Mo Qianchen fell silent, poisoned? Scold... He suddenly remembered the year when his mother died, it was snowing heavily, and she was driving cold plums, and she pulled her to the courtyard to enjoy the plums, she looked at herself and said, "Chen'er, don't compete for the throne with your brothers, don't gamble with your life on those empty things, live well, a healthy life is more important than anything else." She died soon after, with a smile, extremely beautiful gone, she said that the most meaningful life in this life is that she gave birth to Mo Qianchen, not that she was favored by the emperor and spoiled the harem, because he knew that the mother did not like the life of the palace, she liked to wear red clothes and ride a white horse to shuttle freely through the plum blossom forest, she said, there is also a plum forest in the palace, that is the emperor planted for her alone, but unfortunately he knows that he likes plum blossoms but does not know that he likes freedom more, Isn't it ridiculous that he locked himself up in this cage-like palace with his own hands, but he vainly wanted to use this piece of Merlin to keep his heart?

"Lord Wang, what are you thinking?" Xiao Jing asked in a low voice, and he found the same loneliness and hatred as himself in Mo Qianchen's gaze for a moment.

"What's the most important thing, you say?" Asking this, Mo Qianchen suddenly felt a little ridiculous, how could a boudoir woman understand what was most important? Money is important, power is important, husband is important, and glory and wealth are more important.

"Life is precious, love is more valuable, if it is for freedom, both can be thrown away." Xiao Jing smiled lightly, softening people's hearts like a drizzle of spring breeze, Mo Qianchen smiled, smiling sincerely and sincerely, there is life, love, and freedom in her words, but there is no money, power and husband, and there is no glory and wealth, what kind of woman can be so refined.

Xiao Jing poured a cup of tea for herself and her, and Mo Qianchen took a sip, it was not a famous tea but it was fresh and elegant, making people feel comfortable, just like Xiao Jing.

"What did you give me last time?" Mo Qianchen asked.

"I didn't poison you, why do you ask so much?" Xiao Jing glanced at him with some displeasure.

"Why save me? Don't you know how many people want me to die? Mo Qianchen thought the tea was delicious, so he took another sip.

"There are two reasons, one is that for a qualified doctor, there is no emperor in his eyes, no prince, no beggar, some are just patients, and the second and most important reason is that my mother and you are poisoned by the same poison, this poison is mild but painful when attacked, like sulfuric acid splashed on the chest, I know you don't know what sulfuric acid is, but you know that pain, I read all the medical books, racked my brains and worked hard to find a way, but she died, do you say God is joking with me?" Xiao Jing tugged at the corners of her mouth but smiled a little distressingly, she still remembered that she accompanied her mother to accept its test in those years, she found countless kinds of flowers and plants and countless kinds of medicinal materials to make herself look like no one and no ghost but still failed to cure her mother, in her sophomore year, the doctor gave her the manuscript he had seen in his own life, she finally found a way to detoxify in it, she went to look for medicinal materials alone despite the opposition of her family, and finally found it in a remote minority of famous people's residences, she was overjoyed, But when she rushed back, her mother couldn't stand the torture and died, and her father went away because of excessive sadness, leaving behind a huge inheritance and her alone, her life suddenly lost its direction, she left the property left by her parents to the orphanage, and then chose to commit suicide herself, and when she walked step by step to the middle of the sea, she met him, she thought that she was no longer alone...

Thinking of this, Xiao Jing shed a tear, she knew that it was her own tears, and it had nothing to do with her.

"It's okay, and me." Mo Qianchen actually said this, and he didn't know why he said it, but he still said it. Xiao Jing smiled slightly, "It's rude." She ignored his words directly, she was afraid, she was afraid to trust men again.