Shen Ye tried to make a smile, he had never been afraid of the prince's group of waste, and his performance just now was all pretending, in order to make Song Fengzhi feel more sorry for himself.

Seeing Shen Ye's normal eyes, the beating heart in Song Fengzhi's chest returned to its original position at this moment.

It turned out that he was heavier in his heart than he thought, more than he knew.

Shen Ye slowly closed his eyes under Song Fengzhi's gaze, and at the end of his gaze, only the pale moonlight and the man's face were worried.

When Shen Ye woke up the next day, his body was covered with a quilt, and Song Fengzhi stood in front of the window, with his back to the bed, staring outside for a long time, and Shen Ye couldn't see his expression.

A soft sigh rang out in the room.....

"Bong."

Hearing Shen Ye's voice, Song Fengzhi walked quickly to the bed, squatted down, and gently held Shen Ye's hand.

His face was a little pale, his eyes were slightly red, and there were slightly protruding green tendons on his forehead.

Shen Ye realized that he hadn't slept all night guarding himself.

Last night, Song Fengzhi was really worried about himself.

Thinking of this, Shen Ye's nose suddenly became very sour, and tears swirled in his eyes.

If only he were as good as this in every world in the future.

Song Fengzhi's face was still tense, but there was more joy in his expression.

"Hungry, aren't you?"

Song Fengzhi looked straight at Shen Ye, with heartache and pity in his eyes.

Shen Ye looked at Song Fengzhi's eyes seriously, "Well, I'm hungry." ”

"I'll bring you something to eat."

"Don't go." Shen Ye took his hand, Song Feng was stunned, he looked at Shen Ye, and a layer of incomprehension surged in his eyes.

After a long time, he raised his hand and stroked Shen Ye's face, "Okay, I'm not leaving, then I have to let the next person serve food, right?" ”

"Hmm."

A few days later.

It was a normal night, no different from other times, except that on this day, it was very windy.

In the middle of the night, there were no pedestrians on the streets, and in the starless night, only the distant lights were faint.

In the dark and damp room, an old man knelt on the ground and looked at Song Fengzhi with a frightened face.

"Song, General Song."

Song Fengzhi didn't even roll his eyes, and looked at the old man with an indifferent expression.

"You.... You know it all? The old man stammered and asked Song Fengzhi.

"Why use sorcery?" Song Fengzhi still looked at the old man coldly, and there was no trace of warmth in his voice.

His flat tone was as unwavering as stagnant water, obviously not a question, but it made the old man so frightened that he almost forgot to breathe.

The old man's pupils gradually dilated, and he seemed to realize what kind of fate he was about to face.

"General Song, I was wronged."

"Why do you want to harm His Royal Highness?"

"General, I'm wronged, wronged......"

Song Fengzhi glanced at his secret guard Chu Jiu, Chu Jiu pulled out a dagger and slowly approached the old man, and at the same time two guards came over and held the old man's hands, he wanted to struggle, but his body couldn't move.

"Don't, spare your life......" The old man looked at the dagger in horror.

'Sila'

The chest was slashed open by a dagger, and blood gushed out like a flood that had burst through the floodgates, and the hot and jumping heart was exposed to the air.

"Rao..... Destiny ....."

The old man's life, along with all his last pleas, resentment, and despair, all stopped at this moment.

Song Fengzhi slowly walked to the side, his indifferent eyes seemed to be looking at something disgusting.

The pungent smell of blood spread through the musty room, making it almost impossible to open one's eyes. I want to talk with more like-minded people about "Fast Wear: How to Abandon the Therapy of the Sick and Delicate Male Protagonist", and pay attention to "Youyue Literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~