Mo Lingyuan seemed to have guessed what Mu Qing was thinking: "You will always be by my side, and you will testify for me when the time comes."
Mu Qing: "..."
Can I refuse?
Can't!
Mo Lingyuan closed the document in his hand, stood up, "Let's go."
"Where are you going?" Mu Qing had to follow.
"Go and see Fairy Feng." Mo Lingyuan stepped out of the study.
Mu Qing: "..."
Could it be that like the last time when he peeked at Zuo Qiandai again, he was asked to hide behind the dark hole and monitor Feng Xianzi's every move.
Mu Qing refused in his heart.
Mo Lingyuan arrived at Lanlou, pushed open the bedroom door, and saw Fairy Feng sitting at the desk writing.
Mu Qing watched their every move from the hole.
Mo Lingyuan picked up the paper written on the table, glanced casually, and looked into her eyes: "Is this a prescription?"
Her eyes are extremely beautiful, the black pupils almost occupy the whole eyes, leaving only a little bit of white, but the white of her eyes is not the white of ordinary people, but azure blue, like a lake with sparkling water.
It is also like a deep pool, which makes people unable to help but sink into it.
No wonder Mu Qing just glanced at her and was almost bewildered.
A woman with such pupils is born to confuse people's minds.
When I was young, I heard Mo Zhongtian mention that people born with such pupils were the most favored guards around the emperor of the former imperial family. They could use their eyes to confuse people's minds and steal people's inner thoughts, so they won the emperor's favor. Pay attention to.
Now that this woman has such eyes and happens to be surnamed Feng, he can vaguely guess her life experience.
Chi Yebai didn't want him to keep this woman, which just happened to prove his guess.
Fairy Feng looked up at the handsome man in front of her, nodded her head lightly, picked up a pen and wrote another line on the white paper: Can I feel your pulse for you?
Mo Lingyuan's voice was low, and he chuckled lightly: "The prescription is out, so what's the pulse? Miss Feng is worthy of being called Fairy Feng, she just took a look at Ben Shuai, and she knew what Ben Shuai's illness is.
Stay in the mansion well and heal the handsome for his headache.
Thank you very much. "
After Mo Lingyuan finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.
The sleeve was gently pulled by Feng Xianzi, and he handed him a prescription, and wrote a row of neat and beautiful small characters: Before going to bed, drink a bowl of soothing soup, and sleep until dawn , not disturbed by anything. "
Mo Lingyuan took the prescription, "Okay, I have suffered from insomnia for a long time, try it tonight."
After returning to the study, Mo Lingyuan crumpled the two prescriptions into a ball, threw them on the table, and waited for Mu Qing to come over while looking at the documents in his hand.
After a long time, Mu Qing finally opened the door and entered.
"Master." Mu Qing's face was solemn: "Xiaozhi watched for a while in the secret room, and saw that although the woman did not speak, she whistled well, which could attract birds. The birds stayed at the window for a while, and then flew away."
Mo Lingyuan sneered: "You continue to send someone to watch her for three days. After three days, I will teach you how to do it again."
Mu Qing nodded, seeing the crumpled prescription, wondering: "Master, is there something wrong with this prescription? She lives in Lan Lou, so she won't be stupid enough to write a prescription to frame you, sir."
Mo Lingyuan was noncommittal: "She's not so stupid yet, no matter what happens tonight, I won't leave the bedroom for half a step, so you just take the medicine prescribed by me and fall asleep like I am."
Mu Qing thought about it and said, "Master, since this prescription is fine, and you have been suffering from insomnia, why don't you try making a bowl according to the prescription. If you can sleep well, it's good."
Mo Lingyuan: "I'm not sick, I just have insomnia, what prescription do I want?"
Mu Qing: "..."
you are not sick
You're just not terminally ill.
Who would admit to being insane?
Mo Lingyuan rubbed the wrinkled purse in his palm, with a faint smile on his thin lips: "Even if I am sick, Yunyao is my prescription, and other prescriptions only treat the symptoms but not the root cause."