The Immortal Doctress: Emperor’s Consort

This is how the same thing?

He was clearly there that night, knowing that nothing happened, this Shougongsha could not disappear?

Mu Zhiqing fell into torment after she said this, and Ling Yunting's silence made her heart sink gradually.

In this era, after all, no man can accept this...

"so what?"

At this moment, the man's voice rang, with a hint of inquiry.

Mu Zhiqing was startled slightly, raised her head subconsciously, and met the man's sincere black pupil.

Those eyes were full of gentleness as always, without the disgust, disgust, and nausea she thought, none of these emotions, just as gentle and rainy as usual, warm and kind.

"Do you think I care about this?"

Ling Yunting smiled slightly, and slowly embraced Mu Zhiqing in his arms.

His movements were extraordinarily gentle, as if he was holding a rare treasure. Mu Zhiqing was so flattered that Mu Zhiqing almost shed tears because of his care and care.

The man's magnetic hoarse voice came slowly in her ear, with a little emotion, more of petting.

"For me, your willingness to marry me is the happiest thing.

I don't care about Shougongsha. "

Mu Zhiqing's back was stiff, and listening to the message conveyed by the magnetic and melodious voice seemed to have dispelled all her hesitation, entanglement, and pain for so long.

She looked at Ling Yunting in disbelief. In such an ancient environment, it was really surprising that a man could not care about this, let alone the emperor?

"You really don't care?"

She raised her head slightly, her eyes serious, with a trace of exploration.

Ling Yunting nodded, staring at her with a frank expression.

"You are the most important thing, nothing else is important."

After Mu Zhiqing realized that he did not pretend, and that what he said was from his sincerity, the stone in his heart suddenly dropped.

Some are unbelievable, but more touching.

No one cares unless he loves you more.

Ling Yunting looked at the girl with tears in the corners of her eyes, stretched out her hand to slowly wipe away the tears from her eyes, patted her back, and said, "Silly girl, you are scaring me to death."

Mu Zhiqing: "???"

"I thought you were going to regret it."

"Fortunately not."

Mu Zhiqing, who had tears in the corners of her eyes, couldn't help but laugh when she heard this. She really didn't expect that in this situation, the superior would have such thoughts...

"You can tell me no matter what happens in the future."

Ling Yunting let go of Mu Zhiqing and put her hands on her shoulders, causing her to stare at herself.

"You are not alone, I am in everything."

"Understand?"

His eyes were filled with distress and concern. He didn't pursue the cause of this matter, and he didn't even ask anything. He was just pampering her for keeping this secret alone, and distressing her for so long.

There were more tears in the corner of Mu Zhiqing's eyes, but her heart was overflowing with emotion.

How could there be such a good man in the world?

She really wants to burn incense and worship Buddha every day. What kind of luck is this for herself!

"Why are you crying? Are you sad? Or is it uncomfortable?"

Ling Yunting hurriedly wiped tears for her, the distressed appearance seemed to be unable to bear for her.

Mu Zhiqing shook her head and sniffed her nose and said, "There is no discomfort, I'm just too touched to control it."

She swears that she has never cried like this, no matter how tired or bitter she is, she has never cried.