"Your brother must be a very good man, right?"

After being silent for a long time, Zhao Fuling still said this sentence thoughtfully.

The people's hearts are expected to return, and even the little girl like peony is a pity for the first prince, how many people's hearts should be unsettled?

Zhao Fuling has never seen each other, but just listening to others mention it, it is inevitable to feel regretful.

Nineteen years old...... The age of the weak crown has not yet arrived, but life is forever frozen.

He could have had a more exciting second half of his life.

But the sun had just risen, and it suddenly came to a dim end.

For others, the loss is probably that the prince is the heir of the country is one of the sons, although it is painful and regretful, but it is not irreplaceable.

But for Li Jingmo, that is his only brother.

He is the only brother whose blood is thicker than water.

So, how can you let him go?

The light in the room flickered on and off, and a gust of wind blew in through the crack in the window, causing the flame in the oil lamp to suddenly rise much higher.

When the wind stopped, the flames quickly descended, causing the light around the table to dim in an instant.

This scene was not too abrupt, but Li Jingmo seemed to be trying to divert his attention and looked at the uncertain flames.

His cheeks were cold and thin, and his taut jaw looked from the side like a sword that had broken out of its sheath, revealing full sharpness.

The dim light seemed to merge him with the black clothes on his body.

Zhao Fuling looked at him quietly until Peony, who was squatting behind the screen, came out and picked the wick.

After cutting off the top of the wick, the room finally regained its light, and Li Jingmo's cold face was also illuminated with more warmth.

Peony looked up, poured a cup of tea for each of them, and silently returned behind the screen.

With this play, the stagnant atmosphere seemed to dissipate a little.

The grief of the past was reluctant to mention it again, Li Jingmo withdrew his gaze from the table, looked at Zhao Fuling again, and his voice softened: "Miss Zhao also likes the white glazed tea cup?" ”

Zhao Fuling paused, and after tasting the meaning of Li Jingmo's words, she said silently: "...... Not really, I just think it's chic and good-looking. ”

The white-glazed tea cup is really good-looking, and I really don't like it much, after all, Zhao Lingling has seen too many exquisite porcelain.

When she asked it out tonight, she always thought that it was a love thing given to Li Jingmo by the girl's family, so she was very concerned in her heart, and she was not very comfortable.

It's just that in the past, she would always be calm and self-deprecating, she and Li Jingmo Pingshui met, what position was uncomfortable?

So these two emotions clashed with each other, you came and went, which made Zhao Fuling's whole person screw all the time.

I wanted to ask, but I didn't feel the need to ask.

But if you don't ask clearly, it will always be uncomfortable.

Now that she has determined Li Jingmo's intentions and talked about it, knowing that the tea cup is not a thing of love, the awkwardness in her heart is suddenly much less.

But the white-glazed tea cup was given by the amazing and brilliant prince, and it was the last thought he left to his younger brother before he died, but Zhao Fuling was not very happy.

It's just to dispel the doubts in my heart, and it's not a happy thing.

After pondering for a moment, Zhao Lingling looked at Li Jingmo, looked at him with straight eyes, and changed the topic: "Du Gongzi doesn't have a wife, right?" ”

Probably didn't expect Zhao Fuling to suddenly ask this, Li Jingmo was slightly stunned, and shook his head after a while.

It's no wonder that Zhao Fuling has to ask again, most men in this world turn their heads and meet the so-called true love after marrying a wife.

Therefore, a sentence of a happy person really does not mean anything.