Ruoxin smiled when she heard this, "Miss Jing is now famous all over the world, and it is said that many celebrities have come thousands of miles to see Miss Jing's face. Now that I live near Wanchun County, if I don't know the Jing girl, wouldn't it be too lonely and unheard. ”

"Yes." Fenghua sat down again on the round bench, his eyes were half-closed, and asked, "You haven't seen Jingnu?" ”

"I haven't seen it yet." Ruoxin said jokingly, "If there is no rumor, don't want to see Miss Jing." If Xin is shy in her pocket, and the silver she gets is worth living a life of food and clothing, how can she conjure up a daughter to see a beauty? However, I don't know if the quiet girl is really as beautiful as the rumors say. ”

Qingling's gray eyes were dyed with a faint smile, and she groaned slightly, and Fenghua said softly: "Jingnu doesn't like to see outsiders, but if the white girl wants to see Jingnu, Fenghua can introduce you to it." ”

Ruoxin's eyes moved, "If the prince of Fenghua is willing to be introduced, it is really Ruoxin's honor." After a pause, Ruoxin continued, "If you can, Ruoxin still wants to meet Su Yue." ”

Seeing Jingnu is still secondary, she wants to see Suyue more. First, she wanted to do something for Bai Qingyin, she always felt that the things of the year were not as they seemed to be, although Bai Qingyin never mentioned the past, within the scope of her ability, she still wanted to find out the real facts. Second, she always felt a little weird about Su Yue's sudden return, appearing in front of Ru Xue, was it a coincidence or an early plan, if it was a plan, then what was the purpose?

Fenghua's face was calm and nodded, "Fenghua can arrange it for the white girl." ”

Looking at the expression on Fenghua's face, and the smile that warmed up when mentioning Miss Jing, Ruoxin couldn't help but ask, "The relationship between Fenghua and Miss Jing seems to be quite familiar?" ”

"Friends." Fenghua's eyes were slightly warm, and he answered quietly.

Friends?

Ruoxin tapped her forehead with her fingers, and said with a smile: "I really asked a stupid question, how can you not know each other when you and Jing Nu are in Qinghefang." ”

Having said that, it's just that the Fenghua boy in front of him, although he is as warm as jade, always has a faint smile on his face, but there seems to be a faint cold barrier around him, separating him from the outside world. It seems to be very gentle to others, but it always maintains a safe distance. can be recognized by him, and the word "friend" is said from his mouth, presumably the relationship with the quiet girl is not ordinary.

stared at Fenghua, but saw that the corners of his lips were lightly raised, and his handsome face was absolutely handsome, with a faint and clear rhyme.

Ruoxin's heart moved inexplicably. It was as if something faintly reminded her of the strange feelings she had felt last night, tugging at her heartstrings.

When I lost my mind, I heard a sentence from Fenghua gently, "The porridge is ready." ”

Ruoxin raised her head, and in a trance, a servant in Tsing Yi walked in with an agarwood tray, and a blue and white porcelain bowl with a bowl was placed on the tray.

Fenghua bowed slightly, and said: "No words, just put it on the table." ”

The little servant in Tsing Yi did not answer, just nodded, went to the table and put down the tray, and took out the large porcelain bowl and put it on the table.

Ruoxin looked at the servant attentively, and after a moment of view, she recognized him as the boy who had been with Fenghua in the temple last night. Looking at it up close, although the appearance is ordinary, it is also fair skin and delicate facial features. He sat by the fire last night, and his thin body was now, and now he stood long, with slender limbs, and looked a little older.

Fenghua got up from his robe, walked to the table, lifted the lid of the bowl, and the rich aroma of porridge suddenly filled the air in the bedroom.

Taking the wet cloth towel on the tray and placing it at the bottom of the bowl, Fenghua brought the porcelain bowl to the bedside, and said softly at the same time: "The white girl has been asleep for so long, Fenghua guesses that you should be a little hungry when you wake up, I asked Wuyan to make some porridge, and the white girl can use some casually to cushion her stomach." ”

Ruoxin wanted to say no, but the faint aroma of porridge from the bowl held by Fenghua between her noses couldn't help but boost her appetite, which had no appetite.

"Thank you, Son." With a bright smile, Ruoxin thanked her unceremoniously. Now that it's all cooked, she might as well be cheeky.

Ruoxin slowly lifted the quilt, intending to get out of bed to eat, but felt that her hands and feet were still a little weak.

Fenghua noticed it, blocking Ruoxin's movement to get up. He put the porcelain bowl on the low table, helped Ruoxin sit back on the bed, reached out to cover the quilt again, added a pillow behind her, and said softly: "The white girl is unwell, just use it on the bed." ”

"Then Ruoxin is rude." The owners are so generous, she doesn't have to be rigid.

The little servant who was named speechless was intimate, holding the bath basin to the bedside, and asked Ruoxin to rinse her mouth for a while, and Ruoxin looked at him gratefully.

Near Zhu Zhechi, the little servants around Fenghua also inherited a little charm from him, although he was a little taciturn, he was also very measured in dealing with people.

After rinsing the bowl, Ruoxin picked up the porcelain bowl on the low table. Not wanting to lose strength in her hands, Ruoxin's hands holding the bowl sank and almost fell to the ground. On the side, Fenghua stretched out his hand and held it slightly, then borrowed the bowl from Ruoxin's hand, handed the spoon to her, and said, "The bowl is a little heavy, let's hold it Fenghua." ”

Ruoxin smiled and nodded, although it was a little embarrassing, but people who were sick could understand it.

Comfort yourself in your heart.

