The prince is too bad, the princess is too strange

Prince Jin's Mansion, in Feng Linge's study.

"Alas..." Qingzhu looked at Feng Lingge who was sitting in front of the table reading a book, and sighed for the nth time. In other words, his prince has been reading the book for more than an hour in such a posture, but the book does not even Didn't turn a page...

Glancing at Feng Linge who was "reading" with a smile like a spring breeze on his face, Qingzhu sighed again: "Alas..." Their prince is bewitched...

"Dangdangdang..." There was a knock on the door, and then there was a soft female voice outside the door: "My lord, this servant has brought you ginseng soup..."

Feng Linge moved his body and came back to his senses.

Qing Zhu didn't wait for Feng Linge to signal, she walked to the door, opened the door, took the ginseng soup from the maid, turned and went back to her room.Take out a silver needle and insert it into the soup.

Feng Linge watched Qingzhu's movements, and sighed inwardly: It's unnecessary...

After Qingzhu confirmed that the ginseng soup was fine, she handed it to Feng Linge and said, "My lord, drink it while it's hot..."

"Oh, good." Feng Linge put down the book in his hand, took the soup bowl, blew lightly on it, put it down, and continued to trance...

"My lord..." Qingzhu called helplessly.

"Ok?"

"If you don't drink it, this ginseng soup will be cold..."

"Oh..." Feng Linge picked up the soup bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and said, "It's done."

Qingzhu shook her head, picked up the empty bowl, opened the door, and handed it to the maid waiting at the door.When she turned around, she saw that Feng Linge had already spread the rice paper on the table.

Qingzhu hurried over to grind ink for Feng Linge.

Feng Linge picked up the brush and dipped it in the ink, but the pen hung on the paper for a long time without leaving a single word...

"My lord..." Qingzhu couldn't bear it anymore, and called out again.

"Huh?" Feng Linge turned his head sideways, looked at Qingzhu's hesitant expression, and asked, "Do you have something to say?"

"That..." Qingzhu gritted her teeth, and said as if she was going all out: "My lord, if you really like that Miss Zhuo, you can ask Lord Rui for her, let's take it..."

"What did you say?" Feng Linge asked in surprise.

Qingzhu pursed her lips, and boldly said: "My lord, look at you now, it seems... like you have lost your soul..."

"Shut up!" Feng Linge yelled abruptly, and said with a cold face, "Stop talking nonsense!"

"Where am I talking nonsense! You clearly... clearly..." Qingzhu was a little dissatisfied, but seeing Feng Linge who was rarely angry, his face was really ugly now, and he didn't dare to say any more.

"You go out first."

"Yes... lord..." Qing Zhu walked to the door, looked back at Feng Linge, and sighed for the N+N time: "Oh..." Shaking his head, he opened the door and went out.

Feng Linge put down the pen in his hand, sat in front of the table and was lost in thought for a long time, he was shocked by Qingzhu's words, so it turns out that he likes Miss Zhuo's strange and subtle feelings?It turns out that liking someone...that's how it feels...

After a long time, Feng Linge picked up the pen again, and wrote two lines on the rice paper: "Those with luxuriant roots are actually successful, and those who are rich in ointment are bright." This is exactly what she used to explain herself when she first met Zhuo Ye. Those two words of the name...

After another half hour, Feng Linge pulled a wry smile, so what if he likes it?Such a smart, beautiful woman, how could he have the heart to ruin the rest of her life...

He who has always been indifferent and casual, has never hated his broken body like this... hated the person who wanted to destroy him...

It has never been like this, longing for a healthy body...

"Ye'er..." Feng Linge stretched out his slender fingers, rubbing back and forth the dry word "Ye" on the paper, and murmured softly...