Listening to the faint hostility in her tone, Xiao Yingche flicked her fingers on her forehead, "She's ......"

He paused for a moment, pulled Feng Wuxi to the pavilion and sat down, before continuing: "I came to Qianfeng when I was six years old, and the empress took you out for a cruise when you were less than a year old. ”

Speaking of this, Xiao Yingche's eyes were smeared with a shallow smile, and her voice was as moist as cold jade with a bit of nostalgia.

"You suddenly stretched out your hands and cried in the direction where I was, and the Empress couldn't coax you, so she had to carry you to me.

I stretched out my hand to hug you, and you stopped crying, and the empress smiled and said that you and I are destined, so I stayed in Qianfeng.

Every year, I will leave for three months, and these three months are the return ......

In the Hui clan, and Qingwan, she is the granddaughter of the great elder of the clan. ”

Feng Wuxi held her chin and squinted at him, "Brother Che, is Qingwan married to you?" ”

Xiao Yingche was stunned, but she didn't expect that she was not concerned about his identity, but this, and did not answer for a while.

"Brother Che, you can only be mine!" Feng Wuxi's eyes spread scarlet, and he pinched Xiao Yingche's jaw violently.

The nose is filled with the sweet smell of a girl, and the thin lips are soft.

In Xiao Ying's dark and deep eyes, he was stunned, and his tongue was completely occupied.

There is less and less air between the chest and lungs, and the feeling of suffocation gradually spreads.

Just when Xiao Yingche thought that he would suffocate to death, Feng Wuxi let go of him, and the green onion white fingertips gently rubbed against his red and swollen lips.

Under her eyes, there are deeply suppressed complex feelings.

"Brother Che, you can only be mine!"

She repeated the sentence again, her soft voice darkened, but unquestionable.

Fresh air poured into his mouth and nose, Xiao Yingche coughed twice, and raised his eyes to look at Feng Wuxi.

The girl's dark eyes were clear, and the firmness of the eyes was clearly visible.

Straight into her gaze, Xiao Yingche was stunned for a moment, and then warmth swelled in her heart.

At that moment, he almost blurted out - okay, I'm yours.

The Adam's apple rolled, Xiao Yingche swallowed the words to his lips and lowered his gaze.

Between him and the little girl, it is not Mo Lianyan who is separated by Mo Lianyan, but a young man who once saved the little girl with his life and may come back at any time.

Yes, the grudge between the medical pavilion and Qianfeng......

Feng Wuxi saw that Xiao Yingche didn't speak, and pursed her lips, but the firmness in her eyes did not decrease.

The breeze blows, bringing the fragrance of flowers.

Qingwan stood behind the tree, looking at the two people in the hall, with a cold expression.

Gu Yu frowned: "Light girl......"

Hearing Gu Yu's words, he instantly restrained his expression on his face and smiled lightly, "Your Highness Feng, the relationship with Taifu is really good." ”

"Since the Taifu and His Royal Highness have something to discuss, I won't bother and go back first."

Gu Yu didn't answer, and beckoned Li Quan to send her out of the palace.

Seeing that the time was not early, some of the teenagers and girls who had fulfilled their wishes left with their elders, preparing to choose an auspicious day to propose.

And Qianxun and the others, who were staring at the position of the imperial husband, did not see Feng Wuxi's figure until the end, so they could only be unwilling to leave.

On the willow tops of the moon, the cold light is sprinkled, as if a layer of white veil is plated between heaven and earth.

The wisps of cool breeze, carrying the fragrance of a hundred flowers, slowly spread.

Li Quan looked at the empty palace gate and hurriedly said, "Taifu, the slave is going to call a carriage." ”

"No need." Xiao Yingche glanced at the starry sky, "Come with me." ”

Li Quan said worriedly: "The night is cold, Taifu, your body is ......"

"It doesn't matter." Dropping two words, Xiao Yingche slowly walked into the night.

Under the light moonlight, the man's figure is long, and the ink hair in white clothes walks slowly, like an ink painting slowly spreading.

Li Quan was stunned for a moment, and after coming back to his senses, he hurriedly followed.

Zhaoyang Hall.

Feng Wuxi sat on the chaise longue that Xiao Yingche had been lying on before.

The moonlight fell on her fair face, and her long eyelashes cast a thick shadow under her eyelids.

The facial features are hidden in the moonlight, and the expression is obscure.

Raising her hand to catch a falling petal, she looked down for a moment, then suddenly stood up and walked away.

It happened that Gu Yu came over with a complicated expression: "Your Highness, Gongzi Cang is back." ”

In a word, Feng Wuxi's feet suddenly stopped, and he looked at Gu Yu in disbelief.