Unexpectedly, Feng Yun would make such a request. Yeluxie was obviously stunned for a moment, his eyebrows frowned unconsciously, and he kept his usual calmness and asked: "Can I know the reason?"
"No. []" Feng Yun refused quite simply, not worrying at all that his refusal might anger Yeluxie and cause the transaction to collapse.
Yeluxie stopped talking. His long eyelashes slowly drooped down, covering half of his crystal eyes. His face seemed to have sunk into half a haze, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Feng Yun was not in a hurry, and stood quietly, waiting for his answer. After all, asking someone for an eye is not something that can be given easily. Yeluxie naturally had to think about it. In contrast, whether he agreed or not
I agree, even Feng Yun can understand.
The Qiancheng Hall suddenly fell into a state of extreme silence. It was so quiet that one could even hear the sound of the wind blowing clearly.
After a long time, Yelu Xie suddenly burst into laughter. His laughter was as clear and crisp as jade falling from a plate, extremely pleasant to the ears. He lazily raised his eyes, which were gleaming and looked at Feng Yun with a half-smile. "Should I thank you?
Just want one of my eyes?"
"If you insist on doing this, I don't mind."
"Ah, what should I do?" Yeluxie pretended to be distressed and stretched out his hand to support his head. His slanted look was double-colored, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was even more devilish. He was dressed in a rose-red shirt, which made him look like
A charming one.
"If you took away one eye, wouldn't my face, which is the best in the world, have flaws? People who haven't seen it before will be so disappointed."
Feng Yun said calmly: "You can draw tens of thousands of portraits to let everyone remember your current appearance."
"How can that be done!?" Yelu Xie said seriously: "Who can draw a beautiful man like me? How can that thin piece of paper match one ten thousandth of my brilliance?"
"Yes, what should we do?" Knowing that he was deliberately making trouble, Feng Yun was not angry and asked in cooperation with him.
"That's why I'm troubled." Yeluxie stretched out his hand and grabbed his hair. The dark hair had a lustrous light, slowly flowing through the slender white fingers. The strong color contrast was thrilling, and he winked.
, her charming appearance surpasses any picture of a gorgeous lady. "If so many people don't have the peerless beauty like me, wouldn't it be a lifelong regret for them?"
Feng Yun responded with an indifferent laugh. As early as when Yeluxie laughed, he knew that he already had the answer, and now he was just messing around.
"How about..." He winked seductively, "How about you tell me the reason why you want my eyes, so that I can know the reason even if I feel sorry for those people?"
Feng Yun said calmly: "Don't worry, I won't ask for your eyes now. I just tell you in advance so that when the time comes to collect them, you will refuse to admit it."
"Hahaha" Yeluxie laughed three times: "Will I default on my debt? What a funny joke."
Feng Yun nodded, turned around and left. "In this case, it's settled."
"Hey, hey, hey!" Yeluxie suddenly jumped up from the chair, and his calf hit the corner of the table. His face twisted in pain, and he grinned and yelled: "At least tell me the reason! Bastard!"
Feng Yun had already walked to the door. After hearing the words, he paused slightly and turned his head. The white tulle on the hood swayed slightly because of his movements, revealing a small half of his delicate face. The golden crescent moon above his cheek was like a gorgeous handle.
of sickle.
"I can only tell you that your eyes will be used on a woman."
After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the brown-red door. His snow-white back disappeared in the bright sunshine in an instant.
"A woman?..." Yeluxie frowned slightly, but did not rush to catch up. Instead, he sat down again and muttered: "What kind of woman can be lucky enough to enjoy my young master's beautiful eyes?..."
…
Prince Rui's Mansion, in Qi Mo and Zhong Qingye's room.
When Qi Momen walked in, Zhong Qingye was buried in a pile of messy manuscript papers. There was a touch of black ink on her cheeks. The contrast between the white and black ink was very eye-catching. She looked quite funny, but she didn't know it. She lowered her head.
, his fingers inserted into his hair, pulling it tangledly.
Qi Mo walked over funny and reached out to take off her restless fingers. Zhong Qingye raised his head and rolled his eyes at him: "Why are you here?"
Qi Mo didn't answer, but reached out and wiped the ink on her face, which made Zhong Qingye stunned, and then stretched out his finger in front of her.
Seeing the black ink marks on Qi Mo's slender fingertips, Zhong Qingye grinned, raised his arm casually, and wiped it with his sleeve. Qi Mo was amused, but he shook his head helplessly.
"Didn't you have something to do in the palace? Why did you come back so soon?" Zhong Qingye wiped his face casually, buried his head in the pile of manuscripts, scanned the room, and took some clean ones from the shelf on one side.
He came back and held up her face with his hand, and replied casually: "I'll be back when the matter is over."
"What for?" Zhong Qingye was a little confused when Qi Mo suddenly stretched out his hand, but did not open it. Over the past few days, she had become accustomed to Qi Mo's contact and just asked casually.
"Don't move." Qi Mo scolded softly while wiping the ink stains on her face with a wet towel, as carefully as he was handling a precious work of art.
Zhong Qingye's face turned red. Qi Mo's concentrated look made her a little embarrassed. Unfortunately, her chin was held in someone's hand and she couldn't move it. She had to change the subject dryly: "Well, Qi Mu suddenly asked you to come to the palace. Why?
What's going on?"
Because he is not an ancient, he has no favorable impression of Qi Mu. When there are no outsiders, Zhong Qingye rarely calls him emperor, but prefers to call Qi Mu by his first name. "
Qi Mo said: "In a few days, it will be his birthday."
Zhong Qingye was stunned for a moment, and then his bright eyes narrowed: "You don't want to tell me that we are going to the palace together to celebrate his birthday, right?"
The words "we" obviously pleased Qi Mo. The corner of his mouth moved slightly, revealing a faint smile. He nodded and added: "This has been the case throughout the ages."
Zhong Qingye's face suddenly fell, and he looked at him pitifully: "Can't you not go? Just say I'm sick."
"No." Qi Mo refused very simply, and explained: "This is his order, specifically asking you to enter the palace by name."