Shu Qing couldn't help but secretly suspect that this matter was getting more and more strange.

She tiptoed behind Feng Yunan and Yu's family, carefully following all the way, but when she arrived on the path, the population was really scarce, if she continued to track, she would inevitably be discovered by Feng Yunan, so Shu Qing gave up this idea for the time being, and hid aside and waited patiently.

Feng Yunan and his concubine Yu went to the suburbs, and only turned back after about half an hour, and when he returned, Yu's face was still very bleak, as if he was frightened, and Feng Yunan's face was also extremely haggard, presumably he had not slept well in the past few nights.

Feng Yunan seemed to have a weak heart, although he was not afraid of shouting, he still went out of the house to worship for several days.

With the fermentation of time, the trouble became bigger and bigger, from the beginning it was just a passer-by to hear about it, and then everyone knew about it, and in the past few days, the Feng Mansion began to put a list outside, to recruit mages to do it.

Strange to say, in the next few days, there were no similar rumors in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the "ghost" seemed to be entangled with Feng Yunan and Yu's, and only floated past their doors every day.

Shu Qing followed him for five days in a row, and on the sixth day, Feng Fu finally invited a mage and did a lively ceremony.

In the past few days, for this matter, Shu Qing has been running around almost all day long, and sometimes he will not return to the palace until very late, and he has delayed the time to make soup for Mo Wengu several times, Mo Wengu sneered at her several times at first, Shu Qing did not dare to be sloppy, which reduced the number of times he went to Fengfu.

On this day, Shu Qing boiled pork lung soup and personally brought the soup to the study.

When he pushed the door in, Shu Qing couldn't help but be stunned.

Today's Mo Wengu actually sat tall in front of the table, as if waiting for her to come and serve soup.

Shu Qing didn't dare to say hello to Mo Wengu, so he only put the soup bowl on the table, then skillfully picked up the kettle from the corner and poured the flowers and plants.

Mo Wengu frowned, the book in his hand had never turned the page, and his gaze couldn't help but drift towards Shu Qing's body.

I don't know if it's his delusion, he actually thinks that Shu Qing has lost a lot of weight, and the tight clothes worn on her body in the past are already much wider, but even so, he still can't see the slightest bit of a woman's curve from her body.

Her still huge back seemed to be mixed with a hint of loneliness and loneliness at this time, and for some reason, Mo Wengu's heart was also pinched.

Because of the continuous rush, coupled with the fetal gas a while ago, Shu Qing's complexion did not look very good, and his face was so white that there was no blood, Mo Wengu looked at it for a moment, and finally called her before she turned around and went out.

"I heard Xue Pei say that you have been going out every day for the past few days." Mo Wengu's voice was a little abrupt at this time.

When Shu Qing heard this, he was stunned, and hurriedly stopped, and looked back at Mo Wengu.

There was no blame in Mo Wengu's tone, so flat that he couldn't hear what the emotion was, and the expression on his face was very calm.

Shu Qing thought that he would reprimand himself next, and was about to open his mouth to promise that he would not go out again, but he heard Mo Wengu's hoarse voice come again.

"If you're not feeling well, don't run out every day. If there is anything important, explain it to Xuehuan Xuepei, so as not to tire out the body. Mo Wengu's voice was surprisingly gentle at the moment, like a warm pebble, and like the gurgling spring water, very pleasant to the ear, very gentle. Although his attitude when he spoke to Liu Chuimian was still incomparable, he almost never spoke to Shu Qing in this tone.

Shu Qing was not in a hurry to be happy, but turned his head dignified and calmly, bowed to Mo Wengu, and said, "Yes." Thank you for your care. ”

Mo Wengu was stunned when he saw her chin that gradually began to slim down, and said coldly: "Don't get me wrong, this king is afraid that after you fall ill again, your father will sue this king to the emperor again, which will make the house unstable and unstable, so take good care of your body." ”

Although Mo Wengu's tone was not bad, the word he said was like a knife, piercing Shu Qing's heart.

"I see." Hearing his concern before, Shu Qing didn't smile, but at this moment, she laughed at herself and evoked a wry smile, "The concubine remembers." The concubine will definitely take good care of herself and not embarrass the prince. ”

She had long known that Mo Wengu's words would not be so simple, but fortunately, she did not pretend that he was caring about herself, it turned out that everything was just worrying about himself.

Mo Wengu's thin lips pursed, and a heat suddenly rose all over his body, and he quickly avoided Shu Qing's gaze.

"You're resting, this king is going out." He reached out and tugged at the collar of his shirt, revealing a patch of white skin, and suddenly stood up from his chair, and then walked out the door without looking back.

When he walked to the corner of the study, Mo Wengu couldn't help but stop and frowned fiercely.

After a while, he saw Shu Qing walking out of the study with empty hands and walking alone in the direction of the room. Her back was very calm, and she couldn't see any waves at all, but because of this, Mo Wengu felt uncomfortable.

He couldn't help but clench his fists and slammed into the pillar beside him.

The red-painted pillar burst open with a tiny crack, and a cone of pain broke in his fist. Mo Wengu didn't seem to notice anything, only frowned without saying a word.

He was angry, but he was not angry, but he was angry with himself.

He clearly didn't think so in his heart, but after the words came out, they became those hurtful words again. He was angry at his duplicity, and even more angry that he cared about Shu Qing, a woman, if it wasn't for Shu Qing's painting, how could he miss Liu Fumian?

It's all because of Shu Qing! He must not be soft-hearted!

Thinking of this, Mo Wengu no longer had any nostalgia, snorted coldly, and walked out of the palace with his hands down. He would rather stay outside than see Shu Qing's face!

In the next few days, Shu Qing vomited more and more, and he could barely eat anything, and could only eat about half a bowl of porridge every day. Xuehuan Xuepei was so worried that she wanted to tell Mo Wengu, but was stopped by Shu Qing.

Shu Qing's heart remembered Mo Wengu's words, so no matter what pain she had, she gritted her teeth and endured it silently.

She would never embarrass Mo Wen, nor would she let her father worry about her anymore. She will try to tolerate it until the day the child is born.