Standing in front of a mansion that was even more majestic and luxurious than Xiaoyiju in Fengcheng, Zhuo Ye raised her eyes and looked above the red lacquer door. The three characters "Prince Jin's Mansion" came into her eyes.
Although Zhuo Ye was no longer surprised, she still couldn't help but sigh in her heart. It was a whirlpool that she was afraid of avoiding! She still stepped into it, and she didn't know when she would find a chance to escape...
Feng Qi, who was helped out of the carriage by Qingzhu, looked at Zhuo Ye's complicated expression and couldn't help but asked softly: "Miss Zhuo, are you blaming us...?"
What do I blame you for? I blame you for forcing me to stay? Or do I blame you for hiding your identity? Zhuo Ye smiled bitterly in his heart, shook his head, and said nothing.
Hadn't they already noticed that she had guessed that their identities were unusual...
"My name is Feng Linge." Feng Qi said softly, glanced at Feng San who had already walked in, and said, "The third brother's name is Feng Linche."
Sure enough... they are all direct descendants of the royal family... Zhuo Ye sighed again in his heart.
"Does the prince plan to stand at the door and talk to Zhuo Ye all the time?" Zhuo Ye glanced at Qingzhu, who had been staring at her angrily, and said. She knew that he couldn't bear his prince to stand outside for a long time.
Feng Linge sighed slightly: "Miss Zhuo, please." After a pause, he said softly: "Miss Zhuo, you can call me by my name."
"People's daughters don't dare!" Zhuo Ye said distantly.
Feng Linge glanced at Zhuo Ye with complicated eyes and said, "Oh, if you don't get used to it, just think of me as Feng Qi..." After saying that, he turned around and entered the mansion.
Zhuo Ye didn't respond and just silently followed Feng Linge through the door.
Although the facade of Prince Jin's Mansion is solemn, it is not as complicated and gorgeous as Zhuo Ye imagined, nor are there groups of servants. Instead, it is filled with flowers and bamboo forests, which is unusually quiet and pleasant, just like the owner of this house, who is elegant and elegant.
Yi.
The few servants who were not too many were all of good temperament. When they saw Feng Linge coming back, although they all looked happy, they only bowed quietly, and then went about their business.
Zhuo Ye thought he would live in Prince Jin's Mansion temporarily. He didn't want Feng San. No, he should call him Feng Linche now. After he settled down with Feng Linge and asked Qingzhu to take good care of him, he suddenly said to Zhuo Ye: "
You come with me to my house."
Zhuo Ye looked up at Feng Linche and asked in surprise: "Why?"
Feng Lince glanced at Zhuo Ye coldly and did not answer her question. He only said in a deep voice: "Let's go." Then he turned around and went out.
"Can I stay here? Prince Jin was injured because of me, so I should stay here to serve him." Zhuo Ye looked at Feng Linche's back and tried hard to argue. Although they were both in the palace, she still
I hope to stay here with Feng Linge. It is better to face the good-tempered Feng Linge than to face Feng Linche who has a cold face all day long...
Feng Linche turned around after hearing this, frowned at Zhuo Ye, and said coldly: "Don't forget, you are a servant of my house, not of Prince Jin's house."