Zhuo Ye stood up, supported the desk with both hands, leaned his head close to Feng Linche opposite, squinted his eyes and asked: "Why are there so many accounts from previous years?"
"So this is what Ye'er wants to ask." Feng Linche said calmly: "Every three years, a big account must be collected at the end of the year, and today happens to be another third year."
"Oh, really?" Zhuo Ye said unhurriedly: "I heard that the accountants in the mansion are very idle?"
"Really?" Feng Lince raised his eyebrows and thought for a moment, then said seriously: "I'll ask Mr. Mu tomorrow what's going on, it will make them all busy."
"I want to leave the house and go shopping!" Zhuo Ye declared.
"Ye'er, given your current status, it's better to avoid walking around on the street less." Feng Lince said seriously.
"I can wear men's clothes!"
"Okay." Feng Lince said dotingly, "When I finish my work, I will accompany you."
"I want to play chess with Linge!"
"It's the end of the year, and Linge is also very busy."
"I won't do these accounts!"
"Ye'er, you have to start and finish everything you do."
Zhuo Ye was sad and angry. He actually tried to rob her of whatever she said!
"Feng Lince! Don't pretend to be confused while trying to understand!" Zhuo Ye moved his little face closer to his side, glared, and said fiercely: "If you dare to interfere with my social life and restrict my freedom,
I will divorce you!"
"Divorce?" Feng Lince repeated these two words, and then asked in confusion: "What is divorce?"
"That's it! I want to divorce my husband!"
Uh... After Zhuo Ye said the words, he realized what he had said, and his face suddenly turned red and he was embarrassed...
"Ha..." Feng Lince laughed out loud, stood up and walked around the table, pulled Zhuo Ye into his arms, and kissed her little red face: "Ye'er, when it comes to divorce, we have to first
Let's get married..." After a pause, he added: "However, even if we get married, the husband will not give his wife a chance to divorce him..."
"That depends on your performance..." A certain woman muttered in a low voice with her ears red.
A certain prince had very good ears. Hearing this, he blew a breath of hot air into Zhuo Ye's ear and said in an ambiguous tone: "How does Ye'er want me to behave?" He then gently touched her earlobe and asked: "Is that so?
?”
"..."
"Or this?" Feng Lince bit Zhuo Ye's lips lightly.
Zhuo Ye stepped back, with the desk behind him and nowhere to hide. Feng Lince clasped the back of Zhuo Ye's neck with one hand, keeping her body close to him. Their lips and tongues were entangled, and his other
One hand began to untie the clothes on himself and Zhuo Ye...
No! Does this man want to do it in the study room?! Zhuo Ye’s face and ears were so red that he could almost see the blood flowing under his skin...
Feng Lince waved his hand and swept aside the obstructive things on the table. A few things fell to the ground. The sound attracted the attention of Song Mo outside, who hurriedly asked: "Your Majesty, what happened?"
"Don't come in!" Feng Lince shouted in a hoarse voice.
There was silence outside the door...
Feng Linche pressed Zhuo Ye on the desk, and Zhuo Ye's mind went blank...
Feng Lince tortured her twice in the study. Zhuo Ye was so weak that she didn't even have the strength to stand up. Feng Lince helped her get dressed and carried her back to Fenglinyuan.
On the road, some servants quietly cast ambiguous glances at them, and some couldn't help but smile lowly. Feng Linche was completely unaware, and Zhuo Ye buried her pretty face deeply in his arms.
Too embarrassed to see anyone...
Song Mo squatted on the ground and drew circles bitterly. Speaking of which, it was really not him who spread the word. Who made the prince and the girl be so intense in the study just now...
After being put on the bed by Feng Lince, Zhuo Ye turned his head to the bed angrily and ignored him.
Feng Lince leaned over, kissed Zhuo Ye's cheek, and said softly: "Ye'er, don't be angry. I apologize to you about the account book. Actually... I'm just a little jealous..."
Hearing Feng Linche admit that he was jealous so frankly, Zhuo Ye was stunned for a moment, and then all the depression in his heart disappeared. Instead, he felt that this man was very cute...
Zhuo Ye turned around, put his arms around Feng Lince's neck, pressed a kiss on his soft lips, and then said angrily: "I really can't do anything with you..."
Feng Lince's eyes suddenly lit up two more flames: "Ye'er, let's do it again..."
"screw you……"
On New Year's Eve, Zhuo Ye put on exquisite makeup and a bright red dress as in previous years. Her whole person was so charming and beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes away.
Zhuo Ye never wears red clothes. In Feng Lince's memory, he only saw her wearing a red skirt on New Year's Eve last year.
"Did Ye'er wear this clothes to suit the occasion?" Feng Lince asked with a smile.
"That's right..." Zhuo Ye smiled and told Feng Linche about the New Year's Eve she spent with her parents when she was a child, and the red cotton skirt in her memory, which she wore red every New Year's Eve.
The reason for the clothes.
Feng Linche heard the loneliness and nostalgia in her tone, and held her in his arms sadly, saying guiltily: "Ye'er is homesick, right?"
It turns out that he misunderstood her on New Year's Eve last year...
He always thought that she dressed up carefully that day just for singing...
"Ce...my future home will be here." Zhuo Ye leaned on Feng Lince's arms and said softly.
"Well, our common home..."
The New Year's Eve dinner was eaten in the palace. Although it was lively, it still lacked some flavor and feeling compared to the New Year's Eve spent at Prince Jin's Mansion last year. Although Zhuo Ye didn't like this kind of palace banquet very much, she knew that since she had chosen to stay with
Feng Linche will face everything in the future together and must adapt to these situations.
Although, she is still participating in these scenes as a reincarnated star...
On the sixth day of the first lunar month, someone from the palace formally announced Feng Linrui's imperial edict, asking Zhuo Ye to prepare and go to the palace to learn court etiquette on the eleventh day of the first lunar month for a month. However, they did not mention the matter of marriage.
Zhuo Ye felt a little weird in his heart, so he asked Feng Linche in confusion: "Isn't it a little strange that the emperor allowed me to enter the palace without specifying the reason?"
Feng Lince pursed his lips, pondered for a moment, and comforted Zhuo Ye softly: "Ye'er, don't worry, you go to the palace first, and then you can be my Princess Rui after you leave the palace."
Zhuo Ye suppressed the doubts in his heart, nodded, and said nothing more.
Five days passed quickly, and she was finally about to step into the palace that Zhuo Ye was afraid of...
Feng Linche personally escorted Zhuo Ye into the palace. When leaving, he rubbed her little head and said, "Don't worry, Ye'er, I will come to see you from time to time. I will take you back home in a month."
"good……"
Isn't it just a month? It only opens and closes my eyes thirty times, and it passes quickly...