Ye Feibai took a sip of his wine slowly, his eyes filled with endless thoughts: "Ying'er, where are you, are you doing well?"
He lowered his eyes. After five years of separation, he often saw her in his dreams, and when he woke up, he drew her like crazy. He was afraid that after a long time, he would not be able to remember her appearance.
The sunset was falling little by little, and the wine in the glass was already empty.
He took out his jade flute from his bosom, and a sad tune flowed out from his flute, it was the song You Are My Eyes.
Ling Feng hid in the dark, listening to the sound of the flute, he felt that the sadness could break people's hearts.
Ye Feibai's eyes narrowed slightly, repeating the song over and over again, watching the setting sun slide down bit by bit.
Is it because I still lost you after all, from now on the world is far away, it is hard to be affectionate
Ying'er, don't you want to see our son at all? He is so cute and outstanding, and he misses you very much.
The afterglow disappeared, the sky gradually darkened, and the music stopped abruptly. He stared at the empty place in the distance in a daze.
Her shiny black hair hung down her back, slightly disheveled by the breeze.
Looking at Ye Feibai's back, Ling Feng felt distressed. He stepped forward and said softly, "My lord, go home."
Ye Feibai didn't answer him, and he's going back to face the empty palace again, is it emotional
Ling Feng said again in a low voice: "Xiao Shizi is waiting for you at home, and even wrote you a letter."
Ye Feibai took the letter from Ling Feng.
There are only two words on the letter: "Don't read."
The handwriting is much neater than last time.
He thought of that little stubborn face, his heart softened, and the corners of his thin lips could not help but rise slightly. He stood up and walked to the tent: "Send the order, and the master will return to the court tomorrow."
Ye Feibai was thinking about his thoughts in his heart, and rushed back quickly.
After arriving in the capital, he first went to the palace to return to his command.
The northern border has been disturbed by Beimu for so many years, which is a heartache in Emperor Ming's heart. This time Ye Feibai solved the disaster, Emperor Ming was very happy.
After Ye Feibai came over, Emperor Ming praised his performance on the battlefield.
He asked some more questions about the battlefield, and Ye Feibai answered carefully.
Emperor Ming's face became more joyful, and he rewarded Ye Feibai with many treasures.
There was no unnecessary expression on Ye Feibai's face, and he saluted Emperor Ming respectfully: "Thank you, Father."
Emperor Ming looked at Ye Feibai carefully, and felt that he lacked arrogance and publicity, and he looked lifeless.
Since Ying'er left, he has always looked like this, depressed.
He never remarried, nor did he have any other women around him.
Emperor Ming sighed. He felt that it had been five years, and any sad things should have passed: "I met Princess Panyang a few days ago. She has grown up, she is very beautiful, and she can play the pipa well..."
A mocking smile curled up on Ye Feibai's lips: "Father, are you going to arrange a marriage for your son?"
"You have been lonely and widowed for many years, and there is no one to take care of you. I look at Princess Panyang..."
Ye Feibai's deep eyes instantly revealed a sharp light, and his phoenix eyes were half-closed: "If the father has nothing else to do, my son will retire first!"
"You!" The smile on Emperor Ming's face receded a little bit, and anger flowed from his eyes, "Feibai, don't forget your identity, you are the prince!"
Ye Feibai's voice was cold: "My son always remembers."
Emperor Ming knew that he was getting old, Feiling died suddenly a few years ago, Feixu had no interest in political affairs, and Feimo was a little less qualified. Of the two children, Feibai and Feifan, he liked the former more, but in this matter he He was disappointed time and time again.
Emperor Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, and his voice became severe: "Are you going to never marry for life?"
Ye Feibai's eyes were firm, and he said word by word: "I only have Ying'er in this life, and I can't tolerate other women in my heart."
"Ying'er is no longer in this world, how long do you have to guard her?!" Emperor Ming's breathing became a little heavier, knowing that Ye Feibai's temperament would be soft and not hard, and he forcefully suppressed his fire, "Feibai , if you don’t think about yourself, you should also think about Xiao Nian.”
Ye Feibai smiled coldly, and his voice was indifferent: "Nian'er is still waiting for me at home, and I will take my leave first."
Emperor Ming looked at his back as he left, and he began to regret whether it was right or wrong to grant marriage to the two.
Emperor Ming found that Ye Feibai's right foot was slightly sluggish, and his heart softened, and he no longer mentioned his marriage.
He called out to him: "Feibai, I asked the imperial doctor to come over and look at your legs."
"Thank you, father." Ye Feibai's leg bones were aching, but this time, he did not refuse.
Imperial Physician Wang rushed over quickly. After taking Ye Feibai's pulse, he said, "The prince has been fighting for the past few years and has not had a good rest. It has rained for the past two days, which caused the prince's old illness to relapse... My minister here There are a few plasters that can relieve the pain for a while, but the symptoms are not cured, so you should take a good rest."
Emperor Ming pondered for a while, and said to Ye Feibai: "I heard that the hot springs in Nanyang are very good and can help your leg ailments. How about this? I will send someone to build a separate courtyard there, and you can take Xiao Nian there to recuperate. a period of time."
Ye Feibai remembered that he had really neglected Xiao Nian in the past few years. He wanted to give him everything he had and wanted him to become stronger, so he kept letting him learn this and that, and put a hand on him. heavy burden.
He should also take him out to have a good time, he immediately agreed: "Thank you, Father."
Ye Feibai hurriedly left the imperial study, before leaving the palace, happened to meet the queen mother who was taking a walk in the imperial garden.
After the heavy rain, the flowers in the imperial garden look more and more beautiful.
"Feibai, you are back." The Queen Mother called Feibai to stop, and Feibai realized that there was still a woman standing beside her.
The woman looked less than eighteen years old, wearing a purple brocade gauze skirt that stretched across the floor, her black and bright hair exuded luster, her face was exquisite, her eyes were watery, and she had a slight smile.
She was looking at Ye Feibai at the moment, and two blushes quickly appeared on her fair skin.
The queen mother looked at Ye Feibai lovingly, and pointed to the woman beside her: "This is Princess Panyang, she is..."
Ye Feibai glanced at her indifferently, what kind of eyes are these, deep and strange, cold and bloodthirsty, making one's heart tremble.
The Queen Mother's words stopped immediately.
She thought of the tragic death of Princess Xinyun and Ye Yanran before, and she didn't have the courage to say anything later.
Ye Feibai turned and left.
The Empress Dowager looked at Ye Feibai's back with lingering fears, she didn't take what he said five years ago to heart at all.
But she didn't expect that he had been obsessed with a woman for so many years.
In this way, she dared not mention his marriage again.