"Si Fengshen, all of my good intentions have been treated as a donkey's liver and lungs, so you can be tortured to death by cold on the way." Ye Lingyue picked up a lucky crane before her mouth calmed down.
She had given away this box of things for more than a year, unexpectedly, Feng Xin didn't use any of them, and the tripod breath on it was still there.
After flipping through it a few times, Ye Lingyue found that these lucky cranes were a little different. There were some new folds on them. It looked as if someone had disassembled them and folded them again.
The other party is not an alchemist, and the folding technique is not proficient, so these new folds appear.
Ye Lingyue was surprised, and took apart one of the lucky cranes. Inside the talisman paper, there were a few more words.
When she saw those words, Ye Lingyue shook her fingertips, and the piece of paper fell to the ground.
"Feng Xin, I like Ye Lingyue."
Seven words, very clear.
He quickly took apart several Fuhes, each with the same seven characters inside.
In my mind, a picture appeared, the sick and pale young man sat and waited, holding a pen, and wrote down these seven words one by one.
As if he was afraid of being discovered, he clumsily hid these words and his own intentions in Fuhe.
Ninety-nine lucky cranes, ninety-nine sentences, Fengxin likes Ye Lingyue.
In an instant, it was woven into a net, enveloping Ye Lingyue's heart in it.
The earlier depression was replaced by a weird sense of joy, but at the same time, he was a little annoyed.
"Little Zhi, Feng Xin is your boss, right? Are you such a dog?" Ye Lingyue gave Xiao Zhi a big chestnut, and the latter blinked his big eyes cutely.
"Zhi yo (Boss, I'm the boss's little Zhi, Fengmei is so pitiful)"
"Why is he so pitiful? When he sent the things back, he didn't think about my feelings." Ye Lingyue curled her lips, looked at the box, and then at those lucky cranes. Ye Lingyue felt something in her heart. In one place, a hole was missing, and that hole was gradually widened.
On the official road, Feng Xin's carriage stopped by the side of the road.
The knife slave has asked several times, but the prince has not spoken.
"My lord, if you don't hurry, you won't be able to reach the nearest town before dark." Dao Nu didn't know what the lord's intention was.
He only knew that since the prince sent the box out, he seemed to be dead and lifeless.
If I knew this earlier, why would I say that to Miss Ye.
Dao Nu doesn't understand the relationship between men and women, but he is not stupid. He can see that at least Miss Ye doesn't hate the prince. At least, compared to "that one", Miss Ye can even be said to be I like the prince.
That feeling may not be considered love, but it is almost far away.
The knife slave scratched his head, and was about to persuade the prince to go on the road again, when there was a voice behind him.
"Ye, Miss Ye..." Dao Nu was completely dumbfounded, he couldn't be delusional.
When he heard the voice of the sword slave, Feng Xin's face suddenly glowed with vitality, and he almost eagerly opened the curtain of the car.
In front of the car, there is no shadow of Ye Lingyue.
"Miss Ye's puppy." Dao Nu pointed to the front of the car, and saw Xiao Zhiyo dragging a box, trying to crawl forward.
Feng Xin's face sank, and she glared at Dao Nu angrily.
He decided to deduct the salary of the knife slave as soon as he returned to Beiqing, severely deducting it.
"Little Zhi, why are you here?" Feng Xin got out of the car, hugged Xiao Zhi, and looked at the wooden box again.
Didn't Dao Nu say that Ye Lingyue had already lost those Fuhes, or that Xiaozhi was afraid that he would be sad, so he picked them up again.
"Zhi yo (The boss asked me to see him off, she said she was still angry)"
Unfortunately, Feng Xin couldn't understand Xiao Zhiyo's words, he just picked up the box.
The moment the box was opened, the lucky cranes that were originally lying in the box flew out.
Ninety-nine lucky cranes surrounded Feng Xin.
"Smelly Fengxin, if you dare to throw away my things next time, you will never go back to Daxia again."
The annoyed and angry female voice was a bit complaining, but also a bit coquettish, the familiar voice made Feng Xin startled.
It was only then that he discovered that the ninety-nine lucky cranes were not the ninety-nine that he returned to Ye Lingyue earlier.
These are ninety-nine new lucky cranes, which means... her heart beat violently as if it was about to jump out of her chest, and Feng Xin couldn't help covering her heart.
She found out.
The secret of the ninety-nine lucky cranes
On Feng Xin's frowning face, the rain was over and the sky was sunny.
He won the bet.
He clearly knew that he shouldn't like Ye Lingyue, and shouldn't get too close to her, but his heart couldn't help falling on her.
Finally, Feng Xin decided to take a gamble and send these lucky cranes back.
If Ye Lingyue didn't discover the secret in Fuheli, he would give up.
If she finds out, he...
This was the last chance Feng Xin gave him, and it was also the only time he acted against his will since he was a child.
Therefore, when Feng Xin heard the knife slave say that Ye Lingyue threw away the wooden box without even looking at it, his heart sank.
Unexpectedly, Ye Lingyue finally found out.
"Little Zhi, you are really my lucky star." Feng Xin hugged Xiao Zhi, and laughed loudly.
The knife slave was stunned, what's wrong with the young master, isn't it just a box of lucky cranes, why does he look like a different person completely.
Also, what did Miss Ye mean by that sentence just now? Did she forgive the young master
These two people were still arguing one moment earlier, why the next moment... Dao Nu silently expressed his incomprehension.
"Slave of the knife, let's go back to Beiqing." Feng Xin put away the box, and Xiao Zhi went back to report with joy.
The carriage rolled forward, and Feng Xin sat on the carriage with an unprecedented solemn expression on his face.
"This time, I won't let anyone, not even 'him'." Feng Xin tightly clenched the box in her hand, as if the box was more important than his life.
It was as if a strange force had grown out of the formerly weak and sickly body, making Feng Xin look different
Feng Xin's carriage turned around the official road and gradually disappeared.
Ye Lingyue stood outside the temporary barracks, watching the carriage drift away.
"Hey, I seem to have done something wrong again." Ye Lingyue sighed, holding a wooden box exactly like Feng Xin's in her hand.
Subconsciously, Ye Lingyue also knew that she shouldn't maintain such a close relationship with Feng Xin, but she just couldn't hurt Feng Xin cruelly.
"Prince Feng is gone?"
Lan Caier poked out a face and looked at Ye Lingyue with a smile.
She knew that Ling Yue would not treat Feng Xin so cruelly.
Feng Xin is such a slender and beautiful man, which woman can really be ruthless and reject him.