The aroma is fragrant, Ruoxin looks down, the rice porridge in the bowl is thick, the porridge is bright, and the particles are as smooth and crystal as pearls, which makes people's appetite move.

Scooped a spoonful with a spoon and put it in her mouth, chewed it carefully, only to feel that the smell was fragrant, the taste was soft and tender, and it was not inferior to the Fuminglou dishes she had tasted once.

looked at Ruoxin's eyes half-drooping, with an expression of sighing and enjoyment. Fenghua also smiled between his eyebrows, and said slowly: "This is porridge boiled with japonica rice, with shredded ginger, chives and some other seasonings added when cooked, without greasy, and the entrance is refreshing." Silently boiled with a simmer, so the rice porridge is glutinous, you wake up and drink some easily digestible porridge. ”

Ruoxin nodded, swallowed a bite, and said to the little servant standing on the side, "The little boy has a bit of craftsmanship. ”

The little servant glanced up at Ruoxin, bowed quietly, and did not look happy when he heard the praise, and then half-lowered his eyelashes.

Fenghua said on the side: "The white girl is not strange, she is speechless and is born with illness and cannot speak. ”

I see.

Ruoxin looked speechless, with a little pity in her heart, but the expression on her face was not different, and she still said with a smile: "Thank you, little boy, the rice porridge tastes very good." ”

In the world, most people with disabilities are considered invalid and discriminated against. However, due to physical deficiencies, they tend to be more delicate and more susceptible to injury. For those who still have a little pride in their hearts, sympathetic glances can sometimes make them feel more embarrassed.

Speechless, he stood straight, still silent, but with a slight look of surprise and another indescribable look in his eyes.

The bowl in front of her was held steadily, slightly lowered, so that she would not feel strained by raising her hands too high.

Ruoxin glanced at Fenghua, his expression was quiet and peaceful, and his clear eyes were just quietly staring at the porcelain bowl in his hand, a gentle aura surrounded his body, which would not make the person who ate it feel restrained.

is really a considerate person, so considerate that others will almost affectionately think that he is interesting to himself.

A bowl of rice porridge was in his stomach, and he stepped forward without a word to clean up the bowl and spoon, put it back on the tray, bowed, and pushed the door and retreated.

Fenghua took wet wipes for Ruoxin to wipe her hands.

"Is Fenghua so kind to everyone?" In the quiet atmosphere, Ruoxin suddenly asked.

Fenghua raised his head and looked at Ruoxin, slightly surprised.

The corners of Ruoxin's lips rose, "Ruoxin is just thinking, I have never known Fenghua in my life, and Gongzi treats Ruoxin so carefully, because I am a little curious in my heart, does Gongzi treat people so well on weekdays?" ”

Fenghua's eyes swayed slightly, and he was silent for a moment before he said slowly: "Fenghua is not like this to everyone...... If you tell the truth, maybe it's a little special for Miss Bai. ”

Ruoxin raised her eyebrows slightly, and when she heard Fenghua admit it so simply, she was a little surprised.

Although he just said something that would make people think about it, if the ignorant girl had already blushed and heartbeat when she heard it, Fenghua still looked calm and natural, "Fenghua has nothing else to think about, and I hope the white girl doesn't mind." It's just because I heard you shout 'Master' before fainting yesterday, although I don't know what the similarities between Fenghua and the girl's master are, but it's always fate. And ......" Fenghua suddenly paused, and there was a moment of trance in his eyes, and then he continued, "And, for some reason, although Fenghua is the first time to see the white girl, she has a sense of déjà vu. ”

Sound familiar......

Ruoxin lowered her eyes, looked at her pale hand holding the spoon, and looked at her hand that was as beautiful as jade.

When she was in the mountains, Master always fed her to her heart's content. Although she didn't see Master go out hunting, the delicacies of the mountains and wild game on the table never stopped, and Master often took some unknown tonic medicine to nourish her body, making her full of pearls and jade. A pair of hands, although they will never be as beautiful as the master, it is not too much to call a jade hand, according to the junior brother, it is like a piece of white and tender tofu, which makes people always want to take a bite. But since returning to Baijia Village in the mountains, her hands have slowly decayed like branches and trees that have lost their fertilizer. Over the years, the meat has been consumed a lot, and the bone festival has gradually become distinct, and although it has not become dry firewood now, it seems to be before the dry firewood was formed. It is estimated that now that she has sent this piece of former "tofu" to the mouth of the little junior brother, he has no desire to take a bite.

Her gaze slowly moved from the pair of white and lustrous hands to the handsome and graceful face, and Ruoxin looked at it intently.

The dark gray eyes seemed to be connected to a thin silk lock, all the way to her left ribcage, gently twitching, making some inexplicable emotion in her heart stir.

Ruoxin looked at Fenghua's face intently and deeply, and couldn't find the slightest reasonable reason in her mind to explain her inexplicable emotional turmoil last night. It was as if it was just a momentary sensation that overlapped the man in front of him with the master.

Although her heart no longer throbbed as she had when she first saw him last night, there was a strange surge of emotion that puzzled her.

Want......

Want him......

She wanted the man in front of her......

"White girl, are you alright?" Seeing that Ruoxin was silent all the time, staring at him with a thoughtful and seemingly wandering world, Fenghua whispered softly.

Ruoxin's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she came back to her senses from deep thought. She wordlessly adjusted the strange mood in her heart, but at the same time she had a plan.

"Grace." Ruoxin, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, smiling soundly.

Looking at the smile on her face and the deep meaning in her eyes like a whirlpool, there was a slight doubt in her gentle eyes.

"What?"

Ruoxin's face was still smiling, but her mouth was amazing, "I want you to be my man." ”