Chapter 290: The faint heartache between the brows
Why do you feel that many things are gradually moving away from what you originally thought?
Next, maybe that Princess Feiye is the girl you like in the future?
Thinking of the conversation that Duan Jingtian had with Helian Fei in the imperial study that night before entering the palace, I still remember it vividly.
At that time, he answered so firmly and without thinking, but if Jingtian asked him this at this moment, could he deny it so definitely and directly?
Huangfu asked himself this in his mind, and glanced lightly towards the yard.
Sure enough, Helian Feiye's petite body appeared alone next to the laundry hall of the Clothes Bureau.
Watching her carrying a bucket to fetch water from the water, the water was obviously a bit heavy for her, but he saw a stubbornness that refused to admit defeat in her petite back.
In fact, she doesn't need to pay back the gambling debts she owes her mother, as long as she cheats with her mother.
She is a princess. When it comes to money, she can get it at will, so why does she need to do hard labor to pay back the money to her mother?
He could see the unwillingness to admit defeat hidden in her shameless character.
He lifted his feet and walked in, but as soon as he stepped forward, he took his steps back.
If he goes in to find her, what can he say?
Was it because he couldn't sleep all night if he didn't listen to her mocking him and despising him?
When did he develop such a hobby?
He glanced at Helian Feiye lightly, then turned and walked back
But I heard the sound of the bucket suddenly falling to the ground behind me, breaking the silence of the night.
He subconsciously turned around and saw her frowning, looking at the palm of her hand with some pain, and grinning.
Without any time to think, he quickly picked up his feet and rushed in.
"What happened again?"
I pulled her hand nervously, and then I noticed that there were a lot of blisters on her knuckles, and some of them were even scratched, revealing some tender pink flesh.
His brows furrowed in distress, he turned his head to look at Helian Feiye, and said sullenly: "Didn't I tell you not to wash it?"