Aunt Wan nodded and acquiesced: "What the princess wants to know, the old slave will not hide half a point"

Staring at the half of the tenderness in Aunt Wan's eyes, Nangong Luojing suddenly didn't want to understand the relationship between Aunt Wan and Xiahou Yi, but she was afraid that if she touched the things that Aunt Wan didn't want to be understood, the half of the tenderness that overflowed for her in her eyes would disappear with it.

A little anxiety in her heart rippled in Nangong Luojing's heart, making her stiffly avoid the eyes that looked at Aunt Wan.

"Sister Jade, Sister Jade" Feng Yeyu whispered to Situ Yuli, who was sitting beside her in a daze, and without getting a response from Situ Yuli, she shook her arm gently.

"Well, princess" Situ Yuli, who was pulled back by Feng Yeyu and pondered, looked at Feng Yeyu with a blank expression, and only then did he realize his gaffe, and said busily: "Fang Cai Yuli has lost her mind, I hope the princess will forgive her sins"

Looking at her nervous look, Feng Yeyu had an indescribable distress, the person in front of her had been with her since she could remember, but now she was getting more and more unable to see clearly, she couldn't understand, what was she thinking in her heart

Taking a deep breath, Feng Yeyu put her hand on her hand and said in a low voice, "Sister Yu didn't rest well, so she couldn't concentrate so much?"

In the face of Feng Yeyu's concern, Situ Yuli only felt that the tip of his nose was sore, and his eyes gradually had a moist feeling, and he held Feng Yeyu's hand with his backhand and called: "Ye'er" This night, how long has she not called this name.

"Sister Yu has something on her mind" Feng Yeyu asked cautiously, there had been some cracks in the relationship between her and Situ Yuli before, and she didn't want to let the relationship between them regenerate unnecessary rifts.

Situ Yuli shook his head, retracted his hand, and gradually showed a faint smile on his face: "It's just that I remembered my father."

"Lord Situ" Feng Yeyu looked at her reluctant smile, her heart tightened, if Situ Yuli really had something to hide from her, she couldn't blame her, because, she and Brother Wang would never be able to pay her off, Lord Situ did not hesitate to sacrifice her life for the sake of Xiling's country, she was not only a sister's affection for Situ Yuli, but also a strong sense of regret.

"Ye'er, my father has been gone for all these years, I miss him in my heart day and night, and now I think about it, I am not a filial daughter"

"Sister Yu" listened to her talking about her father in a low voice, Feng Yeyu couldn't bear her to think about it anymore, and interrupted her words.

Pushing away Feng Yeyu's hand on the back of his hand, a crystal teardrop fell on that face: "Ye'er, you don't understand such a feeling"

"I" she was wrong, she understood, of course she understood, how could she not understand.

It's just that she is in the royal family, far less than a daughter in an official family, and she has many brothers, so she has no way to let her father look at her with straight eyes, until her father dies, and she doesn't know the heartache of losing her loved ones.

It wasn't until she grew up that she knew that although she didn't get the love she wanted from her father, that kind of flesh and blood had long been closely bound together, and now, many years later, she has very little memory of her father, and she also thinks of her father from time to time.

Feng Yeyu wordlessly recalled the bitterness that had been hidden in her heart for many years, these emotions, she had never told anyone to know, this was the secret of her heart.

"Night, I'm going to go out of the palace in a few days to sweep my father's tomb, I want to make something for the king before leaving" The sad face showed a smile of relief when mentioning Feng Yihan, for her, Feng Yihan's existence was the only remaining warmth in her heart, even if he was the one who killed her father.

"What is my sister going to do" Feng Yeyu looked at Situ Yuli with some astonishment, and the faint excitement on his face.

"Make the king's favorite alabaster with your own hands" A faint flush was reflected on the soft face, and Situ Yuli's thoughts were understood by Feng Yeyu.

"Well, Ye'er helps Sister Yu"

"Hmm"

Feng Yeyu only saw the smile on Situ Yuli's face, but he didn't notice the guilt that flashed under his eyes.

With a charming smile on her face, she struggled in her heart, and finally persuaded herself, but she felt a trace of hesitation because of Feng Yeyu's concern.

Right or wrong, she didn't know after all.

The next day, Situ Yuli got up early, and Feng Yeyu withdrew all the cooks in the imperial dining room, and the two women were busy in the imperial dining room.

It wasn't until the alabaster was made that he left the imperial dining room excitedly.

"Sister Yu, you go and give this plate of alabaster to Brother Wang, Ye'er won't follow" On the way to the imperial study, Feng Yeyu said with a smile.

Situ Yuli looked at the basket she was carrying, but she couldn't be happy in her heart, until she heard Feng Yeyu say this, she raised her head: "Won't you go with me at night?"

"No, there is still something to do at night" The smile on Feng Yeyu's face suddenly became full of words because of the words.

Situ Yuli instantly understood what she was talking about: "Ye'er is going to see the general, and there is a moonlit night to marry the general, I'm really happy for Ye'er."

Holding the basket with her hand, the smile on Situ Yuli's face seemed to be a little weak, but at this moment, Feng Yeyu didn't have the leisure to pay attention to what kind of expression on her face, and her heart had already drifted to the man who was waiting for her in the imperial garden.

"Hmm" The color of shame is fully revealed, Feng Yeyu's shyness is something Situ Yuli has never seen, and it is her shyness that makes her feel that the happiness she should have as a woman is like this.

How she longed for herself to be able to have such a life, carefree, and to have someone she could rely on to make her life without fear.

But does such a person really exist, Feng Yihan is the man she is deeply in love with, his heart makes her uneasy, so that she doesn't have a feeling of being held in the palm of her hand and put in her heart, she is uneasy, very uneasy, but there is no way to say this uneasiness to him, just because she is his person and even she doesn't know herself.

She could only watch him quietly, waiting for him to tell herself who she was to him, what she was.

"Sister Yu, let's get here, Ye'er has to go first" Feng Yeyu had a look of happiness that could not be concealed, and even her steps showed the joy in her heart.