Feng Xingying and Ye Lingxin have almost identical facial features and very similar temperaments, even their frowning expressions are very similar.
But they were never the same person. The person who left the portrait of Ye Lingxin painted it extremely delicately, making Ye Lingxin lifelike, which allowed Qin Molin to distinguish the difference between her and Feng Xingying.
Qin Molin also took out a portrait that he drew for Feng Xingying with his own hands based on his memory.
Seeing that portrait, Ye Jingning was lost for a long time and couldn't help but mutter to himself: "They are different after all."
"What are your plans? You should know that the temple is looking for you. And Xiaoying is old and should integrate into this world. If you are really good for her, you shouldn't be so selfish." Qin Molin did not intend to worry about Xiaoying's identity anymore. Ye Jingning refused to admit it, and he had no evidence.
Yes, speaking of selfishness, Qin Molin admitted that he is also selfish.
If he had discovered Feng Xingying first, he would have kept her around him, even more so than Ye Jingning.
But he was different, he was Feng Xingying's man, and Ye Jingning was just her apprentice.
"She looks like Feng Xingying. You can ask the saint Ye Nian to adopt her as an adopted daughter. It can also comfort the saint's pain of losing her daughter. I heard that your saint's heart disease has occurred again.
Or are you afraid? "
"If I were afraid, I wouldn't take her to see you." Ye Jingning laughed out loud: "I like her, but I will give her freedom and let her choose. She is not Feng Xingying. When she grows up, , if she still insists on marrying me, I will marry her no matter how powerful my opponent is. There are no taboos between master and disciple in our Divine Phoenix Realm."
"I won't give up." A cold look flashed in Qin Molin's eyes. He still misjudged Ye Jingning.
It turned out that Ye Jingning was really after Feng Xingying, so Qin Molin could be more sure that Xiaoying was Feng Xingying.
Because Ye Jingning had this look when he looked at Feng Xingying, and it hadn't changed.
It's just that he didn't have the chance at that time, so he was always depressed. Now, he has a chance.
Qin Molin didn't say anything, but just said lightly: "I'm going to see the saint tomorrow. You take Xiaoying with me."
This is a command tone, not a discussion.
"good."
Qin Molin didn't sleep all night, so he stood quietly outside Xiaoying's cabin. He didn't dare to enter the house for fear of scaring her. He didn't want to leave. After finally finding her, he wanted to keep the closest distance to her.
Of course he wanted to hold her, but he couldn't. That would frighten her and make her hate him and stay away from him.
Qin Molin sat outside the house, quietly took out his guqin and started playing.
The sob-like sound of the piano accompanies Xiaoying into her dreams. The corners of her lips couldn't help but curve into a beautiful curve, remembering something.
Ye Jingning lived in the house next door to Feng Xingying. He looked at Qin Molin outside the house through the window and listened to the sound of his piano. He was also very confused.
He wants to fulfill his master, but if he lets go this time, he may never get the chance again. Fortunately, Xiaoying is still young and he still has a thousand years to struggle.
Ye Jingning still respects Feng Xingying deep down. She is Xiaoying, and she is also Feng Xingying. When Xiaoying was five years old, he forced her to sleep in a separate room. He told her that a woman could only sleep in the same room as her husband.
At that time, Xiaoying said that she would marry him, which made him happy for a long time.
It's a pity that it was just a joke made by a child.
Qin Molin didn't feel it himself. It was Xiaoying who took the initiative to find him, Xiaoying was very interested in him, and Xiaoying also liked him very much.
Can this kind of love that is engraved into the soul really be replaced