Rebirth: Not To Be The Emperor’s Wife Chapter 63

Just when Wen Zisheng was feeling bored, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure. Startled, the hand pouring the tea trembled slightly, the golden tea splashed out, and the hot liquid splashed onto his hand. The teapot was suddenly unsteady, and fell onto the table with a bang, making a crisp sound, instantly attracting the attention of the two sitting opposite.

The tea was hot enough, some of it splashed onto Wen Zisheng’s hand, and soon it turned red, and it looked even redder on his fair and delicate skin. Fei Junchen’s first reaction was to grab his hand directly, He asked anxiously, “Is it hot? Does it hurt?”

Wen Zisheng was taken aback for a moment with a look of concern, and subconsciously withdrew his hand from him, “Thank you, Third Prince, for your concern, Zisheng is fine.”

The other party showed such obvious resistance to his touch, Fei Junchen naturally couldn’t be happy, but because Fei Junhao was still present, he didn’t say much, and withdrew his hand angrily.

Fei Junhao, who saw everything in his eyes, took a meaningful look at Fei Junchen, as if everything was just Fei Junchen’s heat.

Fei Junhao said: “Why is Zisheng so careless? If the burn is serious, you are not the only one who will suffer.” He meant something, and Wen

Zisheng couldn’t help but feel a little bit of displeasure in his heart, and frowned slightly. Frowning, but he just said: “Probably the tea is too hot, and I can’t grasp it steadily.” He hid his hands under his sleeves, “It’ll be fine in a while.” The burned area is not large, this kind of He can still bear a little pain.

But apparently someone didn’t think so. Fei Junchen frowned slightly in disapproval, and then asked someone to get scald medicine. If your family is injured, this prince must ensure that you go back unscathed.”

Wen Zisheng: “…”

It’s just a little burnt…

But obviously Fei Junchen didn’t think so. With Fei Junchen’s insistence, he was finally bruised and scalded. Wen Zisheng didn’t like such a fuss, but the other party had good intentions, so he couldn’t keep refusing.

After rubbing the medicine, it was inconvenient to make tea. Naturally, he gave up the place to make tea. Fei Junchen said: “This time it doesn’t count, Zisheng still owes the prince a pot of tea.” Wen Zisheng is used to

him So I don’t want to refute, but I am a little annoyed by Fei Junhao’s gaze on him. The other party’s gaze has been on him since just now, and the meaning of the gaze is unclear.

Fei Junchen also noticed Fei Junhao’s extraordinary attention to Wen Zisheng, endured the displeasure in his heart, and said: “This time Qi State has caused great damage to the border of our country. What is the remedy??”

As expected, Fei Junhao’s attention was taken away by him, and he looked away from Wen Zisheng, and he couldn’t deny it: “In front of the third brother, the emperor would not dare to use an axe.”

Wen Zisheng finally let go. Taking a breath, he turned his head slightly to look in the previous direction, but at this time the familiar figure had disappeared, and he couldn’t help but feel a little lost. Did he see it wrong?

Although it was just a back view, it was really very similar to Nangong Ye. He really thought it was Nangong Ye standing there just now, but maybe it was just an illusion caused by his worrying too much.

Also, how could Nangong Ye appear here at this time? Even if he didn’t lose track, he should be at the border, and it’s absolutely impossible for him to appear here.

The sense of loss is so obvious, he knows that his attention to Nangong Ye has exceeded his expectations, but he doesn’t think there is anything wrong. This is probably because Nangong Ye always appeared in an image of helping him. Except for the first meeting, almost every time they met, it was Nangong Ye who extended a helping hand to him, and even saved him time and time again.

As for the others, maybe it is mixed with curiosity and admiration brought from the previous life.

Thinking of the fact that there is no news about Nangong Ye, Wen Zisheng’s mood fell instantly. He suddenly didn’t want to stay any longer, and it was almost time to go back, so he briefly talked to the two brothers of the Fei family, stood up and left. .

Hearing that Wen Zisheng was going back, Fei Junchen wanted to keep him at the first moment. He didn’t want Wen Zisheng to leave so soon, but unfortunately, thinking that there was another Fei Junhao who was eyeing him, he could only restrain himself in the end. With the thoughts in his heart, he watched Wen Zisheng’s back as he left.

“Brother Sanhuang is very reluctant?” Fei Junhao suddenly said, there was a hint of temptation in his half-smile, Fei Junchen looked away, and smiled irrefutably, “Fiveth Brother seems to have forgotten that Brother Huang is already engaged ”

Fei Junhao smiled even more pointedly, “Put it away, the emperor really thought that the emperor would marry the prime minister.”

This speaks to Fei Junchen’s pain point, he really planned to marry the general at the beginning The mansion was engaged, and later at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, he suddenly became interested in Wen Zisheng, thinking that the status of the Prime Minister’s Mansion and the General’s Mansion were actually almost the same, so he changed his mind and wanted to marry the Prime Minister’s Mansion, but unexpectedly, it was Wen Zisheng in the end Come to the door in person and kill his idea.

