Dongfang Jing frowned, and reached out to grab the medicine bowl.
With a hook of Murong Qianjue's long arm, he lifted the bowl of medicine high, and the other hand stepped forward, pinched her chin, and said in a cold voice, "Don't want to conceive the child of the Lord? Huh? "
Of course Dongfang Jing didn't want to, she looked cold and glared at him, "You're not the fourth brother, of course I can't conceive your child!"
Her eyes were cold, without any emotion.
"Okay! You drink!" Murong Qianjue's heart was stung by the cold eyes, he retracted his long arms, and brought the medicine bowl to Dongfang Jing's mouth, "Drink! Knock one out! I can give you another one." Make a pair! Ah Jing, do you really think you can escape?!"
Dongfang Jing's beautiful eyebrows were twisted into a ball.
Murong Qianjue had already pinched her chin with one hand, while holding the medicine bowl with the other hand, pouring medicine into her stomach desperately!
The concoction was just out of the oven and it was very hot!
As soon as Dongfang Jing's lips touched the edge of the bowl, they were burned red!
"No! Don't..." She struggled to push back, but Murong Qianjue was clearly out of breath, and didn't give her a chance to resist at all, forcing her down the bowl of boiling hot medicine!
"Murong Qianjue! You... you're crazy!"
Dongfang Jing's throat was scalded, and she was almost speechless in pain. She stretched out her hands to cover her throat, pushed away Murong Qianjue's hands, stepped back, squatted down in the firewood room, and gasped desperately!
Murong Qianjue sniffed the empty bowl in his hand, and sneered, "Musk? Saffron? Huh?"
Dongfang Jing frowned.
Yes! She was afraid of being pregnant with Murong Qianjue's child, so she took ruthless medicine. Regardless of whether she won the bid during those seven days and seven nights, she would not be able to conceive the other party's child after drinking this dose of medicine!
"Ah Jing, do you know that if you use such drugs indiscriminately, it is very likely that you will not be able to conceive a child in your lifetime—" Murong Qianjue's eyes were cold, and his eyes were as bright as obsidian, and there was a little bit of glint.
Of course Dongfang Jing knew.
She leaned against the wall on one side, kicking in a low voice.
She avoided Murong Qianjue's gaze and did not answer his question.
"Bang Dang", a crisp sound exploded in her ears.
The medicine bowl in Murong Qianjue's hand fell to the ground and was smashed into pieces. His original purple pupils glowed blood-red, he turned around without saying a word, and then disappeared outside the woodshed.
After a while, Ye Anning brought the maid, A Huai, to find the firewood room.
Seeing Dongfang Jing squatting on the ground, Ye Anning hurriedly stepped forward, helped her up, frowned and asked, "Ah Jing, you... what's wrong with you? Okay, what kind of medicine did you take? And... What's going on here?"
"No...it's okay." Dongfang Jing shook her head and forced a smile, "Mother, I'm fine. You don't have to worry."
Ye Anning heard her hoarse voice, and said with a serious face, "What's going on?! What's wrong with your voice?! Didn't Fusu come to the woodshed to look for you just now?! Why didn't you see him? Where did he go?"
"Mother, don't mention him..." Dongfang Jing shook her head and refused to answer.
Ye Anning's eyes moved slightly.
"Have you had a fight?"
"What did Fusu do to you? How did your throat hurt?"
Dongfang Jing felt irritated for no reason, and subconsciously retorted, "No! What is he, why should I quarrel with someone like him?!"