Yan Kuanwen, who originally had a fierce face, actually bared his teeth at Leng Qinghe, turned around and walked out of the thatched house.

"Back to the prince, he resolutely refused."

Someone commanded in a deep voice: "Okay, you can also remember what this king said." ”

"Don't worry, the villain will definitely not say a word to others in this matter."

Leng Qinghe was shocked, he didn't understand what was going on, he just had the heart to go out to find out, the light at the door was dim, Leng Qinghuan walked in, and called out "brother" crisply.

Leng Qinghe was a little surprised: "Qinghuan, why are you?" ”

Murong Qi stood at the door of the cottage, looking at the shabby scene in the room, as well as the rice porridge and vegetables resting at the head of his bed, he was stunned for a moment and did not go in.

The first time he saw Leng Qinghuan, he saw her push Leng Qinglang into the lake, and he confidently refused to admit his mistake. He determined that Leng Qinghuan must have relied on the identity of his concubine, arrogantly and domineering in the prime minister's mansion, bullying his sister-in-law, and ignoring the fact that her biological mother died of illness and was not treated by the prime minister.

Later, Leng Qinglang was in front of him, and she looked like she was swallowing her anger and being pitiful, while Leng Qinghuan was very different, she was full of thorns and reckless, and she even dared to do it to herself. Therefore, he became more and more convinced that Leng Qinglang must have been bullied by her in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

But today, what he saw in front of him was a little shocking. If the two of them were really so arrogant and domineering in the Prime Minister's Mansion, how could they end up in such a situation? Don't say that the prince of the Prime Minister's Mansion is an ordinary person, and he may not be able to be satisfied with such a status quo.

He remembered again that day, he rushed into the main courtyard by himself, and the coarse tea and light meal in front of Leng Qinghuan.

Diao Mama's craftsmanship is not good, after all, she was originally a mother-in-law with a head and face in the palace, and it was not her turn to do these tasks, and the food she made should be barely able to swallow. But this woman doesn't seem to be disgusted.

It is clear that some details of the brother and sister are the quality of contentment and happiness created by the hard life on weekdays.

Leng Qinghe raised his face and saw him, hurriedly got up and knelt down, and gave him a big salute.

"Excuse me." Murong Qi spoke: "The temptation of the right talent is arranged in advance by this king, and the selection of materials for the country is indispensable, and the character and talent are indispensable, and I ask for Leng Gongzi's forgiveness." ”

Leng Qinghe was a wise person, and when he saw Murong Qi and the others, he had already vaguely understood that King Qi was testing his character. Then, if you ask him for a recommendation, you should have answered.

Immediately overjoyed, he said respectfully: "Thank you for your cultivation heart." The prince is meticulous in employing people, fair and wise, and Qinghe feels honored. ”

Leng Qinghuan was on the side, the corners of his lips twitched twice, and he couldn't say what he was suffering. Brother, is this really his Murong Qi iron-faced and selfless, meritocracy? He obviously doesn't look down on himself, and he doesn't want to see his brother by the way, so he came up with this method to test it, right?

If Leng Qinglang opened his mouth to ask for it, even if it was Leng Qingjiao's little fart who could only memorize the three-character scripture, he was afraid that he would have to respond immediately, why bother so much?

She secretly slandered herself here, and Murong Qi naturally didn't know that she had become such a shameless villain in her mind.

Because he was tall and burly, he looked very aggrieved in the grass hut, so he had to bow his head.

"Qing Huan said that you are amazingly talented, and you have the talent of Zijian, this king is naturally willing to select talents for the court in an eclectic manner. I just don't know, how are you doing now? ”

Leng Qinghe blurted out: "My sister has superb medical skills, and all the poison on my body has been cleaned up, but I have been bedridden for a long time, and my body is a little weak, and I need to raise it for a few more days." ”

Murong Qi's eyes jumped over Leng Qinghuan's body: "Poisoned? ”

Leng Qinghuan hurriedly took over the conversation: "My brother has heat poison in his lungs, so it's natural to clean it up." ”

Murong Qi didn't care, anyway, he didn't know anything about medicine. Leng Qinghe glanced at her thoughtfully, and slowly spoke: "Qingfeng is not here, please ask my sister to help me make a cup of tea for the prince?" ”

Murong Qi wanted to say that he was not thirsty, but it seemed that Leng Qinghe was deliberately supporting Leng Qinghuan, so he didn't say no. Leng Qinghuan glanced at the two of them, and the expression on his face was a little subtle: "Okay." ”

Turned around and walked out of the cottage.

Leng Qinghe raised his hand: "If the prince doesn't dislike the shabby grass, please sit." ”

Murong Qi lifted the hem of his clothes and sat down on the high stool where Yan Kuanwen had sit. When I turned around, I saw the awl that Leng Qinghe threw on the bed.

Leng Qinghe put it away embarrassedly: "The bed is too comfortable, the spirit is not good, and I will always be sleepy involuntarily." ”

Murong Qi pursed his lips: "Although this king doesn't know anything about medical skills, he also understands the truth that illness comes like a mountain falls, and illness goes like a thread." Your body has not yet recovered, and your body can't bear it like this. In fact, you don't have to work so hard, if you want to enter the office, it's just a matter of a word from this king or your father. ”

Leng Qinghe smiled slightly at the corner of his lips and shook his head: "What I want is not to enter the office, but to settle down and live in the foundation." Only if he is good enough can he make himself into the court and give Qing Huan a strong support. ”

Murong Qi's eyes flashed: "Qinghuan has this king." ”

"Qing Huan is not here, the prince doesn't have to perfunctory me like this."

Leng Qinghe smiled sadly: "The last time Qinghuan came to visit me, Qingfeng said that she drove away by herself when she left, and I knew that what she told me about your kindness to her was all fake." I deliberately tried it, and sure enough, it didn't happen. ”

Murong Qi didn't speak. This man has a very keen sense of observation, and the strangeness between him and Qing Huan is believed to be visible to him.

"Qinghuan and I grew up in the countryside, they are two tenacious weeds, if it weren't really desperate, on the day of the wedding, she would never choose to commit suicide.

In the final analysis, my brother is too useless, not only can he not protect her, but he also drags her down to worry about me. So, this time, Enko, I am bound to win, and I must be on the list. Only I am strong enough, Qinghuan has a way out no matter when, and I will not do such a stupid thing again. ”

Murong Qi couldn't help but think of Leng Qinghuan's stubborn, sharp eyes, and tightly pursed, tenacious and unyielding cherry lips. It couldn't coincide with the woman who was dying in the sedan chair.

Today's Leng Qinghuan, where is the weeds that can be trampled on, it is simply a thorny cactus. Are you sure that this sick and crooked uncle needs you to protect her?

He was silent for a moment, and finally spoke: "She is not as weak as you think. ”

"Maybe it's just a bluff," Leng Qinghe looked at Murong Qi with a serious face: "I know, the prince likes Leng Qinglang, he has withdrawn from the marriage twice, and he was forced to marry Qinghuan, and he definitely doesn't like it in his heart."

If Qinghe can get what he wants this time, he is willing to do his best for the prince. I only ask the prince that you can promise me not to hurt my little sister. If there is no room for her in the palace, give her back to me. ”

The words are earnest, and the oath is true. Murong Qi's heart seemed to have been struck by something, some pained, some soft, some inexplicable, different feelings surged directly to his throat.

"Young Master Leng, you're too worried."