He looked at her, he hadn't seen her for most of the month, and he had become more unfamiliar, no longer cautious, no longer gentle and obedient, only confident and calm, indifferent and elegant.

She slowly took a step closer to him, carefully studied the expression on his face, and said word by word: "She exchanged the birthday gift I gave to the Queen Mother for a gift to Guanyin."

His eyes sank.

"I have no intention of taking her life, and if she has to kill herself, I will unceremoniously send her on her way." She stopped next to him, her apricot eyes as calm as a starry night.

With that, she departed, never looking back.

He stood there with a sigh.

It's night.

In the Autumn Maple Garden, the candlelight in the house flowed out of the window and shone into the courtyard, adding a little dusk warmth to the bleak autumn night.

The maple leaves in the yard had almost fallen, leaving only a few remnants of leaves swaying on the branches.

Today, Tao Yao returned to his hometown to save his relatives, so only Feng Jinxiu and Gong Jiyue were left in Qiufeng Garden.

Feng Jinxiu boiled a pot of wine, and the three of them chatted about the past around the small table, and when they talked about the Jinxing, Feng Jinxiu proposed to play chess again, and the loser drank.

Feng Lingye's chess skills were not proficient, and Feng Jinxiu did not allow Gong Jiyue to assist, and in less than half an hour, he lost ten games in a row.

After ten glasses of wine, Feng Lingye's wine was not bad, and he was slightly drunk.

"Sister deceived me for not being good at chess, this is not fair, let's not compete in chess next, but in the future."

With a crimson face, she staggered to her feet, picked up a vase casually, then picked up the chopsticks on the table, and threw it lightly at the vase, and it actually hit.

"Okay, then it's up to you." Feng Jinxiu smiled helplessly, got up, picked up the chopsticks, threw them at the vase, and actually bounced open when he touched the mouth of the bottle, and immediately frowned, "Why can you still hit when you are drunk?" ”

"This is called unintentional planting in the willows." Feng Lingye leaned on her, put one hand on her shoulder, and her apricot eyes were blurred, "I am willing to lose the bet, and it is my sister's turn to drink." ”

Feng Jinxiu couldn't figure it out, so she had to drink the wine silently.

Gong Jiyue clasped her hands to her chest, leaned on the pillar, stood aside to watch the show, and said with a smile: "If the third sister Feng is also here, then our four demon kings of the Xia Kingdom will be here."

"The third sister Jiren has her own natural appearance, and when we leave Dali, we will definitely be able to find her to reunite." Feng Jinxiu said with relief.

Here, Feng Lingye picked up the chopsticks and threw them at the vase again, and actually hit the center of the vase again, so he clapped his hands, "Sister, it's your turn." ”

Feng Jinxiu didn't believe it this time, it was impossible for her luck to be so bad at every hand, so she took the chopsticks and focused on aiming at the mouth of the vase, threw it hard, and actually flew over the mouth of the vase.

Feng Lingye obediently handed over the wine glass, she drank it angrily, rolled up her sleeves, "I don't believe in evil!" ”

Feng Jinxiu and Feng Lingye have similar temperaments, they are both masters who refuse to admit defeat, but they can't throw in every time, they lose a total of 20 games in a row, drink 20 glasses of wine, and finally go back to the house by Gong Jiyue with half help and half hug.

After three rounds of drinking, Feng Lingye stayed in the house alone, lazily lying on the soft couch, pushing open the carved window in front of the soft couch, and looking at the crescent moon in the night sky in a daze.

In this quiet and beautiful night, she gradually felt sleepy, blinked, and slowly fell asleep, I don't know how long later, a voice suddenly came from her ear, "You plan to sleep here?" ”

It's warm and moist, and it sounds good.

She slept a little dazed, and after drinking some wine, her brain was a little groggy, but her lips moved involuntarily, "Yes." ”

"Not afraid of catching a cold?" The sound still hovers through the carved window.

