Ye Qingran personally sent Dongfang Mo out of the house.
"With your temper, you shouldn't let Ye Yu and others stay."
Ye Qingran looked sideways at Dongfang Mo and raised his eyebrows, "Does the Ninth Prince know me so well?"
"I understand you, isn't it normal? After all, we are... friends, aren't we?"
Friends?
Qingshu behind him had a trace of unbearability flashing in his eyes.
As his master's closest subordinate, he knew his master's truest inner emotions! However, his master suppressed those emotions in his heart and used the status of a friend to get along with the woman he liked.
Isn't this a kind of torture?
Friends?
Ye Qingran nodded slowly.
This feeling is not bad.
In her previous life, she was used to living alone, and she had made friends, although not many, but they were all very close friends.
Dongfang Mo is her first friend in this world, right?
"I would like to drive them out directly, but people's hearts are terrible! Although I don't care about other people's opinions, I still have to consider the subsequent troubles. So, I just have to compromise."
"You did the right thing."
"Then thank you Ninth Prince for the compliment."
The corners of Dongfang Mo's lips curled up, and when he smiled, he had an even more jade-like temperament. Ye Qingran couldn't help but think, if he could get rid of this unfavorable predicament and stand up straight,
What kind of brilliance will it have?
Her eyes couldn't help but fall on Dongfang Mo's legs, and for the first time she felt the urge to cure him.
"Can I, look at your legs?"
She asked softly, with a little caution in her tone, for fear that this request would irritate the sensitive nerves of a disabled person.
Sure enough, even though Ye Qingran was already very cautious, Dongfang Mo's body froze when he heard this request. His eyes were like a mirror that suddenly shattered, and at a glance, there was only a tiny glow.
Qingshu was also stunned, as if he never thought that Ye Qingran would ask this request.
The disability of his legs has always been a thorn in the master's heart. Even though it has been a long time, time has not brought any cure.
Every time I think about it, it feels like bone-gnawing pain.
Dongfang Mo's complexion turned white little by little, and eventually even his lips were covered in frosty white.
"Sorry, I'm a little uncomfortable. Let's go first." Dongfang Mo lowered his head and said softly. Qingshu carried Dongfang Mo and his wheelchair into the carriage. The moment he lowered the curtain, he looked at Ye Qing with complicated eyes.
Dye it.
Ye Qingran stood in front of the gate of Ye Mansion, staring blankly at the carriage leaving, and then slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity until it disappeared.
"Miss, what's wrong with the Ninth Prince?" Han Xing whispered, really not understanding why Dongfang Mo's reaction was so loud.
"It seems that the matter is much more serious than I thought." Ye Qingran murmured softly.
Maybe for Dongfang Mo, the leg disease is not just a leg disease. When he was injured, something more terrible must have happened, so that he was not only disabled, but also had serious doubts about everything that happened when he was injured.
Psychological shadow.
Originally, if it was a simple leg problem, it would not be difficult for her, but once it involves psychological problems, things become much more complicated.
That’s all, the days are long.
Ye Qingran was about to turn around and go back home when he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye.
That tall and straight man with the appearance of a god, if he is not the Imperial Master, who can he be? After all, Xiliang City will never find another handsome man who can make the sun and moon dim and the heaven and earth eclipse.
"What are you doing here again?" Ye Qingran frowned. The Imperial Master has been coming to her too frequently recently!
"Come and see the kids."
Ye Qingran curled his lips.
It was this excuse again, but she couldn't refute it yet.
Under the extremely complicated looks of many servants in the Ye Mansion, Fu Hanxiu followed Ye Qingran to Ting Yuxuan.
"Mother!" Ye Qingran had just entered the door of Tingyuxuan, when two figures rushed towards him like cannonballs, and his mouth felt like honey, which was very sweet.
Seeing his son fawning over Ye Qingran in Ye Qingran's arms, acting cute and cute, Fu Hanxiu was inexplicably disgusted.
Ah, he really wanted to act coquettishly in Ye Qingran’s arms!
Just thinking about it, Fu Hanxiu's eyes couldn't help but darken.
"Father?!" After acting coquettishly in his mother's arms for a while, Fu Qianchen finally realized that his own father was also here.
The cry of father was emotionless and just like a routine. It was so different from when he called mother just now that one had to wonder, maybe this father was not a stepfather?
"Uncle Imperial Master." Mo Xiaohu greeted Fu Hanxiu obediently and politely.
Fu Hanxiu felt that his heart softened a little. The more he looked at the little fox, the more he liked it. This rapidly rising favorability made Fu Hanxiu start to doubt himself. One day, he would like the little fox more than
Fu Qianchen?
"Since you're here, I just have a question to ask you. Sit down." Ye Qingran asked the two children to play, and then personally made a cup of tea for the Imperial Master.
Fu Hanxiu held the cup in his hand and felt that the warmth of the tea was not as warm as the warmth in his heart.
"Master Imperial Master, aren't you... hot?"
Fu Hanxiu came back to his senses, and at some point he held the hot cup in his hand like a treasure.
"Oh, it's not hot."
If it's not hot, it's really not hot. After all, his cultivation level is extremely high and he is no longer a mortal.
But Fu San covered his eyes, feeling that he could not see.
Your Majesty, it is impossible to perm it, but it is quite stupid to be stupid!
Ye Qingran took a sip of tea by himself and asked: "Master Imperial Master came from the West End, do you know the emperor at Zhulu Peak?"
A hint of subtlety flashed across the expression of the Imperial Master.
Ask him if he recognizes himself?
His face remained as usual, and he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why did you suddenly ask him? Could it be that you heard some rumors and were interested in him?"
Ye Qingran nodded, and a trace of almost invisible joy flashed across Fu Hanxiu's eyes. Ye Qingran is interested in him, does that mean that as long as he shows his Emperor's vest, Ye Qingran will take the initiative to embrace him?
?
However, as soon as the little flame of joy in Emperor Zun's heart emerged, it was mercilessly extinguished by Ye Qingran with a basin of cold water!
"I heard that he fell in love with a woman five years ago and kept her in a golden house. I have to say that this emperor at the top of the competition is really blind."
