Zhuo Ye quietly picked up the chess pieces one by one. On his beautiful and smooth face, there was a sense of longing, mixed with a little attachment and confusion, as if he was remembering some distant and long past...
Inadvertently, Zhuo Ye's green fingers touched Feng Linge's slender and clean fingers.
The cold touch brought Zhuo Ye back to his senses and he quickly retracted his hand.
His hands are so cold...
"I'm sorry..." Feng Linge said apologetically. He glanced at Zhuo Ye's retracted white hand, and couldn't help but recall the gentle and smooth touch just now...
"No, it's okay..." Zhuo Ye said with some embarrassment. Speaking of which, it seemed that she had bumped into him first, so why did he apologize instead...
"Little Baozi" saw that both of them had stopped, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious. The little fat hand scratched and pulled on the ground, regardless of whether it was black or white, he put the remaining chess pieces in two or three handfuls, which were not too many.
In a chess jar.
"Huh...it's okay, my father hasn't come back yet," "Little Baozi" secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up at Feng Linge, who was a little distracted, and couldn't help thinking to himself: "Why is the Seventh Emperor's uncle so weird too?"
Turning to look at Zhuo Ye, "Little Baozi" murmured in his heart: "Could it be that people who are with 'Little Ye Zi' will become weird?" "Little Baozi" frowned and thought a little worriedly: "Then I will also be the same.
It’s going to get weird…”
Zhuo Ye took out his handkerchief, grabbed the little paws of "Little Baozi", and wiped the floating dust on the ground for him.
Feng Linge put the chessboard and chess jar back on the low table, glanced at the black and white chess pieces, and then remembered Zhuo Ye's inexplicably complicated look just now...
"Would you like the next set?" Feng Linge suddenly asked.
Zhuo Ye paused in wiping the hands of "Little Baozi" and raised his eyes to look at Feng Linge, only to see him looking at her with a smile, his eyes as calm and deep as a clear pool.
"Okay." Zhuo Ye gave Feng Linge a faint smile and nodded.
Feng Linge clearly saw a glimmer of light flashing through her eyes, as if she was a little excited, and then they were covered with a layer of sadness...
He suddenly wanted to know what kind of past events were hidden in her heart...
The "little bun" on the side burst into tears! The two adults were already bored, but now they have to play chess again! Woohoo...then he is even more bored...
…
Fangcao Garden is a garden to the south of Prince Jin's Mansion. As its name suggests, countless exotic flowers and plants are planted in it. At this moment, the hazy and soft misty rain irrigates the flowers and grass, making them more delicate and fresh...
However, everyone in Prince Jin's Mansion knows not to be fooled by those seemingly beautiful flowers and plants. Those little things are untouchable. The more beautiful they are, the more likely they are to kill someone in an instant! Or,
It makes it impossible for people to survive and to die...
Feng Lince stopped in front of the low wooden door of Fangcaoyuan, turned his head and glanced at the green bamboo beside him.
Qingzhu understood and handed the oil-paper umbrella to Feng Lince, stepped forward, took out a dark round stone from his arms and knocked on the wooden door...