She moved her eyes under her nose, "Don't be afraid." ”

"Drunk?" He asked again.

She became very well-behaved, and even nodded cooperatively, and her little figure curled up on the soft couch, as petite as a little chick.

A warm laugh came from the window.

It wasn't long before she fell into a warm embrace, the fabric on her cheeks soft and with a familiar scent of ambergris.

She couldn't help but feel a pang of relief, so she rubbed greedily.

Unexpectedly, a low laugh came from the top of her head, with three points of gentleness and seven points of spoiling.

A hand gently landed on her hair, caressing her delicately and patiently, and as he moved, her eyelids seemed to sink even more, and she exhaled a little and fell asleep.

"How many days have you not seen me, do you miss me?" He looked down at the side of her face and reached out to remove the mask for her, his fingertips pausing slightly when his gaze touched her intact face.

But soon, he regained his indifference, and the corners of his lips were slightly curved, "How many mysteries do you still have?" ”

As if she felt a little noisy, she scratched her ears with her hand, and buried her head in his arms again.

He smiled helplessly, did she use herself as a warm quilt?

Pulled the quilt on the side and gently covered her body, just holding her like this, and feeling satisfaction in my heart that I had never felt before.

The next day, Feng Ling woke up at night and found himself lying on the bed, looking at the carved window of the soft couch, which was actually tightly closed.

Has anyone been here?

She thought about it carefully for a while, but she didn't have any impression at all, she just felt like she was wrapped in a warm quilt, sleeping soundly, and dreamless all night.

She got up, put on her shoes and socks, and immediately pushed open the door, just in time to see Gong Jiyue bring a bowl of sobering soup, "Who came last night?" ”

"Guess?" Gong Jiyue said weirdly, and then put the decanting soup on the table.

She frowned, a little displeased, "It can't be Duan Junmo, right?" ”

Seeing that he was silent, she immediately followed, "Didn't I say that Duan Junmo entered the courtyard, did you have to inform me?" ”

"Miss, don't have a fly-eating expression, it's not Duan Junmo, it's Duan Yixuan." Gong Jiyue was helpless, estimating that if she didn't tell the truth, she would have to be eaten alive after a while.

"He ......," she blushed, "why is he here?" ”

"I guess it's your business, and the queen found out," Gong Jiyue sighed twice, "There are lovers who can't meet each other in the open, so they have to climb the wall secretly, right?" ”

"Sister is awake, you hurry up and send it to her!" Feng Lingye handed him the sobering soup with one hand, urging him to leave quickly.

"She's still sleeping, I'll go in a while," Gong Jiyue replied reflexively, and after a pause, he suddenly reacted, "Eh, why are you sending Master, sending it more and more easily?" ”

"Thank you, uncle, for the sobering soup, can the slave cook for you at noon?" Feng Lingye pushed him until he pushed him out of the door, afraid that he would make jokes about himself and Duan Yixuan again.

Closing the door and leaning against the panel, she calmed down.

To be honest, she drank last night, and she has no memory of what happened.

It is said that she is very bad at drinking, and she will not give it to others......

The more she thought about it, the more out of place she became, she hurriedly shook her head, not allowing herself to think nonsense anymore, and warned herself that this Yixuan had learned to climb the wall, and she couldn't be greedy for cups in the future.

After a few days of calm days, Tao Yao also returned to Qiufeng Garden.

Zhuang Nanyan, who was imprisoned in the prison of the Criminal Department, was finally convicted of being unfavorable, so that he did not know that the birthday ceremony was engraved with a proverb, so he disturbed the court and had a serious impact, and he was released after a few special warnings.

According to Tao Yao, Duan Junmo personally picked her up that day, she fell into his arms, crying all the way back to Lanxiang Pavilion from the carriage, the first time in her life to suffer from this, less than a month, she lost her human form.

From the moment he brought back Zhuang Nanyan, Duan Junmo took care of him every step of the way, and the two were almost inseparable.

