extreme starvation

Chapter 72: The Secret of Not Surprised by the Wind

"Master, there is no way for you to go on like this! Your spleen and stomach have been eroded by the original medicinal properties, and you can't bear the digestion of so much food. After so many years of cultivation, it is slightly better. In addition, your appetite is still... now In order not to worry your wife, you eat three meals a day in a fixed amount. If this continues, your spleen and stomach will fail faster. Seeing how you have tossed yourself in the past few days, you should be honest with others. Otherwise, your body is really..." Looking at the master who was still vomiting, he couldn't vomit anything, but he was still retching, even vomiting blood, he knew how uncomfortable the master was, but Unable to share the master's worries, he could only watch helplessly, and felt even more resentful in his heart. At the beginning, the master had an excellent chance of recovery, but it was all because of that month's soft words, which made the master's injustice impossible to recover, and it became more and more serious. Deadline severe

If it wasn't for the old master's confession at the beginning, how could Yue Qingyu have to bypass Yue Qingyu's life, Yue Qingyu would have died countless times.

It is not the master who suffers, since the master suffers from his father's obedience, then the matter of taking action against Yue Qingyu will be settled by them, the current masters.

"Cook, how many years have you been in Fenggu?" Feng Bujing raised his pale face, and slowly took a pill for himself, and his face improved a little.

"It's been almost 30 years, and the old master kindly took him in. Otherwise, I would have been a pile of bones when I was so young." The cook said with emotion.

"It's been so many years, I basically grew up eating the food you cook, and it's been 28 years, 28 years, but I haven't been able to eat the taste of the first chef's dishes for 20 years, don't you think, chef My master has buried my talents for such a long time, and I am very humble." Feng Bujing, who has recovered a lot of energy, even if he recalled it, it was an arrogant gesture, and he did not have any feelings of indebtedness, so he just said it.

"I can let the master eat the chef's eight years of hard work, and the cook has no regrets in his life." The cook is also a straightforward person, and he doesn't think there is any point in cooking for a person who has no sense of taste every day for so many years. How aggrieved, how much he hopes that his master can taste the taste of sour, sweet, bitter and hot again, even if he spends his life studying new dishes, he is willing.

"I don't have a sense of taste. For 20 years, food has been like chewing wax to me, but you still haven't given up. You haven't given up. How can I give up so easily when I am the master? You know the cook! The first time I met Qingyi, I just I tasted the taste of food again. The taste that was engraved in my memory was brought to me by Qing Yi. Although it was later confirmed that it was just a surprising illusion, now I am immersed in the sweet taste every day. Don’t you cook? I will understand how important Qingyi is to me. It is so important that even if I lose my sense of taste and live like chewing wax for the rest of my life, I am willing, because my heart is sweet. I don’t want Qingyi to worry about me, and I don’t want him to worry about those things for me every day. Things, I will spend the rest of my life to love Qingyi wholeheartedly, he is my precious lady, my lover, how can I be willing to let him bother every day for a person like me who is basically doomed to lose his sense of taste forever." Feng Bu Jing stood on the back mountain, overlooking the whole view of Fenggu. This is a beautiful and elegant place, and it is also his and Qingyi's home. He will always guard Qingyi and their home.

"Master, you are underestimating Madam. In the eyes of the cook, Madam is a very strong and kind person. Even if you confess to Madam, Madam will indeed be worried, but she will work harder than us. For you Madam is willing to do anything, why can't you share it with Madam, if Madam knows that you have kept such an important matter from him, she will definitely be sad, because master, you don't want to share your burden with your wife." The cook Speaking sternly, he hoped that the master would stop torturing his body, otherwise something would really happen.

During this period of time, the master's overeating has already caused a load on the spleen and stomach, which makes the master now vomit out every time he eats food, and every time he vomits blood, and a strange purple color begins to appear in the blood.

"Cook, don't talk about it, I know what you said, and it is precisely because I understand that Qingyi has given me everything that makes you keep it from him. My Qingyi is only suitable for spending every day worry-free and happy." , he is happy, it’s okay for me to suffer a little.” Feng Bujing raised his hand to stop the cook from continuing.

"But master, if you go on like this, do you still want to grow old with your wife? Do you want to leave your wife early and let her live alone with your thoughts in pain, or do you want to force him to death? Give it to you Die for love." The cook didn't care about so much, he spoke thoroughly at once, and then jumped up and left the top of the back mountain to let his master think carefully.

Whether to keep it a secret, or to be honest and confess.

