He knew that this woman approached him for some purpose.
He also knew that if Feng Yao, who had been exchanging letters for many years, was imprisoned in the palace, one day, the woman would finally appear.
Will she come?
In fact, he has been waiting for that day to arrive.
So, is Lan Qin the same smart and elf girl back then?
Looking at the slightly glowing white outline, he suddenly felt a little scared again.
If she was really Qin'er, then he knew that it would be too cruel to give her to Wu Jia so simply, even for a trial.
However, his kindness is rarely shown.
Looking at her intact now, she feels happy.
After all, he cared too much about that person.
In the darkness, it seemed that the woman had a victorious smile on her lips, somewhat proud of herself.
Not only was he not annoyed, he was also patiently waiting for her next move with interest.
"Your Majesty, do your words still count?" After the clear words, the room became bright.
She lit the lamp on the desk.
In the silence, Feng Ruohen stood at the entrance, facing the woman sitting on the chair. His eyes were calm and deep, longer than the night. If you are not careful, you will fall deeply into it.
Never come out again.
The inexplicable feeling in her heart came up again, Qin'er quietly reminded herself: Don't be afraid, he is just Feng Ruohen...
Because he is Feng Ruohen...
Why is he... Feng Ruohen.
I don’t know if it’s because the night is getting dark, making everything around me completely silent.
The rich night gave Helan Qin'er the strength to look at him without dodging.
She was afraid of him, but had to get close to him.
The room was silent, except for the cold wind rushing in from the front door, whistling...
After looking at each other for a while, Feng Ruohen's Qingjun face seemed to have a deep smile, very shallow and light.
Then he raised his steps, walked to a distance away from her, put his hands on the desk, got close to her face, and looked at her carefully.
It's still the same makeup I saw in the carriage during the day, but I don't know why.
Under the shadow of candles in the middle of the night, it looks unusually moving than in the dim carriage.