The prince is too bad, the princess is too strange

"Little Baozi" threw himself heavily on Feng Linge: "Of course Xuan'er misses the seventh emperor uncle!" This is his favorite emperor uncle, and he always has a smile on his face that he can't help but want to get close to. , never as fierce as the father!He always coaxes him to play and make him happy, but it's a pity that his father doesn't allow him to come and annoy Uncle Seventh Emperor...

Feng Linge groaned when he was bumped by the small body of "Little Baozi", and after shaking for a few times, he stabilized his body.

Qingzhu behind him finally came to his senses, and hurriedly stepped forward to support his master, with cold sweat dripping down his forehead, he glanced at "Little Baozi", and swallowed back the scolding that was about to slip out.

Feng Lince stepped forward, grabbed "Little Baozi" by the collar with a livid face, lifted him up, and shouted in a cold voice: "Who made you rush over like this?! There are no rules or rules, Have you forgotten how to walk?!"

"Little Baozi" drooped his limbs, his mouth was flattened, and tears were in his eyes. He was afraid and wronged, and didn't understand that he had made a mistake.

"Third brother, I'm fine, don't blame Xuan'er." Feng Linge said quickly.

"My lord, give me a hug." Zhuo Ye stepped forward, reached out and rescued "Little Baozi" from Feng Lince's grasp: "Little Shizi didn't do it on purpose, don't scare him."

Feng Lince frowned and stared at "Little Baozi", but said nothing.

"You... are you okay?" Zhuo Ye patted the "little bun" in his arms, turned his head to look at Feng Linge, and asked worriedly.

I haven't seen him for a few days, his body...how could he be so weak that he can't even hold a child...

"Don't worry, it's okay." Feng Linge showed a smile intended to reassure her, and then said: "I'm afraid the rain is about to fall, so go in quickly."

in the main hall.

Feng Lince only sat there for a moment, then gave Qing Zhu a wink, turned and left.

After Qingzhu glanced at Feng Linge, she got up and took an oil-paper umbrella, and quickly followed her out.

There was no special change on Feng Linge's face, he only ordered his servants to prepare a bigger dinner.

"Little Baozi" saw that his father was not there, so he changed from a "shrunken bun" to an "inflatable bun". Feng Linge.

Feng Linge looked softly at Zhuo Ye who was sitting opposite, holding a teacup quietly, and asked softly, "Miss Zhuo is still used to living in Prince Rui's Mansion?"

Zhuo Ye nodded, and politely replied: "Thank you, Lord, for remembering, Zhuo Ye is fine."

Hearing Zhuo Ye's tone and address, Feng Linge's expression darkened, and he murmured: "That's good..."

Zhuo Ye didn't answer, and the atmosphere was a bit dull.

Feng Linge sighed softly, and said again: "Miss Zhuo, do you really want to be so unfamiliar and polite?" Thinking of the journey from Fengcheng to Shengjing, although Zhuo Ye's attitude was lukewarm, it was not enough. So respectful and polite, silent and cautious...

Zhuo Ye's lips moved, but he still didn't know what to say, so he could only continue to remain silent.

"My identity... If I could choose, I would rather give it up..." Feng Linge sighed again, his tone full of helplessness and sadness. He has been implicated by this seemingly glamorous and noble identity for so many years. very tired of...