His gaze looked into the distance unfocused, as if he was thinking about something, less of the anger just now, and a little less warmth on his face.

"After hitting it so many times, doesn't it hurt?"

Just as Feng Qinyu was quietly and apprehensively letting Dongfang Yunlie rub the corners of her forehead, a sentence suddenly came from above her head.

Listening to the voice, although close, it reveals a small desolation and a melancholy and loneliness that no one touches.

Feng Qinyu stiffened and didn't speak, it seemed that Dongfang Yunlie didn't seem to be talking to her, but was talking to himself.

After a long while, the hand that stayed on his forehead was retracted, and the warmth of the moment was gone, replaced by the cold and alienation that everyone was familiar with.

"Don't play any tricks until the king wants you to die."

Coldly falling this sentence, he left, and after a while, Feng Qinyu raised his head, Dongfang Yunlie had already walked away, and his back was getting smaller and smaller in her eyes, but it still had enough power.

Although Dongfang Yunlie had tortured her to the fullest, at this moment, when she saw the gradually smaller back in front of her, the sunlight stretched his shadow very long, and under the reflection of the sun, there was loneliness and loneliness that no one could say, and this loneliness still made Feng Qinyu feel distressed.

On autumn nights, the dew is deeper and heavier, and the coolness hits, so people can't help but wrap their hands around.

Feiyun Pavilion –

In the Feiyun Pavilion, the lights are still on, and the mahogany windows are shining with a lonely shadow.

The door was gently pushed open, and the footsteps were lightly lifted with a little apprehension.

"Lord Wang."

Xin Su stood in front of Dongfang Yunlie and said uneasily.

Dongfang Yunlie's gaze that stayed on the fold slowly lifted and looked at Xinsu's anxious eyes.

Intentionally or unintentionally, his fingertips tapped the fold in front of him, and slightly, he said in a flat tone: "Did you let Feng Qinyu in?" ”

Xinsu looked stunned, naturally knowing what Dongfang Yunlie was asking, she didn't dare to hide it, and nodded, "The slave is guilty." ”

Dongfang Yunlie didn't make a sound, he couldn't find joy or anger on his calm handsome face, his fingers were still gently tapping on the fold, he didn't know what Dongfang Yunlie was thinking, but the worried heart was pinched in his chest and he didn't dare to put it down.

Suddenly, Dongfang Yunlie's movements in his hand stagnated, his voice stopped suddenly, and there was silence in the room.

This brief silence made Xinsu's heart even more apprehensive, and a little fear involuntarily rose in his eyes.

"Who gave you the guts?"

Dongfang Yunlie asked very lightly, as if he was chatting with Xinsu about ordinary things, but the question he asked still made Xinsu's face a little stiff.

She didn't dare to refute, nor did she dare to defend herself, she lowered her head, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "The slave is guilty, please ask the prince to surrender." ”

Dongfang Yunlie stood up from the chair, put the fold in front of him to the side, slowly walked to Xinsu, looked at her with low eyebrows, and said, "You are quite protective of Feng Qinyu, don't forget, this king is your master." ”

"The slave understands, the slave won't dare next time."

Xinsu's head hung lower.

She has been by Dongfang Yunlie's side for many years, although she is by his side as a slave, but she knows Dongfang Yunlie's temperament better than others, and even Shangguan Birou is not as familiar with Dongfang Yunlie as she is.

Others said that Dongfang Yunlie's mind was difficult to guess, but she could guess that this was a dedicated and lonely man.