"Y-fuck, fuck you. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Okay, girl, don't cry anymore, you keep crying, Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will just fall here and die. ”

"Woo-" Ling Xue didn't listen, and cried even louder.

Wind Eleven screamed, "What the hell are you going to do?" Please, as long as you don't cry, Lao Tzu will listen to you and listen to you. ”

"Ling Xue - Ling Xue doesn't want Master Feng, listen to me. Ling Xue sobbed.

"And what do you want, do you say?" impled Wind Eleven.

"I don't need to say it, you know it yourself. ”

"Birds, I don't know. ”

"Woo-"

"Alright, don't cry anymore!"

"Master Feng, you've gone too far. Ling Xue cried.

"I'm excessive, when have I been excessive? Fuck-girl, I beg you, stop crying. ”

"You insult us. Ling Xue couldn't stop sobbing as she spoke.

"Insults?"

"Yes, uh-"

"Lao Tzu, please, don't cry anymore, okay?"

"Woo-"

"Stinky girl, do you really want to kill Lao Tzu?"

"Anyway, Master Feng, you're not afraid of death. ”

"You-"

"Woo-"

"You say, how did I insult you?"

"You know that. ”

"I just don't know. ”

"Woo-"

"Damn it, don't cry. You say, if it's really reasonable, can't I fucking listen to you?"

"Master Feng, are you really willing to listen to Ling Xue?" Ling Xue wiped her tears, her eyes were still full of teardrops, and she looked at Feng Shiyi with resentment, the tears that had not fallen in her eyes were like pearls in the rain and mist, crystal clear.

With such a look, such a gaze, and such a woman, no one can help but be moved when they see it.

Feng Shiyi only glanced at Ling Xue, and couldn't help but close his eyes, afraid that he wouldn't be able to control himself, so he didn't dare to look at it again. But he still refused to admit defeat and said: "Say it, if it makes sense, I will listen." ”

"Okay, then I'll say it, Master Feng, you have to listen carefully. Ling Xue wiped the tears from her eyes vigorously, calmed down, and said, "Master Feng only cares that His Royal Highness was handed over to Zhao Shifei by the hands of our third son. But I don't want to think about it, this is also His Highness's own choice, otherwise why did he take the initiative to ask to come here? Also, it was His Highness who signaled us to knock you out Master Feng. Without His Highness's consent, no matter how bold we are, we will not do this. ”

Ling Xue said, glanced at Feng Eleven, and saw that he was just listening quietly with his head down, and his heart was a little calmer, and then said: "You don't care what His Highness thinks, just stare at our third prince and scold." Feng Ye failed to be loyal to His Royal Highness, and he felt uncomfortable, which I can understand. But why do you scold us innocent people, and scold us so harshly and so unreasonably. It seems that in this matter, only you, Master Feng, know the principle of loyalty, and we, the Han Mansion, our three sons, are all disloyal and unrighteous people. Pity our Han Hou, who has been loyal to the country all his life, and finally even took his life into it, but he ended up with the infamy of Feng Ye. Poor Your Highness and the Third Prince, for the sake of Xuanhua people, one lost his life and the other lost his name, they are all the same suffering, and in the end they will only end up being cursed by you like Fengye...... Whining...... I want to cry for His Highness, for Han Hou, and for the third prince. ”

Ling Xue said this, and cried loudly again, until Feng Shiyi cried until his liver and intestines were broken.

"Okay, okay, Lao Tzu knows, it's not your fault. That's His Highness's own choice, his own choice. I...... I scolded you wrongly, was it my fault, okay?Please stop crying, okay?" Feng Eleven was completely subdued, and hung his head and begged Ling Xue for mercy.

Hearing this, Ling Xue slowly stopped crying, stood up, stared at Feng Shiyi and said, "Does Master Feng really think it's wrong for him?"

Feng Shiyi was stunned, and wanted to say no, but he was afraid that Ling Xue would cry again, so he paused for a long time before he had to bow his head and sigh: "Yes, it's my fault." ”

"Okay, you said this by yourself, Master Feng, not me, you are wrong. Ling Xue wiped away her tears and said, "Since it is Feng Ye's fault, you have to be obedient when you come down, give me food obediently, wait quietly for the third prince to come back, and don't lose your temper anymore." Do you hear that?"

Ling Xue's last words sounded like she was coaxing a child, and Feng Shiyi couldn't help but feel sullen. But when it came to this, what else could he say, he could only nod sullenly, which was considered a tacit acquiescence.

Seeing that the problem of Feng Eleven was finally successfully solved, Qu Qing outside the house jumped up and clapped his hands happily.

But contrary to Qu Qing's reaction, Qin Siyang lowered his head at that moment and squatted without saying a word.

Liu Shuangli saw that he also squatted down with the boy, and pulled him with concern in his eyes.

Qu Qing didn't care about the slightly lonely expressions of the two children, she just clapped her hands happily, and then ran into the wing room to celebrate. A moment later, under Ling Xue's advice, he ran out of the door and ran straight to the kitchen.

Watching the excited Qu Qing run in and out, Qin Siyang's expression was always dull.

The back of Qin Siwu's departure last night has been haunting his mind, and he can't shake it off.

It was his flesh and blood brother who was going to die, Qin Siyang thought bitterly. was once rumored to be the best, most promising and most popular son of the royal family, but as soon as he appeared in front of his eyes, he left in a hurry.

Growing up in the battle of the palace, he has been exposed to many deaths, but there has never been one time that makes him so uncomfortable.

Speaking of growing up in a royal family, there should be no more flesh and blood affection, which is also the truth that Qin Siyang has been taught since he was a child.

But last night, in the face of the cousin I met for the first time, I watched him calmly pounce to death. Qin Siyang didn't know why, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness that he had never felt before. The feeling came from his heart, little by little, into his bones.

This feeling, even two years ago, on the day he left Shanxi, he was facing a grief-stricken mother and concubine. Knowing in his heart that with the body of his mother, as soon as he left like this, he would never see each other again in this life, and he never did.

Because he was taught from a young age that death is something that everyone will face one day, and no one can escape it.

So since he was a child, he has been indifferent to all feelings in the outside world.

But now, facing his distant cousin, he experienced for the first time what it means to feel heartache.

The moon had risen, the last blush in the western sky had slowly subsided, and the two children were still silently squatting outside, neither leaving nor making a sound.

For a long time, it was Liu Shuangli who broke the silence. She pulled the boy's hand and asked softly, "Siyang, don't you really go in to see your master?"

Being pulled by Liu Shuangli like this, Qin Siyang suddenly recovered from his injuries, and was stunned for a moment before shaking his head and replying, "I'm not going." ”

"Why don't you go?" Liu Shuangli couldn't help but ask.

"There's no why, I just don't want to go. Qin Siyang shook his head heavily, not wanting to say more at all.

Seeing this, Liu Shuangli didn't want to ask much, so he could only close his mouth and accompany the boy, squatting outside the door of the wing room together.