He glanced at the yellow-haired girl coldly and said, "Photographic memory does not mean you are smart." It's just that you have a good memory.
She was so teased that her little face turned purple and white, and she almost asked Feng Ruohen to call Chu Jia over and beat him down on the spot for him to watch!
If that doesn't work, just send her troops into battle to kill the enemy!
Unexpectedly, after many years, this man talked a lot more than before, probably because he was disturbed by those old guys every morning~
Even when I open my mouth, I'm still so irritated.
They always say ‘Are you worthy?’, ‘Can you do it?’, ‘It’s just you?’…
After all, she was not as sophisticated as him. She was teased into a childlike state after just a few words, and she almost forgot what she was here for.
Silently, he understood the changes in her expression.
It is not easy for a seventeen-year-old woman to have such extraordinary courage.
It was the thoughts in her eyes that made him buy her on a whim that day at Baihua Tower.
At that moment, he only saw the most honest color in the clarity, not her touching appearance.
She endured the unfamiliar ambiguity and the courageous seduction in the end, and at most she received a half-praise and half-disgrace from him that said "the courage is commendable".
What he cares about has always been her true identity.
Is it the figure that he has longed for?
Thoughts for a long time...
This answer is left to be explored slowly in the future.
The little man standing not far from him stopped talking.
She wondered, Feng Ruohen was probably hesitating about what to do with her at this moment.
To kill or to keep?
If she wanted to kill him, she would have been ready to grease her soles and escape.
The security of Feng Wang Mansion is not as tight as imagined.
If you stay...
The doubts were getting deeper now. He exposed her but did not kill her. His tone and attitude were much better than before.
Thinking back to what Prince Wujia said last night, Feng Ruohen...does he care about 'Helan Qin'er'?
After coming back to her senses, Qin'er didn't dare to think any more, and turned to look at Feng Ruohen, who seemed to be thinking too, and smiled gently and implicitly, "Thank you for your help, Your Majesty."
He smiled faintly, with a hint of self-deprecation on his face, "You look like an old friend of my king. If not, I wouldn't have blocked that sword."