Sheng Moyuan was silent for a moment, and the cold and nice voice sounded again, "She's sick?" ”

"It doesn't seem to be sick."

The waiter thought about it, and remembered that there seemed to be no problem, but it was estimated that he didn't have a good rest yesterday, and said that the Qing family ordered Qinghui to continue sleeping, and came here to say.

Sheng Moyuan didn't reply for a long time, until the ink on the tip of the brush dripped down and smudged onto the snow-white paper, and he answered, "Go down." ”

Let everyone around you go down.

Sheng Moyuan lowered his eyes and said nothing.

His beautiful lips pursed slightly, the pen and ink in his hand soaked some of the manuscripts he had written, and finally looked at the manuscripts in front of him.

I don't know how the last line came out naturally.

- I'm sorry, I don't mean I don't like you, I just don't want to drag you down.

"You're so nice......"

Sheng Moyuan's clear eyes drooped, as if he was a little aggrieved, and then raised his hand and grabbed the piece of paper.

Slightly forced, as if trying to erase the last line.

Obviously yesterday he said not to be so nice to him.

Today, I feel that just a little bit of absence is inexplicably uncomfortable.

I want to piece back yesterday.

What this feeling was, Sheng Moyuan didn't know, but he was used to Qinghui coming over and sitting for a while during the day.

Obviously looking at the fairy-like person, he likes to sit at the window and bask in the sun lazily, like a lazy cat.

The fingertips were slightly cold, and when they touched him, they brought up an indescribable tinglingness.

The feeling was dangerous, he knew.

But it's uncontrollably trapped.

Sheng Moyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and finally didn't say anything, got up, with a cold and delicate face, dark and quiet eyes, sat quietly on the edge of the bed, and then raised his hand and hugged the pillow next to him in his arms.

When I was sick before, I always felt that I couldn't finish a lot of things.

Now that it's better, I feel like there's nothing to do.

And in the next few days, Qinghui didn't have time to come to the prime minister's side.

Because of Qingyan's relationship, Qinghui hung a secret position in the palace, that is, to simply observe whether anyone in the palace used some indiscriminate means every once in a while.

Looking at it this way, I have found a lot of such small means.

This time it is rare to be able to marry a husband, which is still quite rare for Qinghui, who has been married several times.

So he rarely dealt with something easily, saying that he wanted to save money and marry a husband.

As for Sheng Moyuan's side, because Qinghui reversed the relationship with that spell, in fact, Qinghui didn't need to clean it up step by step.

As time passes, how Sheng Moyuan got sick at the beginning, and how he will recover later.

And those who originally wanted to rely on small means to evade blame will be counterattacked.

Sheng Moyuan's body gradually improved, but Qinghui didn't come for a few days.

Sheng Wenhan could obviously feel that Sheng Moyuan was in a low mood.

Although it still looks cold and cold, it can be seen that it is not happy.

Sheng Wenhan speculated that it was probably related to Qinghui's lack of appearance for a while, and slightly revealed that Qinghui has some things to do now, and it is estimated that this time will not come, but the marriage contract between the two sides has been preliminarily set.

Because it is said that Qinghui may not settle in Emperor Heaven City in the future, the schedule is relatively tight.

But it's understandable.