"Alas..." Qingzhu looked at Feng Linge, who was sitting in front of the desk reading a book, and sighed for the nth time. He said that his prince had been keeping the same posture, holding the book and reading for more than an hour, but the book was not even
Not a single page has been turned...
Glancing at Feng Linge, who had a spring breeze-like smile on his face and was "reading" "attractedly", Qingzhu sighed again: "Alas..." Their prince was possessed...
"Dang, dang, dang..." There was a knock on the door, and then a soft female voice sounded outside the door: "Your Majesty, my servant has brought you ginseng soup..."
Feng Linge moved a little and came back to his senses.
Without waiting for Feng Linge's signal, Qingzhu walked to the door, opened the door, took the ginseng soup from the maid's hand, turned around and went back to the room. He took out a silver needle and inserted it into the soup.
Feng Linge looked at Qingzhu's movements and sighed inwardly: This is unnecessary...
After Qingzhu confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the ginseng soup, he handed it to Feng Linge and said, "Your Majesty, drink it while it's hot..."
"Oh, okay." Feng Linge put down the book in his hand, took the soup bowl, blew it gently, put it down, and continued to be lost in thought...
"Your Majesty..." Qingzhu called out helplessly.
"Um?"
"If you don't drink it, this ginseng soup will get cold..."
"Oh..." Feng Linge picked up the soup bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and said, "Okay."
Qingzhu shook his head, picked up the empty bowl, opened the door, and handed it to the maid waiting at the door. When he turned around, he saw Feng Linge already laying rice paper on the table.
Qingzhu quickly came over and polished Feng Linge's ink.
Feng Linge picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, but the pen hung on the paper for a long time, but no word came down...
"Your Majesty..." Qingzhu couldn't help it and called again.
"Huh?" Feng Linge turned his head, looked at Qingzhu's hesitant expression, and asked, "Do you have something to say?"
"Well..." Qingzhu gritted his teeth and said as if he was risking his life: "My lord, if you really like that girl Zhuo, just ask Prince Rui for her and take her..."
"What did you say?" Feng Linge asked in surprise.
Qingzhu flattened his mouth and said boldly: "My lord, look at you now...as if you have lost your soul..."
"Shut up!" Feng Linge shouted and said with a cold face: "Stop talking nonsense!"
"I'm not talking nonsense! You clearly... clearly..." Qingzhu was a little dissatisfied, but Feng Linge, who was rarely angry, looked really ugly now, and he didn't dare to say any more.
"You go out first."
"Yes... Your Highness..." Qingzhu walked to the door, looked back at Feng Linge, sighed for the N+N time: "Alas..." shook his head, opened the door and went out.
Feng Linge put down the pen in his hand and sat in front of the desk, lost in thought for a long time. He was shocked by Qingzhu's words. It turns out that he likes Miss Zhuo's strange and subtle feeling? It turns out that he likes someone...
This is how it feels...
After a long time, Feng Linge picked up her pen again and wrote two lines of words on the rice paper: "Those with strong roots are actually strong, and those with rich anointing are bright." This was exactly how she used to explain herself when she first met Zhuo Ye.
Those two sentences in the name...
After another long while, Feng Linge smiled bitterly. So what if he likes her? Such a smart and beautiful woman, how could he bear to ruin the rest of her life...
He has always been indifferent and casual, but he has never hated his broken body... and the person who wanted to destroy him... as much as he does now...
I have never been so eager for a healthy body...
"Ye'er..." Feng Linge stretched out her slender fingers, rubbed the dried word "Ye" back and forth on the paper, and murmured softly...