Hearing this, Feng Linche couldn't help but feel nervous...
Rumor has it that Princess Xia Chen of Dayu Kingdom is the lower realm of the stars in the sky. If Ye'er and her come from the same place, wouldn't it be...
Although Feng Linche has always thought this rumor is ridiculous, Princess Yi's life is indeed a legend! And like Ye'er, no one can find out her past before the age of twenty! They are equally knowledgeable and knowledgeable.
!The two people’s thoughts and languages are also surprisingly similar, as well as the strange items “inherited from their ancestors” on their bodies...
He helped Zhuo Ye check a lot of Xia Chen's information, but none of them was the person she was looking for. When sorting out the information on Princess Dayu Guoyi, he was not sure that the person was the person Ye'er was looking for. After all, that person was already
More than a hundred years have passed since his death...
But now, Ye'er has admitted it personally... So what exactly are they...
Feng Linche hugged Zhuo Ye's arm and tightened it involuntarily. No matter what amazing origins they had, the woman in his arms could only be his princess, his woman...
Zhuo Ye raised his head, stared at Feng Linche with red and swollen eyes: "Ce, I want to ask you a question."
"Say." Feng Lince looked at the jade-like person in his arms tenderly.
"If...my origin...is a very unbelievable thing for you and everyone in Tianshuo Kingdom...you...you..." Zhuo Ye couldn't continue.
"Ye'er, I told you in the desert that no matter where you come from or who you are, I will accept you. In my heart, you are just the Ye'er I know, so you don't have to have any
Too many worries." Feng Linche said very seriously.
Zhuo Ye looked at Feng Lince intently for a while, then suddenly reached out to his neck, stood on tiptoes, and took the initiative to kiss his thin lips...
Unlike the last time she took the initiative, this time she deepened the kiss clumsily and ferociously, and stubbornly took the initiative. Her small tongue ran domineeringly between his lips and teeth, rolling his tongue, and passionately
entangled...
Feng Linche cooperated with Zhuo Ye dotingly at first, but gradually, he was so aroused by her that his whole body was on fire, his lower abdomen was tight, and he wished he could press this little goblin under him and execute him on the spot!
But he knew that she was not ready to give herself completely to him yet! He had to continue to wait! Alas, what a annoying little thing...
After a long time, Zhuo Ye's small mouth left Feng Lince's lips, and the two leaned together panting. Zhuo Ye put his cheek against Feng Lince's chest and said softly: "Ce, I feel a little confused.
…”
"I know……"
"I haven't thought about it yet... I need to straighten my mind. When I figure it out, I... I will tell you everything..."
Feng Linche lowered his head and placed a passionate kiss on Zhuo Ye's hair: "Don't worry, I have a lifetime to wait for you..."
"Well..." Zhuo Ye's nose was slightly sour and he almost shed tears. A thought suddenly flashed in his mind. Could it be that she came here for the man who loved her when she traveled through time...
"Want to go back and rest for a while?" Feng Lince asked softly.
"Okay." Zhuo Ye nodded.
When the two returned to Fenglin Garden, Zhuo Ye said a little embarrassedly: "You...do you have any important business at hand that needs to be dealt with?"
"It's not in a hurry, Ye'er, just tell me if you have anything."
"Then stay with me for a little longer..." Zhuo Ye stretched out his hand, wrapped his arms around Feng Linche's waist, and leaned his head on his chest.
"Okay..." Feng Lince hugged Zhuo Ye back.
"Father, father? 'Little Leaf'?" "Little Baozi" woke up, sat up, rubbed his eyes with his chubby hands, and asked doubtfully: "Aren't you hot?" On such a hot day,
Why are they hugging each other? "Little Baozi" is confused
When Zhuo Ye heard this, he blushed and pushed Feng Linche away.
Feng Lince had a dark handsome face and shouted outside: "Qiao Ling, take the little prince away!"
Qiao Ling agreed outside the room, ran into Zhuo Ye's bedroom, quickly picked up the "little bun" and walked out.
The little head of "Little Baozi" poked out from Qiao Ling's shoulder and gave Zhuo Ye an aggrieved look...
Qiao Ling closed the door, and Feng Lince picked up Zhuo Ye, gently placed him on the bed, took off her and his shoes, and then got on the bed...
Zhuo Ye was like a well-behaved kitten, nestled in Feng Lince's arms, thinking quietly...
It is recorded in the data: Xia Chen, Princess Yi of Dayu Kingdom, was a woman picked up by King Yi from a desert island in the sea in the summer of the second year of the Yuan Dynasty. She was in her twenties at the time. At the beginning of the fourth year of the Yuan Dynasty, she married the king
Yi Yao became the Princess Yi of Dayu Kingdom. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival in the seventh year of Fengming, the eighty-six-year-old Princess Yi Xia Chen passed away. In the early morning of the next day, Prince Yi Yi Yao also passed away with a smile while holding his old wife's hand.
…
Calculating the time, Xia Chen traveled through time one hundred and sixty-nine years ago, and it has been one hundred and three years since his death...
Zhuo Ye smiled bitterly. The "fellow countryman" she was longing to find turned out to be someone who has been dead for more than a hundred years...
God was really kidding her. She originally thought that by finding that "fellow countryman", she would at least have "relatives" in this strange time and space, and she would no longer be so lonely. The secrets she had kept in her heart could finally be freed from any scruples.
