Feng Feili didn't say anything more, but just looked at the emperor with an indifferent expression. If it was just because of Nalan Yi's fight with him, then there really was nothing to say, and he would never lose to him.
And Ye Hailan...
He didn't want to talk to the emperor.
"Feili, you kid, you don't need me to worry about you since you were a child. To be honest, I don't know what you are thinking and what are your plans about Ye Haiyan and Ye Hailan." The emperor finally asked.
.
Feng Feili raised her eyebrows slightly, lowered her voice, and said, "Father, I don't want to talk about this matter."
The emperor looked at him with disapproval and did not understand, but Feng Feili stood up and politely exited the imperial study. The emperor looked at his back from a distance and shook his head. He could not understand Feng Feili.
He couldn't understand the son's behavior this time.
Could it be that he is old?
The emperor was very confused.
The moon is white and the stars are sparse.
Feng Feili stood outside Ye Hailan's courtyard, standing with her hands behind her hands. She was dressed in a brocade robe and a jade belt with a brocade scarf. Her stunning appearance was as clear as water. She stared at the attic window lightly, her eyes seeming to be lost in memories through the passing years.
Ocean blue...
Feeling a little clogged in his heart, Feng Feili thought that he must be crazy to stand under her downstairs all night. He had never been so out of his mind or so hesitant before. This woman seemed to be the one in his heart.
A drop of blood.
Not heavy, but indispensable.
He himself didn't understand why he was struggling with his feelings for her and what he should do to stop his addiction to her.
He thought he liked her.
Yes, this kind of love is different from the love for Haiyan. It is a kind of involuntary closeness. It is not like Haiyan, who always tells him rationally that he must like her and love her.
Should love follow your heart, or should you follow reason?
He didn't want to let his emotions be controlled by one person, but he looked at himself calmly and saw her affecting his emotions step by step. He must have gone crazy.
What is she doing upstairs?
Have you ever thought about him?
He laughed at himself, maybe not.
He heard that she rejected Nalanyi's marriage proposal, and there was a vague joy in his heart that enveloped his heart. If he could see that scene, he thought he would be very happy and gloat about his misfortune.
However, he also knew clearly that it was not because of her that she refused to propose marriage.
That woman was not for him.
He frowned and smiled to himself, "Feng Feili, what are you doing? The competition between the two countries is about to begin. Nalanyi has issued a battle notice, but you are immersed in the love between your children. What are you doing?"
Really promising!
It's time to go, he thought to himself. But his feet were as heavy as a thousand pounds and he couldn't move them. He stared blankly upstairs.
In the attic, the light of the pearl was hazy, covering the exquisite attic like a layer of gauze in the night. Feng Feili's eyes also became blurred. In a daze, it seemed as if a woman was walking towards him and shouted softly.
Your Highness...
His heart trembled, and when he looked again, it turned out to be an illusion. Unreasonable attachment arose in his heart, his fingertips tightened, and Feng Feili's expression was obscure.
At this time, he hoped that the attic window could be opened to reveal that white lotus-like face.
But it was too much to hope for.
The window was closed tightly, and only vaguely human figures could be seen floating and graceful.
With his temper, he should be lawless and careless. He immediately broke into her room, hugged her, and kissed her hard as punishment, but why didn't he move.
Before, he didn't love her, he just thought this girl was special. He liked teasing her, kissing her, hugging her, without any scruples, suppressing the fire in his heart, and rarely paying attention to what was in his heart.
Now, the more I understand and love her, the less I dare to get close to her, as if I would blaspheme her.
Whether, the deeper you love, the more you cherish it.
The deeper you love, the more you fear losing.
Therefore, the more hesitant.
In the attic, Abao asked, "Lanlan, your highness has been standing downstairs for two hours. It's almost dawn. Do you want him to stand downstairs all night?"
Ye Hailan was reading a book. She couldn't use the skills and spells of holy magic yet. She was learning from each other's strengths and planning to create her own magic tricks. The ninth level liberation of Heart Lotus Fire gave her the inspiration.
Magic is more powerful when used together.
However, the magic book never turned a page for a long time, and I frequently lost my mind.
After all, Abao couldn't stand it and couldn't help but ask her.
Ye Hailan said lightly, "I didn't ask him to stand downstairs. If he wants to stand, let him do whatever he wants."
"The night is cold and the dew is heavy, Lan Lan, you are so cruel."
"If you feel sorry for me, take off your cloak."
"I think His Highness would rather you take it."
"I don't care whether he lives or lives."
"Lan Lan, the competition is approaching. If something goes wrong with His Highness's body and he cannot resist Nalan Yi, what will happen if he loses?" Abao asked again.
"That's because his skills are inferior to others."
Abao pursed his lips, "Hai Lan, you are so cruel."
Ye Hailan did not answer, turned a page, closed her eyes, and tried hard to think about what she had read just now. The more she recalled, she found that she had not read a single word.
damn it!
Feng Feili, you have always gone your own way and been so arrogant, why have you become so petty and arrogant this time? You actually took the tender route and stood upstairs above her for most of the night. From midnight to this moment, it will be dawn in another hour.
, but he still hasn’t left.
What is he going to do?
His Highness Feng Feili changed his style overnight, and Miss Ye Hailan was not used to it.
She didn't want to admit at all that she was worried about him. She was not used to Feng Feili like this. She always guessed what happened to him and felt uneasy in her heart. She didn't like this feeling.
Feeling increasingly irritable.
With a snap, she put down the book, stood up, threw herself on the bed, and went to sleep, ignoring him.
"Lanlan, are you going to sleep now?"
"What else would you do?"
"Read a book."
"Not in the mood." Feng Feili seriously disturbed her. This unpredictable feeling was very annoying.
Abao pursed his lips, "He's still standing."
Lan Lan is clearly worried about him, and refuses to admit it. This is a bit like when they quarreled, two awkward people, it is really a headache, can't they talk about this properly?
"It's his business that he loves to stand till the end of time. It has nothing to do with me at all." Ye Hailan said coldly, lifted up the quilt, wrapped himself up, and went to sleep...
