The closer you get to the middle of the moon, the better the moonlight will be.

At this time, it is the time of the lantern, and a full moon hangs obliquely in the west.

In the past few days, Ilabella always likes to sit on the roof with her hands on her knees under such moonlight, watching the bright moon.

Yifeng followed the ladder and climbed up to the roof, placing the tray beside Ilabella, and did not speak, but rested his head on his arms, looked up at the starry sky, and quietly listened to this rare moment of silence.

In the courtyard, Maginot was still gently circling around, sighing from time to time. As the leader of Ilabella's guards, he really wanted the princess to cheer up, and he also wanted Yifeng to take action, but he also knew in his heart that it was too difficult and too difficult.

The courtyard to the west was noisy, and you could faintly hear the hurried pace back and forth, which was the servant of Grand Duke Linda preparing for tomorrow's trip.

Irabella was quiet in the moonlight, and she just glanced at the food on the tray. The food is very rich, and it is usually my favorite food, and a seductive aroma rushes to the nose.

But Irabella was unmoved, but took the light fruit wine and took a small sip.

Yifeng is not dissuaded, these days he has become accustomed to this normalcy of Ilabella. Perhaps, alcohol can anesthetize the sadness in the heart.

Today, however, Erabella was different, she tasted the faint smell of wine, looked at the reflection of the moon in the cup into the night, and exhaled faintly.

"Is Sister Linda leaving?"

I haven't heard this little girl speak for a few days, and Yifeng almost didn't roll down.

"Huh, you're talking?"

He sat up in surprise and delight, pointing to his nose.

It was the first time Ilabella had spoken in these days. It's a good thing to be able to speak, and the most fearful thing is to keep everything in your heart.

Erabella nodded.

"I'm not a kid anymore! I know what I'm going to do?"

Two lines of tears ran down her emaciated face, but her eyes were as bright as the moon.

"Yes, it's time to go!"

Yifeng sighed. As the new Majesty Gast, he could not let Linda, who had a heavy army, stay in the imperial capital for a long time, and it was impossible for him to sit idly by and watch Linda mingle with Arthur's remnants, which would keep him awake day and night.

"Are you, then, going away from me too?"

Erabella gently rested her head on Yifeng's shoulder.

Yifeng patted her back comfortingly and said.

"It's not that fast! I don't see you getting better, I don't feel at ease to go!"

Erabella pursed her lips tightly.

"Don't worry, I'm fine!"

Although he spoke, Yifeng always felt that something was wrong. Because at this moment, Erabella is quiet and terrible, and she is no longer as agile as she used to be.

This only made Yifeng even more worried.

"Say it, let's vent everything!

Yifeng poured herself a glass of wine and gently touched Erabella, trying to guide her to speak.

"Father, was he really murdered by the third brother?"

"Yes! I saw it with my own eyes!"

"But why did he do that?"

"A person who has been suppressed for a long time will inevitably have some distortions in his heart!"

"Since the third brother has become the king, why do you want to drive you out?"

"Because we witnessed what he did, since we can't stop it, we have to throw us far away!"

......

As the night gradually darkened, a mist rose faintly, and the moon became hazy, making the conversation between the two even more ethereal.

The two talked a lot that night. What it was, Yifeng couldn't remember it clearly, he just felt that the moon was very beautiful, and the fruit wine was a little top.

When the morning dew soaked Yifeng's clothes, Yifeng turned over and woke up in horror.

The fragrance of the Yiren around him is curling, and he is no longer on his side. The light was already on in the room, and the sound of soft footsteps could be faintly heard.

"Yifeng, Grand Duke Linda is leaving, why don't you send her off?"

In the courtyard, Maginow's eyes were red, as if he had been watching the wind all night.

Yifeng rubbed his sour neck, jumped up, and laughed at himself.

"This girl, when did she run away! She didn't wake up her brother and let her sleep on the roof all night!"

Sleeping on the roof doesn't feel good, especially after drinking.

Standing on the dock outside the West City, Yifeng was snotty, yawning, and looking sluggish.

Opposite him, Linda was hidden in a black cloak, and her chin was a little rounded, as if she had been a little fat. Seeing Yifeng's appearance, he was angry.

"Bastard, do you have the heart to send me? If you don't want to send it, go back to sleep!"

Also coming to see him off were Paul and the thousands of Praetorian Guards he led, and now that Paul has completely taken over the position of the old lion king Xius, their state is not as lazy as Yifeng. Their bodies were tall and straight, and their eyes were fierce and vigilant watching every move around them.

Paul voluntarily asked Ying to come and protect Yifeng. Obviously, this was at the behest of His Majesty Gast. Nominally protection, but in fact surveillance, plays the role of urging Linda to leave.

Yifeng didn't say a word, turned around and left. In fact, he was reluctant to see him off, and there was always a touch of sadness when he watched familiar people leave one by one, especially in this autumn of falling leaves.

"Bastard, won't you even give me a go?"

Linda also knew in her heart that under the surveillance of outsiders, it was difficult for the two to say anything. However, she always couldn't help but stop in front of Yifeng, and wanted to punch Yifeng's hateful face.

I don't know why, Yifeng always has some weakness in the face of Linda's eyes, and there are some dodges. I always feel that there is something hidden behind those dark eyes, which makes people feel afraid.

Yifeng helplessly rubbed his somewhat numb face, hugged Linda, and pressed her cheek.

"Take care!"

This time, he was pure, with no extra little movements.

"You too!"

Linda seemed a little sad, gently blew in her ears, and began to walk away without looking back.

.......

The white sails were raised, and the sharp horns of the boat cut through the early morning fog, startling some of the waterfowl.

Yifeng stood under the weeping willows on the shore, waving his hands and muttering to himself in his heart.

"Take care, everything will be fine!"

This stop is a long time. Paul, who was beside him, couldn't help coughing.

"Your Excellency Yifeng, it's time for us to go back!"

It's a kind reminder.

Maginot glared.

"Send a few people, you still have to supervise!"

This is Maginot venting his frustration in disguise. He was angry with Paul's apostasy.

"Forget it, Paul can't help it!"

Yifeng gently stopped Maginow. Paul was one of the rare ones in Gast's camp, and it is said that he buried the elder Hughes alone that day, and even missed Gasst's enthronement ceremony.

"General Paul, I'm in a bad mood right now, can I take a walk?"

Yifeng's appearance was very sad, and he gently made a request.

"Don't come back too late!"

Paul glanced at Yifeng and nodded. Paul doesn't deliberately embarrass some of Yifeng's small requests, as long as Erabella doesn't leave the house, Yifeng won't run away.

.......

In the early morning, the dock is relatively deserted, and some early fishermen can be seen busy.

Yifeng walked aimlessly along the embankment of the wharf.

Since Gast handed over the western city to merchants from the south, it has been much more depressed. Heavy taxes, as well as harsh entry taxes, discourage many people.

The sun had not yet risen, but the fog was getting thicker. Unconsciously, Yifeng walked farther and farther and came to a remote path.

The woods on both sides are eerie and somewhat scary. There seemed to be thousands of troops lurking in the rising fog.

Yifeng was struck with a thrill all over his body.

This is a good place to rob and ambush!

As soon as I turned this thought, I heard a coquettish shout.

"Stop, don't move!

From the tall trees, several figures fell vertically, and a bright scimitar rested on his neck.

Yifeng's eyes widened.

No way?

Brother, this crow's mouth, won't be so effective?