When Qingzhu came in to collect the medicine bowl, she saw that his prince was chewing something unknown with a silly smile on his face. He couldn't help but shook his head secretly. Their prince was possessed and there was no way to save him...
"Your Majesty, Miss Zhuo, it's time for dinner, do you want me to bring it in?" Qingzhu is much more polite to Zhuo Ye now. If the prince's poison is really cured this time, then Zhuo Ye is the member of their Prince Jin's Mansion.
What a great benefactor!
"Okay, bring it in." Feng Linge nodded lightly.
Qingzhu added a table next to Feng Linge's bed and ordered the maids to place the meals one by one. The dishes were mainly light, but quite rich.
Feng Linge was weak and had little appetite. She only ate a little and put down her chopsticks. Zhuo Ye didn't eat much because she still had room for the New Year's Eve dinner...
The table was removed and the two continued talking.
"Linge, let's stay together this year." Zhuo Ye said with a smile.
"Okay." Feng Linge smiled softly at Zhuo Ye. This was what he wanted.
"A new year, a new beginning, and this year means something different to you, Linge, are you happy?" On this day, Feng Linge was pulled out of the gate of hell, Zhuo Ye curled his eyes.
Looking at Feng Linge.
"Happy." Feng Linge looked at Zhuo Ye tenderly, because she was by his side this New Year...
"Linge, would you like to have a more lively New Year?"
"Hmm..." Feng Linge thought for a moment, and then replied: "In the past New Years, we would first have a palace banquet with members of the royal family and ministers in the palace, which was quite lively, but that kind of liveliness,
It's just superficial, formal, not to say that I like it very much. After the banquet, I went back home alone, and I didn't feel much different from usual..." After a pause, he said with some yearning: "Actually, I am more
I long for the kind of ordinary New Year where I have New Year’s Eve dinner with my family, set off firecrackers, and watch the New Year’s Eve..."
"Then... today Linge will put down his identity as a prince and treat himself as an ordinary citizen. When we have the New Year's Eve dinner later, we will call in the Masters and Disciples of Medical Saint, Master Du, Qingzhu, and Qiaoling.
Let's welcome the new year in a lively manner, do you agree?" Zhuo Ye now knew that Liu Zhiran was the Poison Master who was as famous as Gou Qi.
"Of course!" Feng Linge nodded with a warm smile.
"Alas..." Zhuo Ye suddenly frowned and muttered in a low voice: "It's a pity that I won't be able to watch the Spring Festival Gala this year..."
In the past, Zhuo Ye always felt that the Spring Festival Gala programs were not as good as each year. Every year, it was just a few old faces tossing and turning. It was boring, but it was reflexive. At eight o'clock on New Year's Eve, she would still be like most people.
, take the remote control and turn on the TV...
This year... I have completely lost sight of it... I suddenly feel empty, as if something is missing...
"What kind of 'bowl' is that 'Spring Bowl'? Is it an antique?" Feng Linge displayed the spirit of a curious baby and looked at Zhuo Ye in confusion.
"Pfft..." Zhuo Ye couldn't help laughing, and hurriedly explained to Feng Linge: "It's not the 'bowl' of 'porcelain bowl', it's the 'night' of 'night', and it's in my hometown...
Uh...a kind of...um...performance that can only be seen on New Year's Eve."
"Oh..." Feng Linge smiled sheepishly. He felt that he always seemed ignorant and ignorant in front of Zhuo Ye.
"Ye'er likes to watch performances. When he has time, he goes to the amusement park or walks on the streets. During the New Year, there should be a lot of lion dance and stilt shows to watch." Feng Linge laughed.
He suggested. In fact, there were singing and dancing performances at the palace banquet, but it was a pity that he couldn't take her there this year. However, he hoped to have this opportunity in the future...
Zhuo Ye smiled, nodded and said, "Okay, we'll go together when you get better."
When Feng Linge heard this, he immediately opened a big and gentle smile to Zhuo Ye.
Unexpectedly, Zhuo Ye said again: "Well... bring Xuan'er, and also, Lian Qin and Lian Zheng!" She hadn't seen the two siblings for a whole month, and she really missed them.
them……
Zhuo Ye kicked Feng Lince and Lian Xiao out directly...
A wry smile appeared on Feng Linge's lips. It seemed that he was overthinking again...
"Linge, can I help you comb your hair?" Zhuo Ye suddenly suggested when he saw Feng Linge's messy hair. It's still early in the night, so it's better to find something to kill the time.
Feng Linge's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Zhuo Ye with piercing eyes. His voice was low and hoarse with unconcealable excitement: "Ye'er, you, you mean, you want to tie my hair?"
"What's wrong? Yes, is there anything wrong?" Zhuo Ye couldn't help but feel a little confused when he saw Feng Linge's expression was a little strange.
"In Tianshuo, if an unmarried woman is willing to tie up a man's hair, it means that... she will not marry unless she is the king..." Feng Linge stared at Zhuo Ye with burning eyes, feeling so nervous and excited that he did not dare to breathe.
.
Zhuo Ye's pretty face suddenly turned red, and he grinned in embarrassment, making a mistake!
"I...you, don't misunderstand...that...that...I asked Qingzhu to help you comb it..." Zhuo Ye said awkwardly and stood up to call someone.
"Oh...it turns out that Ye'er didn't know..." Feng Linge looked at Zhuo Ye's surprised and embarrassed look, and couldn't help but sigh in disappointment. It turned out that he had made a mistake again...
This night, his heart was in turmoil, ups and downs several times...
Seeing that Zhuo Ye had already stood up and walked towards the door, Feng Linge hurriedly called out to her: "Ye'er, don't go, I'll just come by myself."
"Oh..." Zhuo Ye paused: "Then... let me hold a mirror for you..." By the way, holding a mirror should be no problem...
"Okay." Feng Linge smiled lightly.
Zhuo Ye took the comb and handed it to Feng Linge. He held the bronze mirror obediently and watched Feng Linge slowly combing his hair. This action... was so elegant! So tasteful! She had never thought that a man would comb his hair.
He can also look so good! How did he do it...
Seeing that Feng Linge had finished combing, Zhuo Ye smiled and praised: "Well, not bad, not bad, looks much more energetic!"
Feng Linge gave Zhuo Ye a gentle smile and handed the comb in his hand to Zhuo Ye.
Zhuo Ye put the comb and mirror back to their original positions, then sat back on the bed, holding his chin in his hands and staring at Feng Linge.
"Ye'er, shall I play chess with you?" Feng Linge suggested, seeing that Zhuo Ye was a little bored.
"No! Playing chess is too tiring and your body can't bear it." Zhuo Ye objected immediately.
Feng Linge's heart warmed: "Then... would you like Ye'er to sing for me?"
"Ah? Me? Singing?" Zhuo Ye was stunned.
"Yes! The song you sang for Xuan'er and Zheng'er last time was very nice."
"Haha... But that's a children's song! It's a song sung for children!" Zhuo Ye chuckled: "In my hometown, there are many people who sing better than me."
"Oh? Are there many people who are good at singing in Ye'er's hometown? Also...is it like the one you sing, is it that kind of strange tune?" Feng Linge asked curiously.
"This...how do you say..." Zhuo Ye tilted his head, thought for a while, and suddenly said: "Ah! I have it!" As he said that, he reached out and dug into his sleeve again...
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PS: Please guess what magic weapon Ye Zi took out from his sleeve... A certain unscrupulous smile...