Sharing it with others, they can talk about the world they once lived in, and it can also prove that she has indeed lived in that place called the "21st Century", and the twenty years there were not a dream of hers...
…
Now, that expectation and hope has been shattered so easily...
She was really disappointed. She might as well have not discovered the existence of Xia Chen in the first place...
If there is no hope, there will be no disappointment...
Zhuo Ye sighed secretly. Speaking of it, this "fellow countryman" had a much more exciting experience after traveling through time than she did!
Telling stories in teahouses attracted the attention of princes and emperors, and they went to teahouses every day to listen to stories!
Writing women's novels under the pseudonym "Chenyang Jushi" has attracted the admiration and admiration of countless ladies!
The invention of "movable type printing" enabled the paper book industry in this time and space to develop rapidly!
The verbal battle with the Confucian scholars made many literati bow their heads in submission and accept the defeat!
Modifying the crossbow can not help but speed up the firing speed of the bow and arrow, and it also makes it easier for people to master its aiming skills!
She made her own weapon with powerful destructive power to repel enemy soldiers on the battlefield! Judging from the description in the information, it should be an improvised explosive, but the formula has been destroyed by her...
There is also a black square "ancestral fairy weapon" on her body, which can light up and make sounds when opened. Legend has it that the records in it are all heavenly books! Could it be that she traveled through time with a notebook? Is it also solar powered?
She also won the unfailing love of Prince Yi, Jun Yiyao. She was the only woman in her life...
As a time-traveling heroine, Xia Huai is quite complete! Compared to her, she is simply a little white person with no ideals, no pursuits, passiveness, and inertia...
"Ye'er..." Feng Lince suddenly called.
"Huh?" Zhuo Ye recovered his thoughts and responded softly.
"In another twelve days, it will be the emperor's birthday. At that time, all countries will send envoys to celebrate his birthday. It is said that the person coming from Dayu this time is the seventh-generation grandson of Princess Yi. If Ye'er wants to know about Princess Yi,
I can find a way to let you know the detailed deeds..." Feng Linche said softly.
"Seventh generation?!" Zhuo Ye reread in a daze.
"Well..." Feng Lince rubbed Zhuo Ye's hair with his chin.
"Is there an eighth generation?" Zhuo Ye asked with twitching corners of her mouth. Subconsciously, she had always regarded Xia Chen as someone of the same age as herself. Suddenly she heard that Xia Chen's descendants had several generations, and she felt very strange in her heart.
.
"Yes." Feng Lince said calmly: "But they seem to be still very young..."
"Oh... let's talk about it then..." Zhuo Ye knew in his heart how possessive Feng Linche was about her. If he could offer to introduce her to other men, he must really not be able to bear to see her looking so lonely now.
…
Feng Lince pursed his thin lips and said no more.
Outside the door.
With a crying look on his face, Song Mo begged Qiao Ling in a low voice: "Good sister, please, please just knock on it!"
Qiao Ling rolled her eyes at Song Mo and whispered, "Who is your sister! I'm not even old as you are!"
"Then good sister, hurry up and knock!"
"Who is your sister? It's so affectionate! When did I get a brother like you? Why didn't I know?" Qiao Ling curled her lips.
"Are you going to knock or not?!" Song Mo was a little anxious.
"Don't knock!" Qiao Ling snorted and said, "You are afraid that the prince will be angry, how dare I provoke the prince!" Can she still have a good life if she disturbs the prince and the girl's good deeds? This Song Mo is really bad.
So thorough!
"But this is your girl's door. If you don't knock, who will?" Song Mo said with a straight face.
"So what if it's my girl's door? You are the one waiting for me, my lord!"
"you……"
Feng Lince's ears were so sharp that he had already heard Song Mo and Qiao Ling whispering outside the door, and couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing outside?"
When Qiao Ling and Song Mo heard this, their bodies trembled at the same time! Qiao Ling came to his senses first, poked Song Mo and said, "The prince is asking you, please speak!"
Ask me? Could it be that I’m not asking you? Song Mo glared at Qiao Ling depressedly, and then said tremblingly: "Your Majesty, Miss..."
"What are you talking about?" Feng Lince frowned and said impatiently.
"Prince Jin is here. He and the girl are waiting for him in the main hall..."
"I see."
Zhuo Ye quickly climbed up from Feng Lince's arms.
Feng Lince also got up and put on his shoes.
Zhuo Ye sighed and said, "I'm getting more and more afraid of seeing Lin Ge now..." In fact, she didn't know how to face it...
"If you are in trouble, I will talk to him another day." Feng Linche also sighed softly.
"No, I'd better talk to him in person..." Zhuo Ye paused and then said, "Well... wait until some time and choose a suitable time to talk..."
Feng Lince was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "That's fine."
The two of them straightened their messed up hair, smoothed out the wrinkles on their clothes, and walked towards the main hall together...
In the hall, "Little Baozi" was sitting in front of Feng Linge's knees, sweetly calling "Uncle Seventh Emperor", and treating Feng Linge like a little adult to drink tea and eat some fruit.
Feng Linge pinched his tender little face lovingly...
"Linge, you're here." Feng Lince entered the hall and said.
Feng Linge raised his head when he heard this and said with a smile: "Third brother, Ye'er."
"Well, Linge." Zhuo Ye, who came in later, also smiled and nodded.
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PS: Regarding Xia Chen, the next chapter is not the end. In the later stage, Xia Chen’s important relics will be handed over to Zhuo Ye.