Zhuo Ye felt that he had bumped into someone, so he did not raise his head. He took a step back and said, "Sorry." Then he moved to the left, wanting to continue walking inside.
Unexpectedly, the person opposite also moved a step to the left and blocked Zhuo Ye again. Zhuo Ye thought that the person also wanted to avoid her, but they bumped into each other again, so he said again: "Excuse me.
Pass." Then move to the right.
Unexpectedly, the man also moved to the right and stood in front of Zhuo Ye again...
Zhuo Ye was a little dissatisfied, frowned, and raised his head: "I said you..."
Zhuo Ye only said half of what she said before she was stunned because she faced the face of a very familiar man...
It was a very handsome face, with sharp outlines, outstanding facial features that could be said to be perfect, and a calm and noble temperament...
This stern face that she was used to seeing seemed to be trying its best to restrain the excitement at this moment... He stared at her deeply, and the light reflected in his eyes as deep as a deep pool,
It was actually burning and a bit scalding...
"Feng..." Zhuo Ye looked at the man and opened his mouth to shout one word. He suddenly thought that it was inconvenient to call out his name here, so he swallowed it back and stared blankly at the person who was so close.
Jun Lian blinked, not knowing how he should react next...
Qiao Ling stood behind Zhuo Ye, quietly pursed her lips and snickered, great! The prince is finally catching up!
That's right, this person is Feng Linche!
"Want to drink tea?" Feng Lince suddenly asked.
"Well..." Zhuo Ye nodded stupidly.
Feng Lince raised the corners of his lips, stretched out his hand, took one of Zhuo Ye's little hands, and walked towards the teahouse. Zhuo Ye mechanically followed him inside...
Two men with outstanding looks and temperament were walking hand in hand in front of a large crowd. It was impossible not to attract attention! There were not many people in the teahouse, but everyone looked at them in stunned silence...
…
Feng Linche glanced sharply at everyone, led Zhuo Ye, and walked towards a private room on the second floor.
The guests in the hall were so frightened by Feng Lince's cold and piercing eyes that they shuddered and looked away...
Following Feng Linche were two bodyguards, Zhang Min and Liu Jing, and the scholar Song Mo.
When Song Mo saw Qiao Ling come in, he winked at her. Qiao Ling understood and walked up to Song Mo. They chose a table outside Feng Lince's private room and sat down.
In the elegant room.
Feng Linche pressed Zhuo Ye on the chair, sat down next to her, poured out a cup of tea, pushed it in front of Zhuo Ye, and said softly: "Drink."
"Oh." Zhuo Ye picked up the tea cup, took a big sip, and finally came back to his senses: "Your Majesty, why are you here..." After her words fell, a self-deprecating smile suddenly emerged from the corner of her mouth,
Her question... seemed a bit redundant...
She should have thought of it a long time ago, right? No matter how far she goes, she can't get out of their sight...
Even Xiao can find her. Feng Linche and Feng Linge must also know her whereabouts...
Feng Linche looked at Zhuo Ye's expression and guessed what she was thinking. He reached out and held one of Zhuo Ye's catkins in his hand, and sighed: "Ye'er, I came to the coast because I have official business.
But there is indeed another purpose, which is to find you."
Facing Feng Lince's frank words, Zhuo Ye suddenly didn't know what to say, so he pursed his lips and lowered his head in silence.
"Ye'er...look up, okay? Let me take a good look at you..."
Feng Lince's tone was so soft that she couldn't bear to refuse...
Zhuo Ye raised her head and looked into Feng Linche's affectionate eyes. She suddenly discovered that his handsome eyes were bloodshot and looked tired. He had not rested for several days.
Already...
"Your Majesty..." The dissatisfaction in Zhuo Ye's heart at being controlled by others temporarily receded, replaced by a slightly sour feeling.
"Here, please call me Feng San." Feng Lince said softly.
"Yeah, okay." Zhuo Ye nodded.
"Ye'er, don't you have anything to ask me?" Feng Lince looked at Zhuo Ye's exquisite face lustfully and asked softly.
"Xuan'er...is he okay?"
"Fortunately, I just miss you so much and always want to find you." After Feng Linche said that, he suddenly thought of something and let go of Zhuo Ye's hand, took out a letter from his arms and handed it to her.
In front of me: "This is what Xuan'er gave you."
Zhuo Ye was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then immediately reached out to take it, and couldn't wait to open it. This was a letter that didn't pay attention to the letter format at all. It had a "little bun" style, and it was written in childish handwriting:
Xiao Yezi, Xuan'er misses you so much! Where have you been? Did you not want Xuan'er? Xuan'er is so sad, Xuan'er is so sad, didn't you say you love Xuan'er the most? How could you leave Xuan'er behind?
Just leave!
Little Yezi, Xuan'er will dream of you every night. I dream of you flying a kite with Xuan'er. I dream of you making delicious food for Xuan'er. I dream of you helping Xuan'er teach his father a lesson (don't let his father see it.
)... But every time I wake up, Xuan'er is so disappointed, because Xiao Yezi is gone, and Xiao Yezi doesn't want Xuan'er anymore. Xuan'er is so pitiful...
Xiao Yezi, since you left, Xuan'er can't even feel the sweetness when eating candied fruits. She finally understands what "eating without knowing the taste" means! If you don't come back, Xuan'er will be so thin that only bones are left.
Horrible!
Xiao Zizi, as long as you are willing to come back, Xuan'er will promise you anything. If there is something delicious, it will be given to Xiao Zizi. If there is anything interesting, he will play with it first. Xiao Zizi will wash Xuan'er's face with saliva, and Xuan'er will not hide.
If you don't mind, you can eat whatever you want! Xuan'er will listen to little Yezi's words, study hard, practice martial arts, and will not play truant, fight, or tease the master...
Little Ye Zi, let me tell you quietly that my father misses you very much. He goes to Maple Grove Garden to stay for a long time every day, and sits in your room in a daze, looking so stupid and dazed. Xuan'er feels so distressed when he looks at it...
Little Ye Zi, come back, don't let Xuan'er go, don't let father go, please...
Zhuo Ye looked at it and finally couldn't help it. His tears rolled down and dripped on the letter paper, wetting the ink stains on it, soaking out one ink halo after another...
Feng Linche stretched out his hand, hugged Zhuo Ye into his arms and patted her back gently, but did not persuade her to stop crying.
Zhuo Ye lay in Feng Lince's arms and cried repressedly for a long time. Then he pushed his chest away, raised his head, stretched out his hand to wipe the tears on his face, folded the letter from "Little Baozi" and carefully put it away.
In my arms.
Feng Lince poured another cup of tea for Zhuo Ye, pushed it in front of her, and looked at her quietly.
"Thank you." Zhuo Ye picked up the teacup and took another sip, finally feeling relieved.