Yang Xi was always chirping all the way, and Feng Ba never responded.
She didn't feel annoyed, at least he didn't ask her to shut up. She felt that compared to yesterday, their relationship had improved a lot. As long as he worked harder and worked harder, one day he would be able to
Thinking of her, thinking of everything about them.
"Sufu always said that you are like an ice cube, cold and hard. In fact, he knows that you are not a heartless person." From the suburban jungle to a strange town, she kept talking about the interesting stories of their past, "Ba, you
Do you still remember that we went to Chuanluo together and discovered Shi Zhishui together?"
Speaking of that, his eyes darkened slightly, and he was inexplicably worried. "But that night, your poison broke out like crazy. After that, Brother Qing took you back to Dragon City, and you stayed in the stone room for fourteen days. Those ten days
Four days, time passed very slowly. I missed you all day and all night, and my heart ached when I thought about you."
"Later Tuobafan led a large group of troops to besiege Longcheng. Sufu and I stayed there. You don't know, I was always very panicked in those days, always looking forward to you coming out as soon as possible." Fortunately, they were in the most difficult situation.
At that moment, he descended like a god.
"Ba, can you really not remember anything?" Looking at him leisurely sipping tea, he felt a little frustrated. "I have said so much, but you have no impression at all?"
Feng Ba looked up at her with his usual indifference: "Are you really my former princess?"
"Have you remembered?" Yang Xi held his hand excitedly, with an excited look on his face, "Have you remembered me?"
"So what?" He coldly withdrew the hand held by her and said disdainfully: "A princess who seduces the young master behind the king's back, do you think I will do it again?"
He said...what? What does this mean? Why did these things turn out like this in his eyes?
But what can she say? Can she say that she has no personal relationship with Sufu? Can she say that she is not showing mercy at all times?
For a while, she just stared at him blankly, forgetting words and how to breathe. It wasn't until he gave her a cold look and asked her to eat quickly and go on the road, that she lowered her eyes and ate silently.
He ate the food that was hard to swallow and stopped talking.
It turned out that it was not that he didn't remember their affairs, but he just didn't remember her as a person and the relationship between them. And she became in his eyes a flirtatious concubine who deceived the emperor and his ministers. No wonder he looked at her coldly from the beginning.
Even the look implies disgust.
The meal ended in silence and depression. He dropped a piece of broken silver and hurriedly took her away.
She was still in his arms, but this embrace was so cold that she shivered all over.
Afterwards, he found a carriage and threw her roughly into it. He sat outside the carriage, picked up the reins and rode on. At nightfall, they arrived at a courtyard where people had been waiting for a long time.
Feng Sufu and Bai Qian were waiting outside the door. Seeing them, Yang Xi could hardly hold back the tears she had been hiding all afternoon.
Feng Ba threw down the reins and strode into the courtyard gate without even looking at her. The light green back was still cold, but a little more desolate.
"Princess." Bai Qian called softly. Seeing each other now, it felt like a world away.
"Bai Qian, are you okay?" She felt sad seeing her old friend again.
"Always be well." Bai Qian and Feng Sufu helped her out of the car together, as gentle and peaceful as before.
The moment his right foot landed, Yang Xi screamed in pain, and Sufu asked nervously: "Is your foot injured?"
Seeing her nodding, he picked her up and hurriedly walked into the courtyard. "Witch, no matter what you see or think, remember that I am always by your side."
Yang Xi looked up at him, slightly surprised. What did he mean when he said this? Before she had time to think about it, the fiery red figure in the hall instantly attracted all her attention.
She sat next to Feng Ba, holding a handkerchief and gently wiping away the light sweat on his forehead... Murong Yan!
Why didn't she expect that Murong Yan would stay with Feng Ba after the battle in the imperial city? She had long heard that Feng Ba was seriously injured because of her and retreated to the river line. It turned out that...he refused without leaving any room.
He is doing it for his Yan'er...
When Murong Yan saw her, the shock flashed from her eyes. She didn't expect that the person Feng Sufu mentioned was Yang Xi.
Immediately, she put on a gentle smile and greeted softly: "It turns out that the princess is Sufu's favorite, which is really surprising. Princess, you haven't eaten yet? Come and sit down quickly, I will ask the servant to give it to you
Send meals.”
He looked at Feng Ba affectionately and said softly: "Ba, you will come too, okay?"
Feng Ba nodded lightly, she smiled gently, brushed away the fallen strand of hair from his forehead, turned around and ordered the servants to prepare dinner.
Sufu looked deeply at Yang Xi who was in a daze and called softly: "Witch..."
"I'm tired." She held his neck tightly, buried her face deeply in his arms, and no longer looked at anyone.
Su Fu wanted to say something else, but Bai Qian quietly gave him a wink and whispered: "Let the king... let Xi'er go back to the room to rest. I will send dinner over later."
Su Fu nodded, glanced at Murong Yan coldly, then glanced at Feng Ba's calm face, stopped talking, and strode towards the inner courtyard.
Feng Ba raised his eyes and his cold gaze fell on the backs of the two of them.
Such an intimate gesture, yet she keeps saying she wants to be his woman! What color is this woman's heart? Is Chao Qin Muchu half-heartedly trying to play with all the men in her fingers?
Unknowingly, the cup in his hand was crushed into pieces. He was slightly startled, then stood up and left.
"Ba..." Murong Yan strode after him and held his arm, "Aren't you eating here?"
"Send it to my room." His handsome eyebrows frowned slightly, and he shook her hand off gently. His cold gaze fell on her face, and his tone was cold: "When did I allow you to touch at will? Remember.
Your own identity!”
After that, he strode away without any regrets.
Murong Yan looked at his perfect and upright back, feeling both love and hate in her heart. She just deliberately showed her intimacy with him in front of Yang Xi. It was rare that he miraculously did not refuse. She thought that her long days of waiting finally failed.
It was all in vain, but I didn’t expect that his resistance to her had never changed at all!
Except for the pity and admiration that appeared in his eyes when he first saw her during the battle, he never showed any strange affection towards her after that! She understood that it was because of her face, but she didn't
I believe that with this face and this body, I won’t be looked at differently by him.
Is it because of Yang Xi that he doesn't refuse? Hasn't he forgotten that woman? Could it be that he still retains his attachment to her subconsciously?
Yang Xi, why do you want to come back? Why do you have to compete with her again and again for her favorite man?
There is a bit of ruthlessness in the gloomy eyes. This time, I will never let you have a chance to live again!