Chapter 119 Active Kiss-
Hearing the words "Mrs. Zhun Cangyue", Song Weichen's heart ached for no reason, and he didn't know what he was minding.
Looking at his condition today, he probably wouldn’t be able to have a morning meeting. After giving Mo Tingfeng medicine, Song Weichen thought about it and went to the dining hall. She wanted to make him a cup of medicinal chicken soup.
After begging the chef of the dining hall for a long time, he finally agreed to teach her. Four hours later, a cup of "chicken soup" that looked black and unfriendly was finally out of the pot, and the kitchen of the dining hall was already in a state of chaos. The boats and oars were reduced to ashes, just like the scene of a secondary disaster.
"Can you please help me taste this black-bone chicken soup?" Song Weichen was self-aware and did not dare to use the word "good".
She had lost her sense of taste since the stomachache in Ximanlou, and she has not recovered it yet. It is really impossible to judge the fatality rate of the bowl of food in her hand.
The cook who taught her how to make soup glanced at the chicken soup and didn't have the courage to eat it. She had no choice but to say perfunctorily, "Don't worry, I've taught you a good skill at cooking. I'm sure... you can drink it." If the cook knew the whereabouts of the soup, he probably wouldn't dare to lie to her even if he died.
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Carefully brought the soup back to Tingfeng Mansion. She hesitated but did not dare to bring it in to him. The chicken soup didn't look like a good thing. She knew that one should not repay kindness with enmity.
Putting the soup in Wuqingju, he carefully dusted off the soot from his face and body, and then entered Mo Tingfeng's room. Seeing that he was not adjusting his breath but sitting at the table reading a book, Song Weichen gently poured a cup of tea for him and brought it to him. Not wanting to disturb him, he turned and left.
"It smells so good."
Mo Tingfeng said casually, without looking up from the book, "It seems like there is some delicious medicinal food."
Song Weichen's eyes lit up and he turned around in disbelief. Looking at him, "Can you smell it?"
How did she know that she had just experienced a false disappearance and was missing for four consecutive hours? How could Mo Tingfeng not send someone to look for her. When he learned that she had made the dining hall a mess, he had already guessed it, but this little girl came back with chicken soup, but hesitated for a long time and hid in Wuqingju. She must be self-aware of her craftsmanship, how could he not understand? How could she be willing to let her thoughts go to waste?
“What delicious food have you hidden?”
"It's not hidden, it's just that there is a high probability that it won't taste good, and it might even be poisonous chicken soup..."
"I'll give it a try."
Song Weichen looked embarrassed when he heard this, "It's better to say goodbye. "The crime of murdering Lord Si Chen is more serious than the number one suspect in the White Robe Case."
Seeing her refusal, he got up and went to look for her on his own. Song Weichen panicked and ran into Wuwu before him. Qingju picked up the chicken soup and drank it, but someone snatched it away before she could even take two sips.
“Save some for me.”
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Although he was mentally prepared, Mo Tingfeng couldn't help but tense up the moment the chicken soup entered his mouth. He relied on a mountain of willpower to finish the remaining chicken soup.
Song Weichen knew the current situation and quickly poured a large glass of water and handed it to him. He drank the water with his head down. He clearly looked worse.
"Are you okay? Doesn't it taste so bad? I told you not to drink it..." She looked down at her toes, her face full of shame.
“Didn’t you drink just now?”
Mo Tingfeng's eyes flashed and his brows furrowed slightly unconsciously. He gently held Song Weichen's shoulders, "Are you...?"
Song Weichen smiled unnaturally, "Well, I didn't My sense of taste is gone, so I can't tell the difference between good and bad. I'm sorry for making you drink something so unpleasant..."
Before she finished speaking, Mo Tingfeng hugged her tightly.
"Weiwei, you need to decode it quickly. You can't delay it any longer."
"It's okay. Having no sense of taste is not necessarily a bad thing." She smiled reassuringly and patted his back. Back, "For example, now, at least I am not being persecuted by this poisonous chicken soup."
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She still said it too early.
