"Little Baozi" threw himself heavily on Feng Linge: "Of course Xuan'er misses the Seventh Emperor!" This is his favorite uncle, and he always has a smile on his face that makes him want to get close to him.
, he has never been as fierce as his father! He always coaxes him to play and makes him happy, but it is a pity that his father does not allow him to bother the seventh emperor uncle often...
Feng Linge grunted as he was hit by "Little Baozi"'s flying body. After shaking for a few times, he steadied himself on the ground.
Qingzhu behind him finally reacted and quickly stepped forward to support his master. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. He glanced at "Little Baozi" and forcefully swallowed back the yell that was about to slip out of his mouth.
Feng Lince stepped forward in a few steps, grabbed the "little bun" by the collar with a livid face, lifted him up, and shouted in a cold voice: "Who told you to rush over like this?! There are no rules, no rules,
Have you forgotten how to walk?!"
The "little bun" drooped his limbs, flattened his mouth, and had tears in his eyes. He was scared and aggrieved, and didn't understand that he had made a mistake.
"Your Highness, please give me a hug." Zhuo Ye stepped forward and reached out to rescue the "little bun" from Feng Lince's hand: "The young prince didn't do it on purpose. Don't scare him."
Feng Lince frowned and glared at "Little Bun" without saying anything.
"You...are you okay?" Zhuo Ye patted the "little bun" in his arms, turned to look at Feng Linge, and asked worriedly.
We haven't seen each other for just a few days, how could his body... be so weak that he can't even carry a child...
"Don't worry, it's okay." Feng Linge showed a smile that was meant to reassure her, and then said, "I'm afraid it's going to rain. Come in quickly."
In the main hall.
Feng Lince only sat there for a moment, then glanced at Qingzhu, turned around and went out.
After Qingzhu glanced at Feng Linge, he stood up, took an oil-paper umbrella, and quickly followed him out.
There were no special changes in Feng Lin's singing, except that he ordered his servants to prepare a rich dinner.
Seeing that his father was not here, the "little bun" recovered from the "wilt bun" to the "inflatable bun". He climbed up and down the room mischievously and had a great time. He just didn't dare to stick to it anymore.
Feng Linge.
Feng Linge looked softly at Zhuo Ye, who was sitting opposite, holding a teacup quietly, and asked softly: "Miss Zhuo, are you still used to living in Prince Rui's Mansion?"
Zhuo Ye nodded and replied politely: "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. Zhuo Ye is fine."
Feng Linge's expression darkened when he heard Zhuo Ye's tone and address, and murmured: "That's good..."
Zhuo Ye didn't answer, and the atmosphere was a bit dull.
Feng Linge sighed softly and asked, "Does Miss Zhuo really want to be so rude and polite?" Thinking of Zhuo Ye's attitude on the way from Fengcheng to Shengjing, although Zhuo Ye's attitude was also lukewarm, it was not too cold.
So respectful and polite, silent and reserved...
Zhuo Ye's lips moved, but he still didn't know what to say, so he could only remain silent.
"My identity... If I could choose, I would rather give it up..." Feng Linge sighed quietly again, his tone full of helplessness and sadness. He has been dragged down by this seemingly glorious and noble identity for so many years. It's really...