Feng Qi smiled when he heard this and said softly: "We are the ones who put Miss Zhuo in danger, so naturally we have to protect you."
Really? Is that so? Zhuo Ye is a little confused. In this kind of feudal society, aren't classes always clear? In the eyes of the world, how does her life compare with his...
"It's getting late, you should have a good rest." Zhuo Ye sighed softly and stood up. She suddenly didn't want to explore anymore.
Zhuo Ye walked out of the bedroom. Feng Qi and Qingzhu were no longer in the small hall. She had her back to the door and stood blankly for a long time before she was about to leave. Suddenly Feng Qi's sigh came from the bedroom behind her.
Voices……
"Oh, I won't let you get hurt, and I will naturally protect you..." Feng Qi said as if to herself.
Zhuo Ye paused suddenly, then walked away quickly as if he was frightened...
The next day, just after dawn, Feng San sent a message, asking everyone to prepare and leave Zhanzhou as soon as the city gate opened.
In the carriage, Feng Qi still had a gentle smile on her face, occasionally chatting softly with Feng San and Zhuo Ye. Except that her face looked sicker than usual, she didn't show any other special emotions.
Zhuo Ye unnaturally avoided Feng Qi's gaze at first, but then he saw that his expression was as usual and suddenly felt relieved. Actually, thinking about it, Feng Qi's words last night were not a big deal. Maybe he just felt pity for her.
A helpless orphan, maybe she is too sensitive...
Feng Qi said he was thirsty, and Feng San immediately handed over the water bag. Today, the driver had replaced the green bamboo, and there were only three of them in the carriage.
Feng Qi only took a small sip, then put down the water bag and stopped drinking. Zhuo Ye noticed that Feng Qi frowned slightly when he drank the water, maybe the water was a little cold.
Zhuo Ye hesitated for a long time, then handed over his thermos cup: "Well... if you don't mind, drink this..."
Meeting Feng Qi's slightly surprised look, Zhuo Ye immediately added: "I, I brushed the cup this morning, but I haven't used it yet..."
Feng Qi did not shirk, she smiled gently at Zhuo Ye and took the thermos cup.
Holding it in his hand and looking at it carefully, Feng Qi couldn't help but admire it in his heart. It was such a delicate cup. He had long been curious about Zhuo Ye's water cup, but he had never been able to borrow it to look at.
Recalling Zhuo Ye's usual method of opening a cup, Feng Qi easily unscrewed the lid.
"Is this... hot?" Feng Qi exclaimed as she saw the heat coming out of the cup. Although her voice was not loud, it was full of disbelief.
Feng San also looked at the thermos cup in Feng Qi's hand, with a look of surprise on his face.
"Well... this cup is passed down from our ancestors and can keep warm. I don't know how..." Zhuo Ye didn't wait for the Feng brothers to ask questions and stopped the topic first. He secretly sighed in his heart that his lying skills were really good.
It’s getting more and more sophisticated! She usually fills the cup with cold water out of caution, but God knows why she went crazy this morning, and before she left, she accidentally filled the cup with hot water!
Zhuo Ye pointed to the lid of the cup in Feng Qi's other hand and said, "You can pour it here and drink it. I've also washed the lid..." By the way, she was still not used to others using her cup mouth to mouth.
And he's still a man...
"You have quite a lot of things passed down from your ancestors." Feng San raised his eyebrows and said coolly.