Chapter 1622 Refreshing

Chapter 43

Only then did Yan Beicheng tilt the medicine bowl slightly so that she could drink it slowly.

While Mo Shanghua was drinking the medicine, her eyes wandered casually.

Because of the need to hold the medicine bowl, Yan Beicheng's wide sleeves naturally slipped halfway, revealing his fair arms.

At the place where the sleeves overlapped at the elbow, half of the scar was clearly reflected in Mo Shanghua's eyes. overlap.

These two people, could it be true...

Thinking of this, a strange look flickered in her slightly sick eyes, and her indifference returned in an instant.

After calmly drinking a bowl of medicine, Mo Shanghua lay back down, and fell asleep again in a daze because of the onset of the medicine's effect.

After such a few days, Mo Shanghua's afflicted Laman gradually recovered. Although her body was still weak, she could at least take medicine by herself.

Looking at the handkerchief Yan Beicheng handed over, Mo Shanghua took it and wiped her arm with it.

Yan Beicheng, on the other hand, was sitting beside him bored.

Mo Shanghua glanced at Yan Beicheng beside her from the corner of her eye, and couldn't help but think of the scar she saw a few days ago.

With just one scar, she was already sure that Yan Beicheng was the cloaked man.

On the surface, he is a dandy and willful, but secretly he is a mysterious and unpredictable peerless master. His ability to endure for such a long time is enough to show his current strength. It seemed that she was right to choose to cooperate with Yan Beicheng.

Just thinking about it, Qin Ya hurried in from the outside, "My lord and concubine, the emperor sent someone from the imperial capital to send a wedding gift, and now the people from the imperial capital have already arrived at the gate of the city."

Mo Shanghua paused the hand that was about to hand over the handkerchief, and there was a bit of surprise in his eyes.

The same is true for Yan Beicheng, but he was only surprised for a while, and then wept again, "What is the father doing so much, so that the king has to go out to greet him."

Mo Shanghua didn't like to deal with this, so she pulled the quilt towards her body, and said softly, "My lord, I'm not feeling well, so I'm going to have to do it myself."

Yan Beicheng stood up reluctantly, and looked at her full of resentment, "You woman, you clearly want to take advantage of the opportunity to be lazy, hum, this king will go by himself."

After that, he walked out with a sad face.

Seeing that he had gone far away, Mo Shanghua sat up again with a solemn expression, "Qin Ya, did you find out who is the person who came to give the gift?"

...

Yan Moli and Yan Cenxuan also rode tall horses, riding side by side at the front of the team, followed by a guard of hundreds of people.

In the meantime, there was a noble and extravagant carriage, surrounded by dozens of maids in uniform.

Yan Limo had a handsome face, sitting upright on the horse, watching Yan Beicheng's car approaching not far away, his eyes gradually filled with darkness.

It's been a long time since spring began, but Yan Cenxuan at the side was still wearing a loose and thick cloak. On his handsome face like a god's mansion, there was a faint smile, and his temperament was as gentle and elegant as a diabolo.

"Brother Sanhuang, brother Jiuhuang's car should be in front of you." Yan Cenxuan also saw the car not far away, and couldn't help turning his eyes to Yan Limo, and said in a low voice.

"It should be." Yan Limo nodded his chin lightly, reined in the reins with his right hand, and raised his left hand to the top of his hair, "Everyone stop and wait here."

As soon as the words fell, the team of hundreds of people stopped neatly, and no one dared to walk.

The carriage also stopped, and a pair of slender and white hands like green onions protruded from the small window, and those slender hands gently lifted a corner of the brocade curtain of the small window, revealing a beautiful cheek.

Liu Qianqian poked her cheeks out of the small window, looked around, and then said softly, "But you've arrived in Yuzhou?"

The close maid, Qing'er hurriedly came over, and replied in a low voice, "Yes."

A dark color suddenly flashed across Liu Qianqian's eyes, which were slightly darker.

Liu Qianqian, no, it should be said to be a "fake daughter", or the concubine of the Liu family, if you knew that I was coming, what would happen?

...

"Princess, my brother has already gone to inquire about it, and it will be a while before we get any news." Qin Ya stepped forward and answered truthfully.

Just as Qin Ya finished speaking, there was a rush of footsteps at the door, and after a while, I saw Qin Lin running over panting.

He took a deep breath, and after a while, he gestured in sign language and described what he saw.

"The three princes, the thirteenth princes, and Liu Qianqian, the daughter of the prime minister's mansion, have already entered the mansion, and the prince has arranged a place for them at this moment..." Mo Shanghua looked at Qin Lin's mouth, and said what he said The description was whispered without revealing a single word.

Others were fine with it, but when Liu Qianqian was mentioned, her indifferent and calm water eyes were suddenly stained with a bit of ice, like the twelfth lunar month in winter, and the coldness pierced the bone marrow.

Qin Ya and Qin Lin looked at each other, and they both sensed that something was wrong with Mo Shanghua.

"Princess, what's the matter with you?" After hesitating for a moment, Qin Ya finally stepped forward worriedly.

"It's okay." Only then did Mo Shanghua realize her gaffe, and the expression in her eyes immediately turned clean.

Qin Ya was still worried, and was about to ask more questions, when another servant girl came in.

"Report to Wangfei, Miss Liu, the daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, asked to see her, saying that she wanted to see my sister."

"Please come in." Mo Shanghua said with a cold look in his eyes, his expression unchanged.

Since the "sister" came to visit, how could she, the older sister, not see her.

Not long after the maid faded away, Liu Qianqian walked in gracefully.

Today's Liu Qianqian is wearing a Shu brocade Liuyun wide-sleeved underskirt, and her three-thousand-black hair is combed into the most fashionable bun in the imperial capital today, with a ring of pendants on her hair, which complements her already stunning cheeks, and even more so. Three points of softness, coupled with the weak figure of Liu Fufeng, added a bit of pity to me.

As soon as she saw Mo Shanghua lying on the bed, she walked over gracefully and gracefully, and said worriedly: "It's only been a few months since I saw you, why is my sister so thin? It's really shocking to see." It will be a long time to feel distressed."

Every move is like how much sisterly love the two had in the past.

What a big white lotus.

Mo Shanghua laughed ironically in her heart, but she didn't show it at all on her face, she just glanced at her indifferently, "I've always been so thin, I'm afraid I haven't seen my sister for a long time, so forget about it."

To be honest, the two have only met twice since today, how could Liu Qianqian know her physical condition, she could understand the sarcasm in these words that others could not understand.

Sure enough, Liu Qianqian's face froze for a moment, and then she smiled, "My sister has been traveling a lot these days, and she only wanted to see her as soon as possible, so she forgot it for a while, so don't blame her."