Back in the small courtyard, at the fork between the guest room and the inner courtyard, Liu Yusheng said goodbye in a low voice.

The man stood there and watched her walk away.

Qian Wanjin and the others have not returned, and the room is quiet.

Liu Yusheng sat on the edge of the bed and couldn't help but think of that person.

The wind is green cypress, people are like its name, the breeze is bright and the moon is clear, such as cypress and pine.

He is very restrained in his dealings with people, restrained from a polite distance that is not too distant.

When he speaks, his eyes are moist and soft, which makes people feel disgusted.

Regent, King of Nanling.

Standing so high, he should be a person who has gone through thousands of sails, and he can't find a trace of coldness in him.

seems to be born, that is a person with beautiful scenery.

Moreover, such a high-ranking person, she couldn't even feel a sense of distance in him.

The way he looked at her made her feel like she was his equal.

In the inner courtyard, Feng Qingbai sat on a circle chair, looking at his right hand with some distraction.

Just now, her eyelashes brushed lightly in the palm of his hand, and the delicate touch of her skin still lingered on them.

After nine years, I really touched her again, and it was like this.

Promising to take her to the inn, he had already anticipated what she would see, and he did it on purpose.

He wanted her to see clearly that this was the kind of environment he lived in.

Every moment, someone is calculating him, and all the time, there are people who want him to die.

Every moment of his life is a fight.

She should be scared and avoid him when she sees him again.

But at the last moment, he couldn't help but cover her eyes, unwilling to see the dirty and bloody in those clean and clear eyes.

It's not so much that he's scaring her, it's that he's pushing himself away.

"Uncle Huang, can you still find that person?" The boy sat in a corner and asked softly.

Since he came back from going out, Uncle Huang has been sitting there in a daze, his expression and eyes are very different from usual.

This unfamiliar change made him feel uneasy.

"This king will do his best." The man said, "If you can't find it, find another way, if all else doesn't work, then you should be mentally prepared for life and death." ”

The words were very ruthless, and they really spit out of the man's mouth, but the young man felt an inexplicable sense of steadiness.

At least, he didn't coax him with nice words like everyone else.

"Uncle Huang, if I really die, can you not bury me alone in a tomb, let me be buried with my father and mother." The young man's voice was calm, and there was a faint expectation in his eyes when he looked at the man.

Even if he had never seen them, he wanted to be buried with them.

If they were alive, he thought, they would love him.

Father's love and mother's love, after death, he can always experience it.

Feng Qingbai stared at the young man quietly for a long time and said, "Okay." ”

"Thank you, Uncle Huang!" A happy smile spread across the boy's face.

If he had made such an excessive request in the past, the imperial uncle would not have paid attention to him.

He was glad that he could say yes so simply today.

Uncle Huang is a person who will do what he promises, so he is not afraid that he will lie to him.

It's just that when the time comes, in order to fulfill the promise, Uncle Huang is afraid that he will have a good game with those humerus ministers in the court.

After the emperor's death, he was buried with his father and mother, and there was no precedent in the first dynasty.

In the early afternoon, Fauber came to report that the girl who lived in the guest house had had had lunch and rested.

The young man saw that Uncle Huang's face was subtle and soft.

After that, Wei Zi came to report on the progress of the disappearance of the people from Baicao Valley.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, the boy quietly slipped out of the room.

He saw that scene in the morning.

At that time, he was standing by the window of the flower hall, just in front of the scene.

He saw that the imperial uncle actually took the initiative to talk to the woman.

With an expression he'd never seen before.

Vaguely, he always felt that this woman was a little similar to the girl who glanced at the street yesterday, and Uncle Huang's reaction was particularly violent at that time.

He didn't expect that the woman would live in the guest house, and the imperial uncle would still take care of other people's living and eating, and he would definitely not believe it if he said that there was no weirdness.

He wanted to see who that woman was.

"Master, the emperor has quietly slipped away to the guest house." The boy didn't know that he had just walked on his front foot, and he had been beaten on his back foot.

The man who was listening to the report paused slightly, and after a moment, "Don't stop." ”

The young man didn't know that if someone hadn't let him go, he wouldn't have been able to get out of the confines of the house.

tiptoeing all the way into the guest house, there was a sense of excitement of being a thief, the young man wiped his face, corrected his mentality, and at the same time straightened his hunched waist.

Walking along the eaves of the porch, he looked through the open windows of each guest room, and soon found the person he was looking for.

The girl fell asleep, sleeping quietly and looking well-behaved.

The fair face is covered with a faint flush, and the skin can be broken by blowing.

Straight nose, small mouth.

Combined, at most, there is a beautiful woman, barely beautiful.

The young man pursed the corners of his mouth in some disappointment, "It's not that pretty." ”

It's far worse than the charming beauties in the palace.

Why can you make Uncle Huang treat him differently?

With his elbows propped up on the windowsill and his chin propped up, the boy continued to look at the face in an unrelenting attempt to find something unique. There must be something attractive that he didn't find, otherwise with this face alone, he bet that Uncle Huang wouldn't look at her more.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? It wasn't until those lightly closed eyes opened and looked at him generously that the young man suddenly realized.

The highlight is the eyes.

It's as clean and clear as the rain-washed sky, without a trace of impurities.

But it is not the innocence of innocence, but the purity of not hiding dirt.

"Still watching?" Liu Yusheng got up, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the half-grown boy at the window funny, "Don't you know that it's rude to stare at the girl's house like this?" ”

In ancient times, this age could also be called a prodigal son.

"Then why aren't you angry?" I think he's rude, why don't you get angry? Isn't it supposed to be like those women, and the pear blossoms that scream and cry are bringing rain?

The boy didn't have a weak heart to be caught, but his eyes were filled with more curiosity.

Liu Yusheng smiled, and her smart eyes bent into a beautiful crescent, "Because your eyes are very sharp." ”

Deng Disciple and Chun's eyes, she can still distinguish it.

Hmm, the boy nodded, and his smile was also a bright spot.

Barely counted her through.

In fact, it doesn't matter what he thinks of her, the key is that Uncle Huang likes it, and he has nothing to do with him at all. The teenager just didn't admit it.

The emperor's uncle promised to let him be buried with his father and mother in the future, he should be able to believe him a little more.

Both of them have no father or mother, and they have been dependent on each other for eight years.

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