Feng Lingye listened, his expression was faint, he didn't respond, and sometimes he even wandered, and his mind unconsciously remembered Duan Yixuan, thinking about whether he would still appear tonight, and if he did, whether he would show up, etc.

Tao Yao saw that she was not very interested in the affairs of the two, so she accepted the reward and withdrew with interest.

Xu is busy affairs, Xu is inconvenient, Duan Yixuan has not appeared again since that night.

In the Lanxiang Pavilion, Duan Junmo sat aside to review the official documents, and Zhuang Nanyan embroidered the purse on the soft couch, with silver as the bottom and black as the line, and the handiwork was exquisite.

As if she had no intention of chatting, she said with a smile while embroidering: "I heard that the scar on my sister's face has healed, does the prince know?"

He held the brush for a moment, and then continued to write, with a faint "um" coming out of his nasal voice.

"My sister's medical skills are clever, not only brought the emperor and the emperor back to life, but also cured the queen's stubborn illness, took all the legs of His Royal Highness the prince, and controlled the plague. She said Feng Lingye's good words with all sincerity.

Who knew that Duan Junmo was reading the official document slowly, and this time he didn't even have a "hmm".

As if she didn't care, she put down her needlework and leaned over, her voice soft and glutinous, "Last time, my sister came to see me in the prison, brought me a lot of food, and asked me how my eyes were, saying that she can not only graft skin and remove scars, but also change her eyes and restore her vision......"

"This king will not step into Qiufeng Garden for half a step, let alone plead with her for you." He interrupted her indifferently.

Her eyes were cold, her temper was exposed, and she yelled with some teeth and claws: "Then what about my eyes? Her face was restored, but my eyes were no longer visible! ”

"You should know better than this king why your eyes can't see." He didn't lift his head, and his tone was calm.

Her body weakened, she took a step back, her eyes full of desolation, "My innocence was ruined by her, I stabbed her in the face, it was all her retribution, Lord Wang, you still sympathize with her?" ”

"Your eyes, this king will put up a reward for the doctor to treat you, but it won't be Feng Lingye." He was like a routine, although he was not indifferent and ruthless, but he also did not have the gentleness he used to have.

And his expression especially made Zhuang Nanyan feel desperate and painful, "Why can't it be Feng Lingye, you know that only she can, do you care that she surpasses Nan'er?!" ”

He chose to let go, which was the last tenderness for her.

Looking at his resolute side face, she grabbed his sleeve robe and knelt on the ground little by little, "Lord Wang, Nan'er doesn't want to be blind, even if Nan'er begs you for the last thing, will you agree?" ”

He stopped the pen in his hand and looked at her silently, his phoenix eyes were neither sad nor joyful, "This king can't help you." ”

"Nope! As long as you beg her, she will definitely change Nan'er's eyes and regain her sight! Zhuang Nanyan supplicant looked at him with a humble face, but saw disappointment in his eyes.

Little by little, her hand let go, and she fell to the ground, tears streaming down her face.

Why does Feng Lingye have all the skills, and she has nothing, and now even her most beloved man is leaving her, why is God so unfair to her Zhuang Nanyan?!

Zhuang Nanyan's wish for Duan Junmo to order Feng Lingye was shattered, so she had to find a way by herself, in order to restore her sight, she couldn't control the revenge in her right eye.

In the evening of this day, Feng Lingye had just returned to Qiufeng Garden from Tai Hospital, and as soon as he entered the hospital, he saw Zhuang Nanyan sitting in the pavilion with a smile on his face.

Since it was late autumn and the weather was getting cooler, Tao Yao hung bamboo curtains to block the wind around the pavilion, and cotton pads were also placed on the stone benches.

After seeing Feng Lingye, Zhuang Nanyan got up and greeted him, "Sister, is it okay to be in the Tai Hospital today?" ”

"Well, it's okay, why is my sister here?" She took off her cloak and handed it to her naturally.

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