Chapter Ninety-Five: Exclusive to the Aristocrats
There were still two hours away from Qingyuan Villa, and Lin Mo saw that Feng Yichen's lips were pale, so he let him lie down on his leg injury and rest.
Feng Yichen didn't refuse, and lay on Lin Mo's lap on his side.
Looking at Feng Yichen's handsome face, Lin Mo chuckled helplessly: "It seems that since I met the prince, the prince is rarely in a healthy state. ”
Feng Yichen also picked the corners of his lips helplessly, his curly eyelashes trembled slightly, Lin Mo looked interesting, reached out to play with it, and his long eyelashes were slightly itching with his fingers.
After playing with Feng Yichen's eyelashes for a while, she put her hand on his arm and patted him lightly, "I'll go and see what kind of magic medicine it is in the evening, and buy it for the prince to replenish his body." ”
"Okay." Feng Yichen's voice was elegant, his cheeks moved slightly, as if he was smiling, "The silver ink can be transferred from the account room of the palace." ”
Hearing this, Lin Mo smiled and pinched his cheek, "What, the prince wants to support me now?" I still have that money. ”
There is indeed no shortage of silver Lin Mo, and there are six or seven thousand taels of silver tickets on his body, as well as those dowries locked in the small courtyard.
Those dowries are also worth a lot of money.
Feng Yichen lay silently, grabbed Lin Mo's hand in his hand, and his voice was as warm as spring: "This king wants to raise Momo." ”
"I'm a loser." Lin Mo's hand in his hand was dishonestly scratching his palm, tickling his heart.
Feng Yichen let the little hand in his palm scratch it, and said loudly: "It's okay, this king can afford it." ”
He can afford to raise himself, Lin Mo is naturally clear, let alone raising her, it is not a problem to raise a hundred or ten.
It's natural to ask him to raise it, but it's not the time yet.
She stroked Feng Yichen's soft ink hair and didn't speak again.
After a while, the person in his arms let out the sound of even breathing, Lin Mo leaned forward and took the thin quilt from the wheelchair on the side to cover him.
Nothing happened along the way, but I think it was because Concubine Shuyi thought that they would die in the hundred-person killer group, so she didn't send a second wave of people.
Feng Yichen slept for about an hour, and when he woke up, he found Lin Mo lying on the edge of the window half-leaning, without disturbing her, and sat up by himself.
Feeling Feng Yichen get up from her lap, Lin Mo turned to look at him and asked, "Is your arm a little numb?" ”
"No, Momo's legs are sour? This king ......" Feng Yichen said and lowered his head to look at Lin Mo's legs, retracted his gaze in a panic, and did not say any more.
Looking at him like this, Lin Mo felt funny, and he didn't know what was going on in his mind when this guy looked at her legs?
Every time he saw him like this, Lin Mo would have the desire to tease him.
At this time, she still had such thoughts, she took his hand and put it on her lap, squinted her eyes and smiled: "My leg is numb, the prince will rub it for me!" ”
As soon as those hands touched Lin Mo's legs, the roots of Feng Yichen's ears instantly turned red.
Looking at him like this, Lin Mo couldn't help but feel good.
She didn't know what bad taste she had, and every time she saw Feng Yichen's flustered expression, she was very happy.
Seeing the evil smile on the corner of her lips, Feng Yichen's eyes were full of pampering, and the slender fingers on her legs were gently pinched.
The temperature on his legs reached his fingers through the fabric, making the roots of his ears redden.
The touch from Feng Yichen's slender fingers made Lin Mo stunned, and his fingertips were soft but powerful.
As his fingers moved, an indescribable itch came into his heart, Lin Mo blushed rarely, and pulled his hand away.
The action was too sudden, which startled Feng Yichen.
He looked up at Lin Mo in confusion, but saw that her cheeks were dyed with a layer of crimson, and he couldn't help but feel a little happy in his heart.
It is rare to see Lin Mo shy, but now that I see it, I feel so charming.
Although Lin Mo's usual appearance had already fascinated him, he also wanted to see Lin Mo's various appearances, such as his shy appearance at this time.
Feeling Feng Yichen's scorching gaze, Lin Mo pretended to be casual and turned around and leaned on the car window, lifted the carriage curtain, and looked at the scenery along the way.
By this time, they were almost out of the roof mountain, and the trees on both sides of the road were green.
Lin Mo calculated the distance, and it was estimated that it would take more than an hour to reach Qingyuan Villa.
Knowing that Lin Mo didn't want him to find out that he was shy, Feng Yichen also pretended not to see it.
He opened the book he had brought with him from the side, propped up one leg, rested his elbows on his knees, and propped his head into the book.
After saying nothing all the way, Lin Mo felt a little bored, suddenly remembered something, turned to look at Feng Yichen and said, "Who is the protagonist in the picture of the white snow and red plum beauty in the prince's room?" ”
Feng Yichen, who asked this, was caught off guard, and after he was stunned for a moment, his cold eyes faintly revealed a trace of sadness.
He put down the book for a long time before he said: "That painting was painted by the concubine, and the concubine said that it was her close friend, and often said that she was not right, and she should not be allowed to meet the prince of the western realm." ”
Lin Mo was a little surprised when she heard it, that painting was not painted by Feng Yichen, but why did she feel a sense of familiarity with that back every time she saw that painting?
Feng Yichen said a lot, but he still didn't mention who the person in the painting was?
Lin Mo was still curious, "So does the prince know who the person in the painting is?" ”
Seeing her asking, Feng Yichen raised his eyes to look at her, and said warmly: "This person Momo should be familiar with it, that is the sister of the general's wife." ”
Her aunt?
Unexpectedly, the person in the painting was Lin Mo's aunt Jiang Hanyu!
Just now he said that Jiang Hanyu and Concubine Xiang were close friends, and also said that Jiang Hanyu met the prince of the West through Concubine Xiang, and said that he was sorry for her.
Lin Mo felt that her aunt didn't seem to be simple, but she didn't expect that there really was a story.
It's just that she died at a young age, and it is estimated that she has nothing to do with the prince of the Western Realm.
She suddenly remembered something, and reached out to take off the hanging wolf tooth around her neck and put it in front of Feng Yichen, "Lord Wang, look at this thing, but what else does it mean?" ”
The moment he saw the wolf's teeth, Feng Yichen couldn't help but squint his eyes, took the wolf's teeth and looked at them in front of him, his eyes were as deep as a ghostly tan.
His expression was unusually deep, and Lin Mo couldn't help frowning, "But what's wrong?" ”
Feng Yichen raised his eyes to look at Lin Mo, raised his hand and put the wolf tooth back on her neck, the expression in his eyes was slightly complicated, "Mo Mo can know that the belief in the Western Realm is a wolf, and only the royal family and a few nobles can use the wolf tooth as an accessory." ”
He took out his wolf tooth from his waist, put it in front of Lin Mo, and continued: "This is given to me by my mother, although my mother is not a member of the royal family, but she is the most beloved county lord of the nobles of the Western Frontier King Yong'an, and the concubine said to the king before she died, this wolf tooth represents the noble identity of the Western Realm, why do you have this?" ”
Lin Mo took a closer look at Feng Yichen's one, the gems inlaid on it were different, hers was inlaid with red, while Feng Yichen's one was inlaid with blue.
Moreover, the base of her wolf tooth is gold, and Feng Yichen's is silver.
After listening to Feng Yichen's words, she didn't understand even more, why did Jiang Hanyu give her this?