Zhuo Ye was sitting on a stone chair under the maple tree, holding a teacup and lost in thought.
Did Lian Xiao come over to say goodbye to her? Lian Qin was going to the border with General Lian, so he would go too, right? Was it too much for her to treat him like this? She didn't even give him a chance to say goodbye... No
!You can’t be soft-hearted. Since you can’t accept him, don’t give him a chance to create misunderstandings...
Zhuo Ye sighed softly in her heart. She could only hope that Lian Xiao could get out of her current situation as soon as possible...
There is also Lin Ge, I wonder how he is doing... He may not be as free and easy in his heart as he appears on the surface...
well……
"Girl, the tea in your hand is cold. Please change it to a hot cup." Qiao Ling called softly while holding the teapot that had been filled with hot water.
"Oh, okay." Zhuo Ye came back to his senses, smiled at Qiao Ling, and put the teacup in his hand back on the stone table.
Qiao Ling poured another cup of hot tea and handed it to Zhuo Ye. She raised her head and was stunned for a moment, then suddenly saluted and said, "I have met Prince Jin."
Zhuo Ye heard this and looked up, only to see Feng Linge, dressed in white, standing at the entrance of Fenglin Garden, his starry eyes looking at her tenderly and intently...
"Linge, you're here..." Zhuo Ye stood up quickly, smiled unnaturally, and greeted Feng Linge. She thought he wouldn't come to see her in the near future...
"Get up." Feng Linge nodded to Qiao Ling and said. Then he turned to Zhuo Ye and said softly and a little lonely: "I'm coming to see you..."
Qiao Ling took the tea cup and poured tea for Feng Linge, then she dodges out of the way cleverly, sighing secretly in her heart. Judging from the look on Prince Jin's face, she thought he already knew what happened between the girl and her prince... Prince Jin
It's really pitiful to fall in love with a woman who loves another man...
"Let's... sit down." Seeing Feng Linge staring at her, Zhuo Ye quickly avoided his burning gaze.
Feng Linge took two steps forward and stood in front of Zhuo Ye, looking down at her smooth and delicate face. After being silent for a while, he suddenly asked: "Ye'er, can I hug you?"
"Ah?" Zhuo Ye raised his head and looked at Feng Linge in surprise. She didn't expect that he would make such a request. For a moment, her head felt a little short-circuited!
Feng Linge didn't wait for Zhuo Ye's reply. He stretched out his hand and hugged her tightly...
Zhuo Ye was dumbfounded for a moment, then realized what he was doing and struggled quickly: "Linge, what are you doing? Let me go!"
"Ye'er, please, let me hold you for a while, just for a moment... okay..." Feng Linge refused to let go, and the tone of her voice made people want to cry...
"We... we are not suitable, Lin Ge..." Zhuo Ye gave up struggling and said in a very embarrassed tone.
"Ye'er, this is the first time I hold you, and it will also be the last time..." Feng Linge said painfully.
"Linge, you...sigh..." Zhuo Ye sighed softly, not knowing what to say. Feng Linge said this, and she really couldn't find the words to refuse...
She felt that she had really... harmed Feng Linge and Lian Xiao...
Feng Linge hugged Zhuo Ye. After a long time, until Zhuo Ye felt that her feet were sore from standing, Feng Linge let go of her a little, held her shoulders and said, "Ye'er, actually, I'm here today to talk with you.
Your farewell..."
Zhuo Ye was shocked when he heard this and asked: "Farewell? You...where are you going?"
"Tomorrow, I will go to the border of Xihe with Lien Jin." Feng Linge looked at Zhuo Ye and said.
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PS: I only have time to write so much today, and I will start with 4,000 words tomorrow.