Returning to the small courtyard, Liu Yusheng whispered goodbye at the bifurcation between the guest room and the inner courtyard.
The man stood there and watched her go away.
Qian Wanjin hasn't come back yet, and the guest room is quiet.
Sitting by the bed, Liu Yusheng couldn't help thinking of that person.
The wind and green cypresses are like their name, and the breeze is bright and the moon is like cypresses like pine.
He is very restrained in dealing with others, restrained at a distance that is polite and not too distant.
When speaking, his eyes were soft and soft, which made people feel undisturbed.
The Regent, the King of Nanling.
Standing so high, he should be someone who has experienced thousands of sails, but he couldn't find a trace of coldness in him.
It seems to be born, that is a person with beautiful scenery in the moonlight.
Moreover, for such a high-ranking person, she can't even feel the sense of distance from him.
The way he looked at her made her feel that she was on the same level as him.
In the inner courtyard, Feng Qingbai was sitting on the armchair, looking at his right hand with a little disappointment.
Just now, her eyelashes were gently brushed on the palm of his hand, and the delicate touch of her skin still remained on it.
After nine years, I touched her again and again, which was actually the case.
He promised to take her to the inn, he had anticipated what scene she would see, he did it on purpose.
He wanted her to see clearly that he was living in such an environment.
At all times, there are people calculating him, and at all times, there are people who want him to die.
His life is fighting every moment.
She should be scared, so stay away from him when she sees it again.
But at the last moment, he still couldn't help covering her eyes, unwilling to see the dirty and bloody eyes of those clean and clear eyes.
It is not so much that he is scaring her to make her scared, it is better to say that he is forcing himself to stay away.
"Uncle Emperor, can you still find that person?" The boy sat in a corner and asked softly.
Since returning from going out, the emperor has been sitting there in a daze, his expression and eyes are very different from usual.
This strange change made him feel uneasy.
"This king will try his best." The man said, "If you can't find it, then look for other methods. If all the methods fail, then you will be mentally prepared for life and death."
Words that are very ruthless, really vomit out of the man's mouth, but the young man feels that there is a kind of inexplicable steadfastness.
At least, he didn't use nice words to deceive him like everyone else.
"Uncle Emperor, if I really die, can you not bury me alone in a tomb, let me bury me and my parents together." The boy's voice was calm, and there was a faint period in his eyes looking at the man. Hope.
Even if he had never seen it before, he wanted to be buried with them.
If they were alive, he thought, they would love him.
Daddy's love and mother-in-law's love, after death, he can always experience it.
Feng Qingbai stared at the young man for a while, and said, "Okay."
"Thank you, Uncle Emperor!" A happy smile appeared on the boy's face.
If he used to make such excessive demands, the emperor would not pay attention to him.
He was very happy to be able to agree so simply today.
Uncle Huang is a person who will do it if he agrees, so he is not afraid to lie to him.
Only when the time comes, in order to fulfill the promise, the emperor is afraid that he will have a good game with those humeral veterans in the DPRK.
After the emperor died, he was buried with his parents. There has never been a precedent in the first court.
At noon, Fu Bo came to report that the girl living in the guest house had eaten lunch and stopped.
The boy saw that the uncle's face was soft and gentle.
After that, Wei Zi came to report on the progress of the disappearance of Baicaogumen.
Taking advantage of no one's attention, the boy slipped out of the room quietly.
He saw the scene in the morning.
At that time, he was standing by the window of the Flower Hall, just seeing that scene in his eyes.
He saw that the emperor uncle took the initiative to talk to the woman.
With an expression he had never seen before.
Vaguely, he always felt that this woman was a bit like the girl who had a glimpse of yesterday on the street, and the emperor's uncle's reaction was particularly violent at that time.
He didn't expect that the woman would actually live in the guest house, and the emperor's uncle is still taking care of other people's daily life and eating, and he absolutely does not believe that there is no weirdness.
He wanted to see who the woman was.
"Master, the emperor slipped to the guest house quietly." The young man didn't know that he had been beaten on the back foot when he had just left.
The man who was listening to the report paused, and after a moment, "No need to stop."
The young man didn't know that unless someone was willing to let him go, he would not be able to get out of this room at all.
He tiptoed into the guest house all the way, feeling a thrill of being a thief. The boy wiped his face, straightened his mind, and at the same time straightened his arched waist.
Walking along the eaves of the corridor, looking in from the open windows of each guest room, he quickly found the person he was looking for.
The girl fell asleep, her face was peaceful, she looked very well-behaved.
His fair face was flushed with a hint of flushing, and his skin could be broken by blowing.
It has a pretty Qiqiong nose and a small rhomboid mouth.
The combination is at most a delicate and beautiful woman, barely watching.
The boy cast his lips in disappointment, "It's not that pretty either."
It's far worse than the charming beauties in the palace.
How could he make the emperor treat him differently
With his elbows resting on the windowsill and supporting his jaw, the boy continued to look at the face unwillingly, trying to find a unique bright spot. There must be something attractive that he didn't find, otherwise, based on this face alone, he would bet that the emperor wouldn't even look at her.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" It wasn't until those lightly closed eyes opened and looked at him openly that the young man was surprised.
The bright spot is those eyes.
It is as clean and clear as the sky washed by rain, without a trace of impurities.
But it is not the kind of innocence that is nearly innocent, but the purity that does not hide dirt.
"Look at it?" Liu Yusheng got up, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the half-year-old boy at the window amusedly, "Don't you know it's impolite to stare at the girl's house like this?"
In this ancient time, this age can also be called the prodigal son of Dengtu.
"Then why are you not angry?" Why are you not angry when you think he is impolite? Shouldn't it be the same as those women, Huarong turned pale and yelled Dengtuzi crying Ewha with rain
The teenager did not have the guilty conscience of being caught, but instead brought more curiosity in his eyes.
Liu Yusheng laughed, his smart eyes bent into beautiful crescents, "Because your eyes are very upright."
She could still tell Deng's disciple's eyes from purely sizing eyes.
Well, the young man nodded, his smile is also a bright spot.
Reluctantly counted as her passing.
In fact, it doesn't matter what he thinks of her. The key is that the emperor likes her, and it doesn't matter to him at all. The teenager just doesn't admit it.
The emperor's uncle agreed to let him be buried with his parents in the future, he should be able to trust him a little bit more.
The two have no father or mother, and they can be counted as dependent on each other for eight years.
Since he is fond of this woman, it makes sense for him to help him with his palms, as it should.