Unknowingly, I fell asleep, and it was almost dusk when I woke up.
This sleep was very sweet.
His gaze fell on the tall figure outside the window through the slightly opened window. He still stood there silently, looking into the unknown distance. The slender figure standing in the cool breeze seemed to have never moved.
.
After a trace of sadness passed through her heart, it felt slightly warm inexplicably. She calmed down and called out softly out the window: "Sufu."
His back stiffened, and without any hesitation, he turned around and walked in the door towards her.
"Are you feeling better?" He leaned over to look at her. Although his eyes were light, there was still a hint of tenderness and endearment.
She nodded and tried to sit up, but he picked her up. She was startled and subconsciously hugged his neck tightly, "Sufu?"
"Go to my place." Without much explanation, he hugged her and hurried out. Outside the door, two attendants who arrived at an unknown time came in to pack their bags, and followed them.
Outside the inn, a luxurious but not exaggerated carriage was waiting there quietly. When the groom and four other attendants saw them coming out, they all saluted respectfully: "Young Master!"
He only nodded slightly, then stepped into the car with Yang Xi in his arms.
The velvet-bottomed carriage was much more spacious and comfortable than their previous one. He hugged her and sat in the carriage without feeling any embarrassment in the space.
She propped herself up and wanted to sit aside, but he exerted a slight force to make her lie in his arms again.
"Sufu, I..."
"The carriage is bumpy, so it's safer to sit in my arms." He said lightly.
Seeing his serious attitude, she suddenly couldn't help but smile softly. She knew it was an excuse, but she didn't expose him. This man really looked like Ba...
But he almost lost his soul because of her smile. After leaving the river, this was the first time she smiled in front of him, so undistracted and as bright as stars. His eyes gradually darkened, and before she could wake up,
Warm lips were pressed tightly against her thin red lips.
After a long kiss, he buried his head in her neck, biting her delicate neck gently. The hot breath fell heavily on her ears, making the atmosphere between the two suddenly tense.
Ambiguous and hot. She couldn't help but tremble slightly, and her long white fingers tightly grasped the skirt of his clothes, as if she was on the edge of a cliff and would fall without weight if she was not careful.
After a while, he raised his head and stared at her blushing face with his dark eyes, his chest still rising and falling. "If I hadn't taken care of your body, I would have killed you right now."
Hearing this, her heart beat fast, and her pink cheeks flushed even more. In order to cover up her unnaturalness, she buried her head on his chest, but her small hands still tightly grasped the hem of his collar.
This shy look gradually filled his heart with joy. This witch no longer seemed to be as resistant to him as she was at the beginning.
The carriage ran leisurely on the street, and when night fell, they arrived in front of a luxurious mansion.
On the high sign in front of the door, the three characters "Ice Holy Palace" are flying like dragons, making it majestic.
In front of the palace gate, two rows of servants stood quietly and waited eagerly. When the carriage arrived, everyone bowed and saluted: "Welcome young master back to the palace."
The queues were neat and tidy, and the attitude was respectful. Their style was no less impressive than that of a relative of the emperor, who was a highly respected minister.
Feng Sufu hugged Yang Xi and jumped out of the carriage gently. Ignoring her slight protest, he carried her straight into the courtyard gate with all the servants following closely behind him.
As soon as he entered the front hall, he ordered: "Prepare meals."
Several servants quickly took orders and retreated.
He gently placed Yang Xi on the chair, and his cautious attitude made everyone present have to look at this strange woman in a different light, and their attitudes immediately became respectful and cautious. Judging from the young master's attitude towards her, this woman can
She might become the future young lady of Ice Saint Palace!
"Young Master!" A middle-aged man dressed as a housekeeper came forward, bowed slightly and said: "Mrs. Helian is inconvenient today and is unable to come to greet you. I asked this little person to say hello to the young master on her behalf. Mrs. Helian said, wait
When I feel better tomorrow, I will come in person to apologize to the young master."
"Let her have a good life." He replied casually, took the hot towel from the servant and wiped Yang Xi's hands carefully.
"Young Master, you can just let your servants do these things..." Seeing that he ignored him, the middle-aged man bowed slightly and asked: "This is..."
"Young Madam."
As soon as these words were spoken, all the servants present were stunned for a moment, then bowed together and said: "Hello, Madam."
Yang Xi only looked at them blankly, and then at Feng Sufu beside him, his mind going blank for a moment.
The servants didn't get a response from her, and they all still bowed there, motionless. Feng Sufu smiled slightly and said softly: "They are waiting for your response."
"I..." Seeing that everyone was still bowing and saluting, she had no choice but to let them get up first, even if she had more doubts. She pursed her lips and whispered: "You...
Okay, everyone...get up."
He couldn't help but raise his head again and give the instigator a roll of his eyes, "Bastard, when did I become your wife?"
He just raised his eyebrows slightly and said nothing.
"Young Madam, this little Duanmu Sheng is the manager of the Ice Saint Palace. If you have any orders from the Young Madam in the future, just tell me, and I will do my best to handle it for you." Duanmu Sheng said respectfully, then
The cautious and respectful attitude is completely different from that of the subjects on the river line.
Here, it will not be a branch of the river line, then... Sufu's identity...
Although there were thousands of thoughts in her heart, she could only give Duanmu Sheng a slight nod first, so as not to keep him bowing and waiting. Slaving others was not her specialty.
Her stomach growled, she frowned, and looked up at Feng Sufu standing aside.
"Wait a little longer, soon." He said softly and glanced back at Duanmu Sheng. Duanmu Sheng immediately followed the order and urged him to go. The other servants also stepped aside respectfully, with solemn expressions, not daring to be careless at all.
He sat down next to her, took her cold little hand and wrapped it in his big palm, using his own body temperature to keep her away from the cold. She accepted all this silently, and could not think of any reason to refuse him. Besides, he had no reason to refuse.
She won't be allowed to refuse.
That stubborn temper...
Youyou sighed, and her eyes dimmed slightly.
It has been almost a month since I left, but I can't help but think of him. When I think of him, there is always a trace of sadness in my heart.
Suddenly, the hands holding her exerted slight force, forcing her to bring her consciousness back from a distant place. She looked up into his bottomless eyes, and the sadness in her heart deepened.