In order to avoid giving Feng Ze any hope, she had to be cruel and said: "Since you have woken up now, it is inconvenient for me to stay here longer. Feng Ze, you are seriously injured and need a good rest, so I will say my goodbye first."
Zhao Ling carried her medicine box on her back and resolutely turned around and walked out of the door.
"Ling, no matter what, my heart for you will not change, and no matter what the outcome is, I will not regret it."
When she was about to step out the door, Fengze's low and stubborn voice came from behind.
Zhao Ling's footsteps stagnated, she stopped, looked back at him, and whispered helplessly, "Fengze, what's the trouble with you?"
Feng Ze laughed at himself, but his face was full of bitterness. He stared at Zhao Ling strongly, and asked in a low voice, "Ling, if... if at that time, you and King Xuan didn't marry, would you accept my regards?"
Zhao Ling was silent, and after a long while she replied in a low voice, "No."
After speaking, she ignored Feng Ze's disappointment and sadness and decided to leave.
Although the undisguised deep pain in Feng Ze's eyes made her a little worried, she clearly knew her heart.
Even without Meng Yuan's presence, she and Fengze could only stop at being friends, just like she and Yuan Lie, although they worked together for many years and got along day and night, they never had a relationship between a man and a woman.
Now that she had made up her mind, she would no longer give him unnecessary fantasies. At this point, Zhao Ling was obviously determined to be cruel.
Walking out of the room, she ran into Mrs. Chu Jiang who came to deliver the soup. Zhao Ling said to her, "Mrs. Chu, General Feng has already woken up. It's better for him to take this soup while it's still hot."
When Jiang Shi heard that Feng Ze was awake, her face was happy, and she quickly ordered the servants to bring the soup into the room and serve it to Feng Ze.
When she saw Zhao Ling saying goodbye to her, she insisted on sending her all the way out of the General's Mansion, and while they were walking, she said to her: "Miss Zhao is really skilled in medicine, it's really wonderful that Feng Ze can get to know a strange woman like you."
Although Jiang's words were extremely obscure, Zhao Ling could hear the temptation in her words. She smiled lightly and said indifferently, "Mrs. Chu has become acquainted, just call me Ling. Does Mrs. Chu have anything to say to me?"
Seeing that Zhao Ling was sincere and calm, Jiang Shi was also very happy with her.
It was a pity that this exquisite and rare woman had already had a marriage contract with King Xuan long ago. Her own stupid son was still not blessed enough.
She sighed, took Zhao Ling's hand, and said, "Ling, you are also a sensible person, so I'll tell you straight. This kid Feng Ze, I'm afraid he has thoughts of you. These two days, he was in a coma and kept calling your name, I couldn't bear it for a while, but you were good at medicine again, so I invited you over. This is a bit of my selfishness as a mother, and I hope you don't mind."
"It's just an effort for your son, Madam Chu doesn't need to take it to heart." Seeing that she already knew about this, Zhao Ling no longer kept silent, "I have always regarded Fengze as a good friend, and I don't want to lose him as a friend, but his affection for me is , I really..."
"I know." Mrs. Chu clapped her hand and said understandingly: "You have a long-term engagement with Lord Xuan, this child Feng Ze really shouldn't have such thoughts towards you. It's just that this child has been stubborn since he was a child, I'm afraid he wouldn't let go so easily. Sigh, he made Longyan furious this time, and I'm afraid this capital won't be able to stay any longer..."
On the way back to the Duke's Mansion, Zhao Ling's mind was full of Mrs. Chu's sadness and dejected figure when she parted. Feng Ze was the first friend she met here, and he was also the key person who made her remember her true origin, which had a special meaning to her.
But this time, he categorically refused to marry, so that he angered Longyan, and it might affect his future, but it was because of her. This made Zhao Ling feel very uncomfortable.
Stepping into the door of her courtyard, she saw a familiar figure unexpectedly.
In the wheelchair sitting on the side, a man with a straight back is holding a book in his hand and concentrates on reading. His black hair was tied in a crown, his expression was indifferent, and he was dressed in a simple moon-white robe, which made him cold as jade and had a dusty temperament.
Zhao Ling stood at the gate of the courtyard and watched silently, sighing inwardly, Meng Yuan was really becoming more and more pleasing to the eye, just such a side face was enough to attract people's attention and turn all beings upside down.
As if sensing someone coming, Meng Yuan turned his head and saw Zhao Ling with a faint smile on her face, put down the scroll in his hand, slowly move the wheelchair forward, and stopped in front of Zhao Ling.
"Mo'er, you're back." His voice was always low and magnetic.
Meng Yuan's comfortable and natural tone made Zhao Ling suddenly have the illusion that such a scene was like a wife waiting for her husband to come home.
However, this was obviously the courtyard of the Duke's Mansion, how could this guy who was supposed to be in the Xuanwang Mansion appear here?
Zhao Ling was about to ask him why he came here, but saw Meng Yuan's mouth flattened and said a little aggrieved.. "Ling'er, you came back late, I'm hungry."