When the cook left the back mountain, Feng Bujing stood alone on the mountain, blowing the cold wind, with volatile emotions in his expression.

Qingyi...

"I don't know if Madam can let me meet Miaoli first." Regarding Mo Qingyi's ability to face himself as the emperor so calmly, Nangong Kuangxuan didn't even use calling himself "I", he directly used me.

In fact, as an emperor, there are times when he is helpless, and when he is confused, he sleeps. Although he has already gritted his teeth for Feng Bujing, but deep down in his heart, he is full of admiration and a certain kind of envy for Feng Bujing's chic and reckless life. .

Feng Bujing is a man who is absolutely insolent and unrestrained, yet people have to admire him. Even Nangong Kuangxuan, who is the emperor, can't stop admiring such a man while hating him.

Even the lady who is not surprised by the wind can face him so casually and appropriately, he, the emperor, can't put his airs too high, and going to Fenggu like this is a private action in itself.

"I want to see girl Yun! But if you are not surprised, can you wait first?" Mo Qingyi knew that it was his man who told the current emperor to come to Fenggu in person. Now that he is not surprised, he does not know where he went It's not good for the other party to meet Yun girl directly.

He doesn't know martial arts, so what if the other party sees Yun Yatou and takes her away, he can't beat the other party, how can he block their way, so Mo Qingyi decided that it is best for Bu Jing to come forward to deal with this matter.

Hearing what Mo Qingyi said, Nangong Kuangxuan and the others really had a twitching reaction at the corners of their mouths. Just now the old housekeeper said that their wives had to tell their wife if they couldn't see Miao Li.

Why is this the case now, why do they feel like they have been tricked.

And Uncle Qi, who had been guarding Mo Qingyi's side all the time, laughed wildly. Seeing the signs of the corners of Nangong Kuangxuan's eyes twitching and the expression of a little surprise, he certainly knew what the other party was thinking, and he didn't talk nonsense. To spread rumors, the master said, if these people want to see the young lady, the wife must agree.

It's just that they don't know that Madam always puts her master first, which is why this situation happened now.

"We can wait, but I don't know if it's convenient for Madam Fang to tell us whether the poison on Miaoli has been removed." The time for the poison to appear has already passed, and Nangong Kuangxuan guessed that Miaoli would appear in front of him alive. The poison should have been removed, but I still don't feel relieved and want to verify it.

"Girl Yun is poisoned? Uncle Qi, why didn't I know that girl Yun was poisoned? Isn't he always well?" Now Mo Qingyi was surprised. How could these people say that girl Yun was poisoned? She is obviously a very good one People, even the marks on the face should not be caused by poisoning, it is obviously a knife wound.

So a little puzzled, he tilted his head and asked Uncle Qi, who was in charge.

"This old slave doesn't know either. It must be a misrepresentation. How could a girl be poisoned by a master?" Looking at the stunned expressions of Nangong Kuangxuan and others, Uncle Qi really almost burst out laughing. Madam is too cute, so he only said three words The second language settled the opponent.

In fact, Madam is not wrong!The lady has always been fine. As for the poisoning, no, absolutely not. In order to support his wife, Uncle Qi is very firm.

"Since it was a misunderstanding, Mr. Nangong, did you find the wrong person in the first place? Maybe our girl Yun just looks a bit like Princess Miaoli, but she is not really Princess Miaoli, because our girl Yun is in good health." People who can do rough work in the kitchen are of course in good health.

With Mo Qingyi's understanding in this way, the intention of Nangong Kuangxuan and the others was wiped out.

"Hahaha... Well said, lady, they must have found the wrong person." Just as Nangong Kuangxuan was speechless for a while, Feng Bujing's laughter suddenly appeared.

Nangong Kuangxuan and the others could only feel a breeze passing by, and they were already standing beside Mo Qingyi without any surprise, with one arm on Mo Qingyi's shoulder, and they immediately showed their affection.

"Don't be surprised, where did you go all morning, and what's going on? Why is your complexion so bad?" Mo Qingyi was the person who cared most about Feng Bujing's health, so Feng Bujing only appeared. He realized something was wrong.

Then he touched the man Yuying's silky but somewhat pale face with distress, they woke up together in the morning, they were still bloody, why didn't they see each other all morning, where did the beautiful blood on his face go?

And how could he feel that he was getting weaker and weaker, Mo Qingyi's heart twitched suddenly, and a sense of uneasiness just appeared in his heart.