"Wang...Seventh Young Master..." Zhuo Ye looked at the helplessness and pain on Feng Linge's pale handsome face, and couldn't help but feel a little unbearable in his heart. He called him the name, but then changed his words temporarily. She
I know that being born into a royal family does bring a lot of inability, loneliness, and even danger... His body is the best proof.
Although he didn’t know who caused Feng Linge to be harmed like this, he thought it had something to do with his noble status. Zhuo Ye suddenly sympathized with him, but...Zhuo Ye recalled the doubts he had that day, why they were both princes.
, so the person behind the scenes only harmed Feng Linge? Who did he offend? In other words, who dared to attack him...
Suddenly a thought flashed through Zhuo Ye's mind, and she was startled, but then she stopped herself from thinking about it any more. It was not something she should explore...
When Feng Linge saw Zhuo Ye changing his title, his eyes lit up and he smiled tenderly at her: "Say."
In fact, Feng Linge would rather Zhuo Ye call him by his name. Apart from his third brother, he is afraid that he will never be able to find anyone who truly cares about him and can treat him as an equal. Even the same person
He can't care about his second brother either. After all, the second brother is now the emperor...
Regarding Zhuo Ye, this mysterious and special woman, he inexplicably wanted to get closer to her, get to know her, and also want to change her alienated attitude towards him. He still couldn't figure out his own very subtle feeling.
For now, let's just think that we need a confidant who doesn't care about our identity...
"Your body... But because of the arrow that day, it was like this... like this..." Zhuo Ye felt really worried and guilty in her heart. She didn't want anything to happen to Feng Linge, and it was indirectly because of her...
"You don't have to worry," Feng Linge pondered for a moment and said softly: "Although I have indeed been affected to some extent, it is not entirely because of the arrow. My body is at its weakest in the first few days of every month.
It will get better after a few days..." Feng Linge saw that
Chu Zhuoye was really worried about his health, so he gave a perfunctory reply. She must not believe it, so he told half the truth and the other half. In fact, his body would be in extreme condition for at least half of every month.
He was weak...and the impact of that arrow on him was not as light as he said...
"Oh, that's right." Zhuo Ye was still a little worried, but she didn't ask any more questions. She could see that Feng Linge didn't want to talk about this topic in depth. And she was not a doctor, so she couldn't really help.
I can only hope from the bottom of my heart that he is really okay.
"Bang... clatter..."
Suddenly, a series of noises attracted the attention of Zhuo Ye and Feng Linge. They turned around and saw that "Little Baozi" had climbed onto a low table at some point and knocked over a chessboard.
The two jars of chess pieces were also scraped off the chessboard, and the black, white, and black chess pieces scattered all over the floor.
Zhuo Ye looked at the chess pieces jumping all over the floor, his expression suddenly became complicated and dazed. After a while, he quietly stood up, came to the short table, squatted down and put the chess pieces into the chess jar one by one.
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"Little Baozi" was afraid that his father would come back and see him get into trouble again, so he quickly jumped off the table, squatted down and started picking up the chess pieces.
Feng Linge looked at Zhuo Ye with a strange expression and was a little surprised. After thinking for a moment, he walked over without calling his servants and joined in picking up the chess pieces.