"Lord Wang, why did you come to me?" She sat down at the table and looked at him sitting across from her.

After falling silent, Si Yunyin didn't know how to speak. Could he tell her that he came to her courtyard on impulse? was ready to have no more entanglements, but after hearing that she left the mansion in vain, his chest was filled with anger and disappointment. When he was enduring the pain, she took the little maid out of the house to play, and as soon as she came out, she was involved with King Wen. When he heard that the shadow guard had come back to report everything, he seemed to feel the chill in his body even more eroding his bones. Was he wrong? It's clear that they have nothing to do with each other, but why do they seem to have a faint expectation in their hearts?

So, what was he looking forward to?

His slender fingers tapped the table in turn and lifted it up, forming tiny waves, and he slowly asked, "Why don't you come to deliver soup?" He was talking to her, but his eyes were wandering outside the door.

"Soup?" Mo Lan was puzzled for a moment, and then said clearly: "Lord Wang, today is the eighth day. She deliberately emphasized the time, to show that the seventh day of morning soup had passed, and she was not obligated to make soup for him anymore.

"Oh." He replied in a low voice, and the familiar loss came back in an instant. "Soup, very well done." He said casually, and the frequency of his fingers unconsciously accelerated.

Kindness? Does this still need him to say? Even Xi Feng's mouth is so tricky that is under her craftsmanship. Mo Lan looked at this absent-minded teenager inexplicably, and he came here to praise her for doing a good job?

"The king has drunk it." Seeing her puzzled eyes, Si Yunyin furrowed her eyebrows slightly, explaining the first meaning of Fang Cai's words.

Of course, she knew that he had drunk it, otherwise how could she make such a pertinent assessment? Mo Lan was already very unclear at the moment, and felt that this person was completely speechless.

And for her silence, Si Yunyin was obviously a little annoyed, and he turned his head to stare at her in annoyance: "You don't have anything to say?" ”

"Huh? Oh yes, there is. Mo Lan seemed to understand something in an instant, and then rolled her eyes at those eyes that were as deep as a pool, and said in a reluctantly dragging her throat: "Thank you for your praise." ”

Xie Wang Ye praised? Si Yunyin's eyebrows tightened unconsciously. Shouldn't ordinary women happily reply after hearing their husbands praise their craftsmanship, "Do you think it's good, I'll do it for you every day in the future"? Why did he get a reluctant sentence of "thank the prince for his false praise"?

"Not that." He spoke in a calm voice.

"Not that? Which sentence is that? Mo Lan looked at him strangely, why did his "deigntent" thanks, it seems that he didn't achieve the effect of satisfying this cold-faced prince?

Si Yunyin looked at her with anger, not knowing if she was deliberately pretending to be stupid or if she really didn't understand the meaning of his words. It's just that whatever the possibility, it makes him depressed. Do you want him to say it himself? With an inexplicable irritability in his chest, he picked up his white fingers, glanced at her with a slight resentment, and then got up and walked out. When he went out of the door, he suddenly stood up, he tilted his head slightly and dropped a sentence stiffly: "Soup, continue tomorrow." This is the second meaning, which makes him feel very embarrassed.

Mo Lan looked at him blankly and walked away, as if her mind was blank from the moment she got up and walked away. The back that slowly faded out of sight made her feel a sad loneliness, and she had the urge to cry. She remembered the first time she saw him leave, just like now, overflowing with poignant sadness.

It wasn't until what her eyes could catch, only the empty courtyard, but the pale color disappeared, that she suddenly thought - what did he mean when he left?