Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Brother Ye Qi, what are you doing?" Wen Xiaoai looked at Ye Qi, who was kneeling beside her.

"Brother Ye Qi accompany you." Ye Qi smiled and said.

"You still have injuries."

"It's okay."

"No, get up quickly and leave me alone." Wen Xiaoai said, pulling Ye Qi's arm upwards.

"Then you obediently wipe the medicine and get up."

"I don't want it." Wen Xiaoai angered, and said that he would not accept any softness.

So, in the hall.

The two were just kneeling.

Feng Litan stood by, with his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth.

After I knelt for several hours, my knees hurt and numb, and my waist was sore that I couldn't straighten up.

With the frosty air hitting her heart, Wen Xiaoai was cold and hungry.

Feng Lidan went to the patriarch again in the afternoon, and didn't know what he said. When he came back, his face was particularly ugly. He must have been arguing with the patriarch again.

There was also Elder Ye who came with Feng Lidan.

Elder Ye persuaded him for a while to no avail, then left.

late at night

The candlelight flickered in the hall, and the cold wind continued to pour in from outside, making people's teeth tremble with the cold.

Feng Lidan took the food, but Wen Xiaoai didn't move a bit.

The waist is still straight, kneeling meticulously.

"Ahem..."

Ye Qi's cough suddenly sounded in the silent hall.

After that, he coughed like he was seriously ill.

"Ahem... Ahem..."

"Brother Ye Qi." Wen Xiaoai looked at Ye Qi worriedly.

Feng Lidan also hurried over: "What's the matter?"

"...It's okay, cough cough..." Ye Qi, who had a bad face, turned blue after knelt for a few hours.

"Get up first." Feng Lidan helped Ye Qi get up, but Ye Qi pushed away and refused.

"It doesn't get in the way."

"Are you two going to **** me off? It's hard to deal with one of them, and you will add chaos." Feng Lidan yelled at him while noisy, and took medicine for him.

"Ahem..." Ye Qi's cough got worse, and he couldn't even speak.

"Brother Ye Qi, don't kneel after me."

Wen Xiaoai was uncomfortable at first, and now his chest was sore.

"It's okay."

After taking the medicine, Ye Qi finally stopped coughing.

Outside the hall, two figures stood there silently, watching the two kneeling inside the hall.

After a sigh, one person turned and left.

The other person also left.

"The Patriarch..."

As soon as Elder Ye spoke, the patriarch interrupted.

"Leave them on their knees." The patriarch's words were somewhat helpless and exhausted.

With that, he walked forward...

As the night gets deeper, the temperature gets lower and lower.

Wen Xiaoai trembled with cold, her face was pale, and she missed the heating in her and Jun Moyan's room, and Jun Moyan's embrace.

Ye Qi's situation beside her was not much better than her.

After gritting his teeth and carrying it all night, Wen Xiaoai shook his body a little, and only felt that his head was dizzy and uncomfortable.

So sleepy, she pinched her arm severely, forcing herself to cheer up.

Both legs were kneeling and unconscious, and I didn't know how many times they were numb all night.

Wen Xiaoai's breath became more and more unstable, and her eyes turned black.

"Boom."

"Xiao Ai."

"Little princess."

Finally, Wen Xiaoai tilted and fainted to the side.

Princess Palace——

"Jun Mo Yan..."

"Jun Mo Yan..."

Ye Qi looked at the bed unconscious, his face pale. Wen Xiaoai, who kept calling Jun Moyan, only felt the heartache was unbearable.