Sent off Princess Fengxi, tired of the wind and then lay on the rocking chair and closed his eyes and fell asleep, he was too tired, too much had happened in just a few days. He was a little out of breath. I don't know how long he slept, he heard some movement, opened his eyes, first looked at the sky outside the window, it was a little dark, he didn't expect that he had slept for so long. Then he looked at Yao Ling on the bed with handsome eyes.

Rubbing his eyes, he saw a pair of beautiful eyes with curly eyelashes looking at him clearly and weakly, and suddenly he sat up from the chaise longue: "Yaoling, you" He was so happy that he didn't know what to say, Yaoling woke up and saw a vicissitudes of wind sleeping on the chaise longue next to him at the first glance, dark and thin, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, thinking if he was still sleeping in his sleep, how could the wind become like this, it was clear that she seemed to be many years old, she wanted to sit up, but as soon as she moved her body, there was a heart-piercing pain in her right shoulder, and she lowered her head and opened the placket to find that she was wrapped in layers of cotton cloth, and it seemed that she was really injured. That's when she remembered the day she had fallen from mid-air. Looking at Fengzhao's eyes again, his eyes were a little moist, and he knew that Fengzhao was worried about himself regularly.

She lay quietly, wanting to let Fengzhao sleep for a while, who would have thought that Fengzhao would still wake up, looking at Fengzhao's happy appearance, Yaoling smiled slightly, and said softly: "It's just a little skin trauma and it's not a big deal" Before she finished speaking, her mouth was blocked by Fengzhao's warm hand. Looking at Yaoling's eyes full of clear and thorough love and concern, Yaoling's heart was full of joy.

Helped her sit up, he looked at her quietly but didn't say a word, and his heart that had been tight for the past few days finally relaxed. "I'm hungry," she said softly, a little coquettish, "Lan Yan" Feng Zhao called, Lan Yan answered the voice and entered the door, "Cook some porridge for the gluttonous girl, boil it softer." There was obvious joy and relief in Fengzhao's voice. "Yes, young master" Lan Yan responded happily, she was also happy to see Yaoling wake up, the atmosphere in the mansion in the past two days was too oppressive and heavy, so that everyone was out of breath. He walked briskly. Soon she and Lancao came in with two bowls of porridge, and since Yaoling was injured, Fengzhao hadn't eaten a bite of food so far, so Lanyan boiled more.

After signaling the two to go down, Feng Zhao picked up a bowl of porridge and stirred it gently with a small spoon, scooped up a spoonful and put it on his mouth and blew it lightly, and then fed it to Yao Ling, Yao Ling laughed but didn't expect that a smile was actually a pain that involved the wound, she couldn't help but snort and showed a painful look on her face again, and her smile turned into a grin before it was shown, "Feng Zhao hurriedly stretched out his hand and gently touched Yao Ling's shoulder and said softly: "It hurts?" Yao Ling nodded, shook his head again and said, "It's not in the way" Looking at Yaoling's strong appearance, Feng Zhao's heart felt a slight pain. "Don't hurt yourself for me in the future, you won't be allowed at any time, you know?" Fengzhao's deep eyes looked at Yaoling sternly and said word by word. Yaoling was slightly stunned and wanted to say something, but looking at Fengzhao's serious and deep eyes, she still didn't say it after all. "Don't promise it superficially, I'm serious, promise me." Feng Zhao looked at Yaoling's eyes, which were close to her, and said again with her sparkling eyes. Yaoling nodded helplessly, indicating that she agreed to his request. Feng Zhao picked up the small spoon again and began to feed Yao Ling carefully, Yao Ling looked at Feng Zhao's expression while drinking, and said without laughing: "I feel like you are feeding the child." Looking at Yaoling's appearance that he couldn't smile due to his injury, Feng Zhao wrinkled his sword eyebrows that were slanted into his temples and said, "Aren't you a little girl?" I'm not small anymore. After saying that, she naughtily winked at the wind and lowered her beautiful big eyes. Feng Zhao retracted his slightly rippling heart and said expressionlessly: "It's not small, but it's not too late...... Yaoling's face turned red. She turned her face to the side, pretending to ignore Feng Zhao, Feng Zhao put the small spoon in her right hand into the bowl, and then stretched out three slender fingers and pinched Yaoling's slightly pointed chin to twist her little face, looked at her flickering big eyes and said, "Good, I haven't eaten water and rice for three days." Then he scooped a small spoonful of porridge and handed it to Yaoling's mouth, and Yaoling smiled again.

At this time, the sky was all dark, Lan Yan came in and lit the lamps and candles, retreated, and the room was particularly quiet and peaceful under the reflection of the lamps and candles. In the silence, I heard the sound of shallow footsteps outside the house, and entered the house without hurrying, Fengzhao didn't turn his head to know who it was, and only Yueming was the only one who could enter the Ningjun Palace. Yaoling struggled to turn her head to the door and saw where Yueming, who was dressed in white, was standing indifferently, her cool and gentle eyes met her beautiful and bright eyes, Yaoling's heart suddenly moved for some reason, and she saw a trace of inexplicable light that was inexplicable after the cool and gentle. Fengzhao continued to feed Yaoling one spoonful after another. Yueming went straight to the bedside and said lightly, "Wake up." Yaoling looked at him and nodded. Yueming naturally put his hand on Yaoling's wrist, was silent for a while, nodded and turned around and walked towards the desk, Feng Zhao turned his head and said, "I will also take the pulse." "You are you, I am me" A lukewarm sentence came over, Fengzhao's face was not good-looking, Yaoling was stunned for a moment, wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, just grinned. Feng Zhao turned his face and pretended to be angry and looked at her: "Don't laugh, eat" Then the spoon reached to her mouth, and she hurriedly ate it.

After feeding Yaoling, Fengzhao came to the table with another bowl of porridge and ate elegantly, Yueming in front of the table lifted the pen and didn't know what to draw, Fengzhao looked at Yueming while eating, and after a while, Yueming finished painting, he picked up the painting and looked at it carefully, and saw that he was painting a majestic and upright mountain peak with a faint mansion compound in the peak. Then Yueming picked up the pen and took a piece of paper as if he was careless and then drew it again, Fengzhao didn't ask Yueming, knowing that this guy usually loves to make mistakes, so he didn't ask, see what he said. After Yueming finished painting the second painting, he picked it up and looked at it for a while, and finally picked up a pen and wrote a few words, and then gave the painting to Fengzhao who was eating porridge. Then Shi Shiran went out and walked away, Fengzhao hesitantly picked up the painting and glanced at it, and suddenly the whole person flashed out, Yaoling, who was sitting on the bed, wanted to sit up and shout and ask, but before her mouth opened, it turned into a grinning again, and the pain made her gasp a few breaths of cold air.