep feelings. If you cross, your elder martial sister will be safe, but you will fall in love again."

"That's all. Everything is nothing but eternal cause and effect and the cycle of heaven."

"You must pay the debts you owe."