However, it made him more interested in Wen Zisheng.

“The world is unpredictable. Who knows what will happen in the next moment?” Fei Junchen narrowed his eyes and smiled harmlessly.

Fei Junhao also laughed, “Brother Huang is right, the world is unpredictable.”

What the two brothers of the Fei family said, Wen Zisheng didn’t know at all, and he was not interested, he just wanted to find Yun Qing as soon as possible and then hurry up Going back, there were many people around, and when they saw him, many people would always come over to make friends with him, which made him feel a little irritable.

Finally, I found Yun Qing in a corner of the yard. A group of people gathered around to watch the two players play chess. Although there were many people, they kept quiet all the time. Yun Qing half bent over and watched fascinated.

Wen Zisheng was a little funny, no wonder he couldn’t find Yun Qing, so he hid here to watch people play chess, he knew Yun Qing was a chess obsessive, so he didn’t find it strange to see Yun Qing so obsessed.

He walked over and tugged Yun Qing’s sleeve lightly, “Yun Qing, go back.”

Yun Qing still had an obsessed expression on his face, and felt that someone was pulling his sleeve. It was his young master, “Are you going back so soon?” He asked, but he had already left the crowd. Although there was still reluctance on his face, the young master’s wish was the most important thing.

“Well, let’s go back.”

On the way back, Fei Junchen still prepared the carriage for him, and when he left the Third Prince’s Mansion, Mingyu was still standing at the door waiting for him, “Mr. Wen, please.” Back to the Prime Minister’s

Mansion , Mingyu gave Wen Zisheng a bottle of burn medicine before leaving, Wen Zisheng refused to accept it, but Mingyu insisted, saying: “This is what I ordered, if Mingyu didn’t finish it, I will be punished when I go back. Please, Mr. Wen, don’t embarrass Mingyu.”

As a last resort, Wen Zisheng had no choice but to accept it, feeling mixed with gratitude and helplessness, of course the Xiangfu would not be without such things as scalding medicine, but no matter how you say this is also Fei Junchen’s wish, he is now I was a little dazed. When I saw him burnt just now, Fei Junchen’s anxiety didn’t seem like he was acting… ”

Master, are you injured?” Yun Qing’s surprised voice sounded in his ears, and Wen Zisheng came back from his contemplation Suddenly, he said casually: “It was just scalded by hot water, it’s not serious.”

Hearing this, Yun Qing immediately blamed himself, “Yun Qing is damned!” How could he be distracted by other things? The task is to take good care of his young master, he is really irresponsible.

“It’s just a small injury, it’s nothing serious.” Wen Zisheng didn’t take it seriously, “I’ve already taken the medicine.”

Yun Qing still didn’t feel relieved, took the medicine bottle from Wen Zisheng’s hand, and followed Wen Zisheng with a sullen expression By Sheng’s side, Wen Zisheng could tell at a glance that he was depressed, but at the moment he was also in a low mood, and he was not in the mood to enlighten him.

“…Master!”

As he passed the yard, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him. Some flushed face, a pair of eyes are amazingly bright.

Wen Zisheng raised his eyebrows, and asked coldly: “What’s the matter?”

His cold attitude made Xiao Moxuan’s smile froze on his face, and his lips pursed a few times, “…Mo Xuan just wanted to come and thank the young master for giving Mo Xuan The medicine.” As if he didn’t expect Wen Zisheng’s attitude to be so cold, his expression was always a little unnatural.

Wen Zisheng took a look and asked, “Your injury is healed?”

Hearing him ask about his injury, Xiao Moxuan became happy again, “Well, I took the medicine given by the young master and recuperated for a few days. He’s almost recovered.”

“Yeah.” Wen Zisheng nodded lightly and planned to leave.

Looking at Xiao Moxuan’s kind face in front of him always reminded him of the Xiao Moxuan he saw before he died in his previous life. That beautiful face was no longer kind and gentle as before, but full of resentment and completely distorted. That pretty face.

“Master—” Seeing that he was about to leave, Xiao Moxuan hurriedly called out to him, but when Wen Zisheng turned his head and looked at him, he didn’t know what to say, he just didn’t want to end the conversation with him so quickly, It was just a momentary impulse to call out to him.

Several months have passed since he came to the Prime Minister’s Mansion, but today is the only time he can talk to Wen Zisheng like now, and most of the time he can only look at him from a distance. Why is the young master who is so gentle and kind to others, but why is he so indifferent to himself?

Wen Zisheng waited for a long time without waiting for his next words, feeling a little impatient, Xiao Moxuan noticed his slightly frowned brows, thinking that maybe he might be hated, he couldn’t help but rushed out the words hidden in his heart: “Master , Mo Xuan, Mo Xuan wants to serve the young master!”