Chapter 258: Have you ever seen his bloodthirsty fifteen?
This is not the first time the two have met.
Before going south, Hua Shang took Qin'er into the palace. At that time, he wanted to use Feng Yao to test her. At that quick glance, Qin'er thought she had been forgotten and was crying alone in the Sutra Pavilion with red eyes.
Now think about it, when she saw Feng Yao facing other women, his concubine smiled so tenderly. No matter how much he was a puppet emperor, he still had three palaces and six courtyards. She had kept him in her heart for so long, but she still cared about it.
Their eyes were intertwined, and there was an undercurrent in their hearts. They didn't know what to say, and they both felt that they couldn't explain it clearly in a thousand words.
In the end, they just looked at each other like this. One pair of eyes was full of tolerance, while the other pair went from being entangled to calming down in the repeatedly surging emotions.
After all... it is impossible between them.
After a long silence, Feng Yao stood up from the cashmere blanket, walked slowly to Qin'er, and paused. His handsome and gentle face showed the rare vicissitudes of life at this age. His smile was still beautiful, and his voice was gentle, "Last time
I just want to tell you that the way you look now is exactly the same as how I feel in my heart, but you should smile more."
How could she still laugh...
His lips and teeth were slightly open, and he was squirming, not knowing what to say. Feng Yao had changed a lot from when he was a teenager. He was calmer and no longer joked. Even though he could smile so tenderly, he could not find it on his pure face.
Got a happy expression.
The palace, this ostentatious prison, tortured him into this state.
"What's wrong?" Seeing that Qin'er didn't speak, the smile in Feng Yao's eyes became brighter. He turned around and walked to the rows of tall wooden shelves in the garden, on which were placed various wood carvings, animals, and houses.
, the characters, as long as they are imaginable, are all present and vivid.
"These are all made for you, do you like them?"
He turned his back to her, feeling that his face should be filled with a satisfied smile, "Just think of it as a dowry for you. By the way, will your father come? I haven't seen General Helan for a long time. You don't know.
I am most afraid of him, so every time the general teaches swordsmanship, I am the most honest."
Feng Yao seemed to have met an old friend, speaking ordinary words. He knew better than anyone else that time had passed and Helan Qin'er no longer had any emotional involvement with him, so...
He turned around again, looked at the silent woman, and smiled, "Is there something you should give me back?"