"Yes, I will! Don't worry, Master!" Ling Tian nodded firmly. For Yuanfeng, he would sacrifice anything, including his own life.

"Who's eavesdropping outside?" Suddenly, Yuanfeng's face turned cold, and he quickly rushed towards the door. He opened the door with his right hand and the folding fan in his hand had already thrown towards the outside. With a "pop", it was the soup bowl.

There was a sound of falling to the ground, and the apricot-yellow Weicao fell to the ground with a pale face, looking at him in horror.

"It's you!" Yuanfeng frowned tightly and looked at Tiny Herb with an ugly expression, "Why are you standing outside the door and eavesdropping on me? What do you want to do?"

"I..." Wei Cao looked at Yuan Feng with a pale face, a look of grievance on her face, "I, I didn't! Prince, I really didn't eavesdrop on you! I just stewed ginseng chicken soup, I want to send it over

Here you go! I saw that your door was closed, so I didn’t come in. I was about to leave! I know that your lord, you don’t like to be disturbed when you are discussing matters!”

"You're still quibbling! You're obviously eavesdropping on what I'm saying!" Yuan Feng looked at her angrily, "You seem to be weak and weak-minded. I didn't expect you to be so scheming! Humph, I'm really

I misjudged you!"[

"No, no, I really didn't eavesdrop on you. Why don't you believe me, my lord? Why do you want to accuse me unjustly? I..." Tiny Cao looked at Yuan Feng with an aggrieved face, and actually shed tears. Why,

Why is he always so wary of herself, why is he so cold to herself, what did she do wrong? She gave him stewed tonic with good intentions, but all she got in return was his ruthless disregard and scolding, which made her heart hurt.

.

"Hmph!" Yuanfeng looked at Tincao with a bored look on his face, flicked his sleeves, and walked away without looking back. Looking at Yuanfeng's retreating back, Tincao felt an inexplicable discomfort in her heart.

The taste of misunderstanding was engraved in her heart like a sharp knife."

Sister, sister, what should I do, what should Tincao do? How can I make Yuanfeng trust me and understand me, how can I enter his life and share everything with him!" Tiny Cao shook her head weakly.

He shook his head, lay on the ground and cried bitterly.

The vast smoke clouds and gloomy weather constitute the unique atmosphere of this Qingming Festival. Qingming has passed, but the longing for the deceased still lingers in my heart. After Xiao Qiao cleaned Fengrou's grave, she came with Wanxin

She went to Lin'an and went to Xixialing to pay homage to something she had never seen before.

The reason why her biological father, Yue Yun, did not choose to visit Fengrou's grave during the Qingming Festival was because she did not want to meet Qinghan. She knew that Qinghan would definitely visit Fengrou's grave that day, and when she visited Fengrou's grave yesterday,
Chapter completed!