That night, Song Weichen vomited so much that he almost tormented himself to death. It was true that eating food cooked by others cost money, but eating food cooked by oneself cost one's life. Fortunately, Mo Tingfeng had a strong stomach, so he was fine. Also on this night, the faint figure that once appeared on the eaves of Tingfeng Mansion appeared again.
Perhaps it was because Mo Tingfeng's magic power was low at the moment, and perhaps it was because he was busy taking care of Song Weichen who had food poisoning. In short, even he didn't notice the existence of the vague shadow.
The figure stretched out his hand and a cluster of dried albizia flowers suddenly appeared on the roof.
"It's disrespectful to be careful. Mr. Mo, there will be surprises everywhere. You must pay attention to this little girl, don't let others play to death so early."
The figure's voice sounded like the sigh of the wind. After speaking, he dissipated like smoke, leaving only the cluster of dried albizia flowers lying strangely on the roof, unmoving despite the wind blowing from all directions.
The same cluster of dried Albizia julibrissin flowers appeared on the table of a teahouse. However, it was late at night and the teahouse was empty. It looked like there was a large banner with the word "ming" hanging behind it. There is something strange about the case.
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The next day, Song Weichen couldn't get out of bed because his stomach had been troubled all night, so he slept miserably all day.
Mo Tingfeng watched her while adjusting his breath, but every time after entering meditation, he felt someone walking around him, a woman.
This fantasy made him uneasy. He thought it was because of his inner demon, but one time in the evening, he accidentally opened his eyes and saw a familiar white dress, and walked away from Wuqingju. go out.
Although he could only see a corner of the clothes, he still concluded at a glance that it was Sang Pu.
Hurrying out to look for her, there was no trace of her.
Turning around sadly, he suddenly heard the sound of the guqin playing in the courtyard, playing the mournful "Guqin Yin". Mo Tingfeng was in a state of confusion. He stood there and did not dare to look back, for fear that if he turned around, the music would be cut off. .
Song Weichen clearly heard the sound of the piano. How could there be anyone playing the piano in the courtyard? Could it be that the one in the bamboo pavilion was used...? She was flustered for some reason and managed to push herself to the courtyard.
She saw her, her clothes were whiter than snow, and her eyebrows were as dark as black. Shi Shiran was sitting in the bamboo pavilion, playing with things that originally belonged to her.
She also saw him, standing in the courtyard in a daze. Although her back was to the man playing the piano, her expression was clear and she had already sunk.
Is it cold? Song Weichen trembled unconsciously. This is the Tingfeng Mansion of the dignified Lord Sichen. How could the illusion dare to happen here? ! Infinite fear arose in her heart. She had never heard of a Luanpo who dared to come to Sichen Mansion to cause trouble. The situation this time was really dangerous and abnormal.
But at the moment, Mo Tingfeng's magic power is low, and it is really not suitable for a head-on confrontation. What's more, Luan Po is extremely smart and knows how to use Sang Pu's appearance to exploit his weaknesses. She must guard him!
Without thinking about it, Song Weichen suddenly ran over and hugged Mo Tingfeng tightly. She had never hugged him like this.
“Don’t look, don’t look back.”
Song Weichen stared at him eagerly, “She is not real, I am!”
“Weiwei.” Mo Ting Feng called her softly, his expression extremely painful. How could he not look back?
Mo Tingfeng turned his head slightly and was about to look back. Song Weichen didn't know where the courage came from. Suddenly he held his face with both hands, stood up on his tiptoes and kissed Mo Tingfeng.
Feeling her small, soft and cold lips kissing him awkwardly, Mo Tingfeng shivered all over, and unconsciously hugged him tightly. Becoming extremely weak, the two of them were entangled with each other for a moment, and Song Weichen allowed him to take whatever he wanted, until he gradually became paralyzed due to lack of oxygen.
The guqin music in the courtyard stopped at some point, and everything returned to normal. Mo Tingfeng picked her up and walked back to Wuqingju.
Song Weichen was probably kissed to the point where her brain shut down and she was very sleepy. She closed her eyes and snuggled into his arms, holding on to his sleeves tightly as if she was afraid that he would let her go and run away.
"Ting Feng, please recognize clearly that I am Sang Pu, and I am the person you have been waiting for for thousands of years."