In order to avoid giving Feng Ze any hope, she had to be cruel and said: "Since you have woken up now, it is inconvenient for me to stay here longer. Feng Ze, you are seriously injured and need a good rest, so I will say my goodbye first."
Zhao Ling carried her medicine box on her back and resolutely turned around and walked out of the door.
"Ling, no matter what, my heart for you will not change, and no matter what the outcome is, I will not regret it."
When she was about to step out the door, Fengze's low and stubborn voice came from behind.
Zhao Ling's footsteps stagnated, she stopped, looked back at him, and whispered helplessly, "Fengze, what's the trouble with you?"
Feng Ze laughed at himself, but his face was full of bitterness. He stared at Zhao Ling strongly, and asked in a low voice, "Ling, if... if at that time, you and King Xuan didn't marry, would you accept my regards?"
Zhao Ling was silent, and after a long while she replied in a low voice, "No."
After speaking, she ignored Feng Ze's disappointment and sadness and decided to leave.
Although the undisguised deep pain in Feng Ze's eyes made her a little worried, she clearly knew her heart.
Even without Meng Yuan's presence, she and Fengze could only stop at being friends, just like she and Yuan Lie, although they worked together for many years and got along day and night, they never had a relationship between a man and a woman.
Now that she had made up her mind, she would no longer give him unnecessary fantasies. At this point, Zhao Ling was obviously determined to be cruel.
Walking out of the room, she ran into Mrs. Chu Jiang who came to deliver the soup. Zhao Ling said to her, "Mrs. Chu, General Feng has already woken up. It's better for him to take this soup while it's still hot."
When Jiang Shi heard that Feng Ze was awake, her face was happy, and she quickly ordered the servants to bring the soup into the room and serve it to Feng Ze.
When she saw Zhao Ling saying goodbye to her, she insisted on sending her all the way out of the General's Mansion, and while they were walking, she said to her: "Miss Zhao is really skilled in medicine, it's really wonderful that Feng Ze can get to know a strange woman like you."
Although Jiang's words were extremely obscure, Zhao Ling could hear the temptation in her words. She smiled lightly and said indifferently, "Mrs. Chu has become acquainted, just call me Ling. Does Mrs. Chu have anything to say to me?"
Seeing that Zhao Ling was sincere and calm, Jiang Shi was also very happy with her.
It was a pity that this exquisite and rare woman had already had a marriage contract with King Xuan long ago. Her own stupid son was still not blessed enough.
She sighed, took Zhao Ling's hand, and said, "Ling, you are also a sensible person, so I'll tell you straight. This kid Feng Ze, I'm afraid he has thoughts of you. These two days, he was in a coma and kept calling your name, I couldn't bear it for a while, but you were good at medicine again, so I invited you over. This is a bit of my selfishness as a mother, and I hope you don't mind."
"It's just an effort for your son, Madam Chu doesn't need to take it to heart." Seeing that she already knew about this, Zhao Ling no longer kept silent, "I have always regarded Fengze as a good friend, and I don't want to lose him as a friend, but his affection for me is , I really..."
"I know." Mrs. Chu clapped her hand and said understandingly: "You have a long-term engagement with Lord Xuan, this child Feng Ze really shouldn't have such thoughts towards you. It's just that this child has been stubborn since he was a child, I'm afraid he wouldn't let go so easily. Sigh, he made Longyan furious this time, and I'm afraid this capital won't be able to stay any longer..."
On the way back to the Duke's Mansion, Zhao Ling's mind was full of Mrs. Chu's sadness and dejected figure when she parted. Feng Ze was the first friend she met here, and he was also the key person who made her remember her true origin, which had a special meaning to her.
But this time, he categorically refused to marry, so that he angered Longyan, and it might affect his future, but it was because of her. This made Zhao Ling feel very uncomfortable.
Stepping into the door of her courtyard, she saw a familiar figure unexpectedly.
In the wheelchair sitting on the side, a man with a straight back is holding a book in his hand and concentrates on reading. His black hair was tied in a crown, his expression was indifferent, and he was dressed in a simple moon-white robe, which made him cold as jade and had a dusty temperament.
Zhao Ling stood at the gate of the courtyard and watched silently, sighing inwardly, Meng Yuan was really becoming more and more pleasing to the eye, just such a side face was enough to attract people's attention and turn all beings upside down.
As if sensing someone coming, Meng Yuan turned his head and saw Zhao Ling with a faint smile on her face, put down the scroll in his hand, slowly move the wheelchair forward, and stopped in front of Zhao Ling.
"Mo'er, you're back." His voice was always low and magnetic.
Meng Yuan's comfortable and natural tone made Zhao Ling suddenly have the illusion that such a scene was like a wife waiting for her husband to come home.
However, this was obviously the courtyard of the Duke's Mansion, how could this guy who was supposed to be in the Xuanwang Mansion appear here?
Zhao Ling was about to ask him why he came here, but saw Meng Yuan's mouth flattened and said a little aggrieved.. "Ling'er, you came back late, I'm hungry."
