The Immortal Doctress: Emperor’s Consort

"Is there any injury today?" The man's voice was tenderly concerned.

Mu Zhiqing shook her head slightly, "No."

"Although there was a lot of noise today, there was no major incident and it was not dangerous."

Ling Yunting raised his eyebrows, staring at Mu Zhiqing with a trace of earnestness, his thin lips lightly opened, "Zhiqing, what do you think we are?"

The sudden question made Mu Zhiqing stunned, what's the relationship?

However, the man's eyes were too serious, like a Wang Qingquan, clear and gentle, which made people unable to avoid.

"You are my... fiance?"

The corners of the man's lips rose slightly, and the low and dull voice came again.

"Then in this imperial city, who is your closest person?"

His voice is full of magnetism, and in this night, it exudes the power of bewitching, and the seductive look is full of temptation, as if to completely capture her.

Mu Zhiqing knew very well that in this entire Emperor Yue Imperial City, she was the closest to Ling Yunting and the Fourth Senior Brother.

However, at this time, if she dared to mention the fourth brother's name, she was almost certain that the fourth brother would not see the sun tomorrow.

Therefore, there is only one answer left.

Facing the man's gentle eyes, her lips moved slightly, but she couldn't speak.

If facing others, she would definitely not feel that way, but as soon as she ran into Ling Yunting, every sentence seemed to have other meanings.

Even a title seems to be stained with a little warm...

Seeing the woman fell into silence, but the roots of her ears gradually turned red, the helplessness in Ling Yunting's eyes gradually melted away, turning into scorching peach blossoms, vying to bloom.

The corners of his lips slowly conjured up a dazzling smile. Compared with her indifference at the beginning, she refused directly. Now she at least starts to care about him...

that's nice.

"Master Ling, this is for you."

Mu Zhiqing took out a belt and handed it to Ling Yunting.

The gold-threaded belt is embroidered with intricate and exquisite totems, scattered with a few peach petals, but it is generous.

Ling Yunting was wearing the clothes that Mu Zhiqing gave today, and this belt matched the clothes perfectly.

Since withdrawing money from the black card yesterday, she has always felt a little guilty, and she found that Ling Yunting often wears the clothes she gave, so she wanted to make a belt to match it.

It just so happened that, taking advantage of this opportunity today, she sent it out.

Ling Yunting looked at the delicate belt in his hand, and there was a lustrous surging under his eyes, shining like stars.

"Madam's hands are so clever."

He took Mu Zhiqing's hand abruptly, gently rubbed her fingertips, a touch of pity spread over her handsome and perfect face.

"I like it very much, but I will feel bad."

The numbness of the man's fingertips touched her, which spread all the way to the apex of her heart, and the undisguised feelings and love in the words made her heart tremble.

The gentle look in the eyes and the sound of pitying into the bones make people intoxicated.

Mu Zhiqing hurriedly withdrew her hand, and said inwardly: Sure enough, you can't stay with the big demon for long!

After finally pulling out one thing to change the subject, it turned around in a blink of an eye, and it was even more sultry!

"If you encounter danger in the future, remember to tell me." Ling Yunting was not surprised, with a warm and touching smile.

The appearance of the woman is like sunshine, sweeping away his originally depressed mood.

Mu Zhiqing thought for a while, but still said her own thoughts.

"Actually, I think you can use a sledgehammer to kill a chicken. You don't need to play the role yourself."