Leng Qinglang finally stopped coughing, and he was weak to speak.

"I couldn't sleep, I wanted to cry as soon as I closed my eyes. Mother Zhao, they all say that flowers are not good for a hundred days, so people's hearts are changeable, I don't believe that the prince can really forget the old love between us so quickly, empathize and don't love. As long as I make this wisteria trellis full of wisteria flowers, the prince will definitely change his mind. ”

"It's just a misunderstanding, who made things so coincidental? Aunt Jin has done too much in this matter, and the prince should be angry, and there will always be a day when the misunderstanding will be resolved. ”

Murong Qi sighed lowly, after all, he couldn't bear to leave, and entered the wisteria building with his hand.

Leng Qinglang was dressed in white, and his black hair was casually draped behind his head. In the cool breeze of the early morning, the clothes are fluttering, and the clothes are weak, which makes me feel pity. Especially after not seeing her for a few days, I feel that her complexion is better than before, as white as snow, as smooth as jade, and the whole person stands there, like a Lingbo fairy who does not eat fireworks.

When she heard Murong Qi's footsteps, she turned her face, and when she looked at him, there was still moist moisture in her eyes, which was hazy, making her even more lovely.

Her whole body was cleared, she looked thin and emaciated, and she was obviously not doing well. Seeing Murong Qi, the moisture in his eyes gradually condensed, his eyebrows frowned, and then crystal tears crackled and fell, and his voice was choked.

"Lord Wang, are you finally here?"

Murong Qi sighed lightly: "Why are you doing this? ”

As soon as Leng Qinglang lifted the hem of his skirt, the whole person was like a white butterfly, and he pounced on Murong Qi's whole person, directly into his arms, and then hugged his waist tightly, and hot tears wet his placket.

"The concubine is afraid that the prince will not forgive me for the rest of his life, and he will never come to Wisteria Xiaozhu again. So what am I doing guarding this desolate yard? It's better to go now, and leave a good impression on the prince, if you can think of the concubine, it is also fresh and beautiful. ”

"What are you doing all the time like this? It's not a big deal. ”

Leng Qinghuan, that woman, is very sorry for her life, even if she has committed a heinous mistake, isn't she still living a good life? As tenacious as the weeds that grow out of the cracks in the stones.

Leng Qinglang raised his face and choked up: "The prince is Qinglang's sky, if the prince refuses to forgive Qinglang, then the sky will fall." ”

Listening to these affectionate words, listening to Murong Qi's ears, I don't know why, he is no longer moved by the original time, but feels tired again, and the heavy feeling brought to him by this burden is even more obvious.

Leng Qinghuan is a copper pea that is not flattened, boiled, broken, and resounding. Leng Qinglang is completely different, slender and sensitive, made of water in general, like fragile glass flowers, must be carefully held in the hand, a little careless, may fall to the ground, shattered.

So, tired.

He tried to soften his face a little: "Don't be cranky, this king said that he won't blame you." You will be well and recover as soon as possible. ”

Leng Qinglang knew how to stop in moderation, and smiled with tears: "With the words of the prince, Qinglang will be at ease." Wait for Qinglang's body to recover, and then serve the prince well. ”

heard the news of the wisteria blooming, and Leng Qinghuan, who came over to see the excitement, happened to hug the two of them, and the lingering scene was in his eyes.

I just finished chatting with the canna, and this is running to talk to Leng Qinglang, you and me, and I am still swearing in front of myself that I am pure, are I tired?

Dragged in front of people, squinted behind people, it turns out that you are such Murong Qi.

A man's mouth, a deceitful ghost. She snorted, turned and walked away.

If I believe your Murong Qi's nonsense again, it will be a fool's criticism!

On the second day, Qi Jingyun came to the door in person, but it was not Murong Qi who was looking for him, but Leng Qinghuan.

The silk village has already opened on a certain day, and another shop is almost in full swing, asking Leng Qinghuan what plaque he wants.

Leng Qinghuan was still sulking at Murong Qi, and he was careless about it, just let him make up his mind directly.

Qi Jingyun told Leng Qinghuan what she thought in her heart, and suggested that she find Leng Qinghe or Leng Xiang to inscribe the store, and the name was "Tanhua Mobao Zhai".

The Leng family's father and son explored flowers, which has caused a lot of sensation in Shangjing City and is rumored to be a good story. Qi Jingyun is just rubbing the heat, but it's also a good idea.

In ancient times, people were a little superstitious, under the banner of the Leng family, in order to please a good fortune, a little luck, I believe that there will be many people to visit the store, ask for pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Leng Qinghuan immediately agreed to it, said to do it, went to the Prime Minister's Mansion to find Leng Qinghe's inscription, and then sent it to be a plaque.

The two guards sent to her by Murong Qi did not stop her, but they still followed her inseparably, like two tails.

Qi Jingyun should have known about this from Shen Linfeng's mouth, so it was not surprising.

Leng Qinghuan looked at the tall guard, tilted his head, obviously thinking of some kind of ghost idea, and scared the man back two steps, frightened.

"You're good, why didn't I see it before?" Leng Qinghuan dug into the foot of the wall: "How much silver Murong Qi gives you a month, I will double it, and hire you as my personal bodyguard, how about it?" ”

The stupid big man stumbled: "What is a private bodyguard?" ”

"In the future, you will be responsible for protecting my safety."

"Close-fitting?" The stupid big man was frightened again, and waved his hand again and again, full of fear like avoiding snakes and scorpions: "The prince will take my life if he knows it." ”

It's not fun.

Leng Qinghuan feels that some people are born to rely on kung fu to eat, think about the day when he secretly went to Fahua Temple for an autopsy, this guy is so heroic and full of manliness, he is about to become his little fan sister. Why is it that today he has a mouth, a nest, and he is as timid as a mouse.

Can I still eat you? You are not Tang monk meat. Suddenly he was bored, turned around, climbed into the carriage, and left.

After the two shops went around and explained properly, the two went to the teahouse again.

It's still a half-dead business, and it can't make ends meet.

Now that the Jin family can no longer call for wind and rain in the Prime Minister's Mansion, his brother is named on the gold list, and he has something to rely on, and this tea house is firmly his own. So Leng Qinghuan thought, it's time to reorganize.

Qi Jingyun was very interested in the idea she had accidentally mentioned during the meal at the Fusheng Pavilion that day, and saw the prospect in her description, and asked her when she would start.

Leng Qinghuan changed her mind.

The medical department was successfully built, and he had to do it himself in the early stage, and now that he is pregnant, he really can't show his face. Moreover, the development of drugs requires a process. Therefore, my own ideas are now just a mirage.

However, she wants to build Chang'an's first women's hospital.

From the woman who had just crossed over and met her who was misunderstood and committed suicide to prove her innocence, as well as Xiuyun, who had no status in her in-law's family because she did not give birth to her, and her own personal experience, let her see clearly that in this dynasty, the hardships and difficulties of a woman's life are not easy.