When it comes to talent, Emperor Tiancheng is undoubtedly one of the best choices.

But I didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing on the road.

And it was Qinghui who saved him.

Only then did he know that Qinghui was so powerful, and he couldn't help but complain about his mother in his heart, and he didn't make things clearer earlier.

looked at his mother again and said that he must take him back in half a month, don't annoy Qinghui.

He couldn't help but be a little unimpressed.

Even if it annoys, what can it do?

He is her little brother and the son of her savior.

Is it possible for Qinghui to really do something to him?

With such an idea, Zhou Zilin went to Qinghui a few times, and after eating a few closed doors, he wanted to start from Qingyan's side.

But Qingyan has long been an old fox in the officialdom, and it is too obvious to deal with such a mind, and it is too eager for quick success, it can't be said to be simple, it is estimated that it is too big to say that a stupid young man is too useless.

In the end, he ate a few soft nails, but he never saw Qinghui.

And Qinghui had long forgotten about this person, after all, Qingyan had been stopping him and not letting Qinghui see it, and the news that Qinghui sent out was to pick up this person immediately, and she didn't care.

So I didn't know that Zhou Zilin had repeatedly hit a wall.

Just went to the prime minister's house as usual.

After half a month of recuperation.

Sheng Moyuan's body has improved a lot, his face is no longer pale, and the decoction has been broken. The doctor who saw it also said that it was constantly improving, and judging from the pulse, there was no major problem.

Sheng Wenhan was naturally the happiest about this.

And his body gradually improved, and Qinghui's touch made Sheng Moyuan more and more sensitive.

It rained last night.

A lot of petals fell on the tree, and the new shoots stretched slightly, looming in the thick green.

Sheng Moyuan, dressed in a light blue single coat, sat on a chair in the garden, holding a book in his hand, and looked at it with his eyes lowered.

There was the sound of the attendant announcing it.

"Young Master, Miss Qing is here."

Sheng Moyuan responded, his long eyelashes trembled, and he raised his eyes silently and glanced at the end of the garden.

"I see."

The corners of his lips pursed slightly.

I saw a white figure walking through the garden gate.

walked directly to him and looked at Sheng Moyuan in front of him with slightly lowered eyes.

Then the fingertips lifted and touched his face.

Sheng Moyuan, who hadn't figured out how to face Qinghui, was coldly touched in the face, and was so frightened that he shrank back slightly and looked up at Qinghui.

I saw Qinghui bending down slightly, stating the facts with an expressionless face, and his voice was soft, "The wind is blowing, it's not warm." ”

Cool.

It's very uncomfortable.

She likes to touch the lukewarm one.

Sheng Moyuan had a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

It's a bit troublesome, I don't understand why every time Qinghui is accurately stepping on the line that makes him angry.

"Go back?"

Qinghui looked at the people around him, and then looked down at Sheng Moyuan.

Sheng Moyuan followed and stood up.

The corners of the cold little beauty's lips were tightly pursed, and she seemed to be a little unhappy, and she was still holding the book just now in her hand.

It seems like a long time ago, the book hasn't turned a page again.

When I got back to my room.

Watching Qinghui sit on the edge of his bed, looking up at him.

Sheng Moyuan pursed the corners of his lips, walked to the side of the bed, and sat down.

The tip of the nose is the fragrance of Qinghui's body, and it is close at that moment.