The King stared at the woman in front of him in surprise, "Are you......?" Sister Wei'er? ”

Ye Zhiwei did not speak, but saluted the British king Yingying, her movements were as elegant as flowing water, and she couldn't imagine that she was the timid little girl who loved to cry before.

Because through the gauze hat, the king could not see the other party's face clearly, but when the breeze blew, he brought up the corner of the tulle, revealing a white chin, and the slender fingers like tender green onions appeared from the cuffs, gently pulling the tulle that was about to be lifted by the wind.

The King of England couldn't help but lose his mind for a moment.

Yaoqin was still sitting on the ground at this time, and when she saw this scene, she couldn't help but scream in pain, and the maid next to her hurriedly came over and shouted, "Miss, your feet are so swollen, how can you go back like this!" ”

The king came back to his senses and instructed the maid, "Why don't you hurry up and help your young lady up." ”

Yaoqin's maid hurriedly helped Yaoqin up, Yaoqin's body was deliberately unstable and swaying, as if she could fall down at any time.

Ye Zhiwei was amused in her heart, but she pretended to be concerned and stepped forward to help.

Just when her hand was on Yaoqin's arm, suddenly Yaoqin screamed in pain, and her arm waved away, pushing Ye Zhiwei out.

Ye Zhiwei had already been on guard in her heart, she knew that Yaoqin was just trying to make her make a fool of herself and fall in front of the king.

Anyway, in this life, she doesn't plan to please the King of England, let alone be a princess of England, so she is more happy to push the boat down the river and fall backwards.

Xiaolian didn't expect Yaoqin to suddenly push someone, and wanted to reach out to help, but she pounced.

The king didn't expect Yaoqin to make this move, and just wanted to make a move to pull Ye Zhiwei, Yaoqin moved faster, she staggered, lost her balance, and threw herself straight into the arms of the king.

This moment seemed to be extraordinarily long, and after Ye Zhiwei saw Yaoqin rush into the arms of the British king, a trace of disdain flashed across her lips.

Soon, though, she couldn't laugh anymore, because she found that she had fallen into someone's arms.

She heard Xiaolian shouting her name, but everything was in slow motion, a little unreal.

She smelled a faint smell of dipterocarp.

The tulle on the gauze hat lifted up as she fell, revealing her face, and at the same time she saw the face of the man who had caught her.

It was a jade-carved face, with sharp edges and corners, narrow phoenix eyes slightly raised, hidden stars under the eyes, thin lips pursed into a thin strip, as cold as a sword blade, he was also looking down at her deeply, as if he wanted to see her heart from her eyes.

This face was so familiar that she hurriedly closed her eyes and didn't dare to look at it again.

The wind is cold.

Nine years ago, the young man with a trace of childishness has become a gentleman, with a long posture, sharp and noble, compared with his previous life, his body has less suffocating coldness, but more of a slightly lazy languid malaise, dazzling almost makes her heart skip a half-beat.

In fact, she noticed the king as early as when he came, but she couldn't show any emotional fluctuations, and with her current status, she definitely couldn't let others catch her.

For a moment, the atmosphere seemed very strange.

Yaoqin originally wanted to watch Ye Zhiwei make a fool of herself in front of the British king, but she didn't expect to be caught.

Moreover, that man is even more optimistic than the King of England.

Because Yaoqin's eyes had been on the King of England before, she didn't notice the other man who came with the King.

"Third sister, are you okay?" Yaoqin pretended to be worried and said, "You helped me a little harder just now, my feet hurt so badly that I didn't hold back and ......."

"It's okay, as long as my sister is fine." Ye Zhiwei struggled to keep her voice calm, trying to break free from Feng Duhan's hands.

But it didn't work out.

Wind Twilight's hands were still tied around her waist, like rocks, unmoving.

Ye Zhiwei couldn't help but be secretly anxious, she didn't want to pull and pull with him here in front of so many people, there were many people in the Zhenguo Mansion who wanted to wait to see her jokes, how could she let those people get their wish.

The king's gaze also fell on Feng Duhan's hand on Ye Zhiwei's waist, and the dark under his eyes was crossed, reminding: "Shizi, Sister Wei'er is fine. ”

Feng Duhan seemed to be unaware, his big hand was on Ye Zhiwei's slender waist branch, and he turned his head towards the King of England, "This son saw that the King of England was too busy, so he helped, presumably the King of England will not mind." ”

Only then did the king react, Yaoqin was still in his arms, and he refused to leave.

He hurriedly let go of his hand, and Yaoqin rubbed in his arms for a while, and finally reluctantly stood up with the help of the maid.

"My sister hurts her foot and is unable to walk, so it's up to me to find the eldest lady for an idea." Feng Duhan also let go of Ye Zhiwei at this time, and she took the initiative to speak.

Yaoqin wished that she would disappear from her eyes as soon as possible, so that she could stay here alone with the king of England, so she said: "My sister has only returned to Beijing not long ago, and she is not very familiar with the temple. ”

Hearing this, Ye Zhiwei almost laughed out loud.

Feng Duhan has rarely appeared in the capital since the army, so many people don't recognize him, let alone Yaoqin, an eldest lady who is raised in a wealthy mansion.

The King of England just wanted to open his mouth to explain the identity of Feng Duhan, but he didn't want Feng Duhan to suddenly say in a deep voice, "It's rare that the King of England has so much trust from this young lady, so the son of the world will go through this for you." ”

Yaoqin almost bit her tongue when she heard him call himself "Shizi", she thought that person was just a noble son of a family, and she didn't want his status to be low.

The wind twilight cold clouds have long sleeves and go straight to the front.

The King of England's face was slightly embarrassed, and said to Ye Zhiwei: "There is Lao Wei'er's sister, there is this king's care here, and you will not let your sister have anything to do." ”

Ye Zhiwei had already put down the tulle on the gauze hat at this time, and re-covered the playful expression on her face, "Your Royal Highness doesn't need to worry too much, my sister has your care from the King, it is very suitable." After saying that, she gave another salute, followed behind the wind and twilight, and took Xiaolian along the path in the garden to the way back.

The King of England stood there, looking at Ye Zhiwei's posture, closely following the figure in the twilight and cold, for some reason, there was an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

Since she was a child, Ye Zhiwei has been the most sticky to him, except for him, no matter what kind of person she meets, she wants to cry, but she only trusts him, likes to pester him, wants him to hug, and likes every little thing he sends......

But now looking at her back, he actually felt lost.

Even if there is no him by her side, she will not cry anymore, nor will she feel panicked and helpless, nine years after leaving Beijing, she has grown into a slim girl.

But the distance between him and her seemed to be getting farther and farther away.