Chapter 27: Meeting the Emperor for the First Time
When the sky was twilight, a burst of rain suddenly started, hitting the banana leaves under the garden in the eastern suburbs, causing the sleeping people to frown involuntarily.
The beautiful young man on the bed, his long and thick eyelashes trembling in the clear raindrops, then raised his eyes and face, revealing a pair of cold and translucent ice purple pupils. The glazed luster shaking in the purple pupils was as if
Like the nectar on the lotus leaves after the rain, it rolls in the deep eyes and sparkles.
When he first opened his eyes, Wu Fengying was a little dazed. Suddenly he rubbed his aching forehead and pushed himself up, forcing himself to sit up. As he moved, he felt a force being pulled on his clothes.
Startled slightly, he raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced towards the edge of the bed.
That pure and innocent face, with a slight pear smile hanging on the corner of the mouth, and the moving scene frozen in the movie were engraved in his eyes and into his heart without warning.
At this moment, she seemed to be wandering in a fairy tale world, her delicate lips like rose petals were curved downward, and the smile naturally flowed out from the corners of her lips. She looked so comfortable, so calm, so carefree -
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Fangfei, am I present in your dreams?
Unconsciously, Wu Fengying's hand touched Yi Fangfei's smooth and soft hair. The cotton softness, like flying wadding in the clouds, was transferred to his hand, making his heart move. This touch made him feel
He couldn't bear to let go anymore, and allowed his inexplicable emotions to surge up. He opened his fingers and gently combed her black hair.
In a daze, a tickling feeling touched her soft cheek. It felt like she was taking a nap under the big tree on campus, and the naughty boy was holding a foxtail grass and kept tickling her face.
Subconsciously, the corner of her mouth murmured slightly in her sleep, and Yi Fangfei's hand grasped the big hand that disturbed her sleep with dissatisfaction. "Box, don't make any noise! Let me sleep for a while." She couldn't stop the tiredness and sleepiness.
, Yi Fangfei's eyes were still closed. Like a cat, she pressed Wu Fengying's hand under her cheek and rubbed it a few times, and then continued her sweet dream.
box!
who is he?
She remembered him even in her dreams, so this person must be very important in her heart. Her ice-purple eyes suddenly sank for no reason, like a wayward child who was dissatisfied with others being able to sleep peacefully.
Wu Fengying's hand was withdrawn from under her cheek in vain.
boom--
The empty position made Yifangfei's head hit the cold hard bed board.
Rubbing her sore forehead, Yi Fangfei licked the corners of her dry mouth, and finally slowly opened her eyes. In her hazy almond-shaped eyes, she saw Wu Fengying sitting on the bed coldly, staring at her gloomily.
No way, this kid had a bad face early in the morning. Could it be that he is angry when he wakes up?
After thinking about it, he shook his head with a smile.
Unable to bear it, Yi Fangfei stood up, yawned inelegantly, and twisted her somewhat sore body. Looking back, she smiled faintly. "Wu, you're awake, good morning."
How could she, how could she smile like nothing was wrong. How could she, how could she greet him so naturally?
"You -" Wu Fengying wanted to ask her who was that box? But in the end he was defeated in her pure eyes. He turned away angrily and ignored Yi Fangfei.
Shame on you! I didn’t expect this guy to be so angry when he woke up, and he still hasn’t recovered yet. Yi Fangfei glanced at Wu Fengying with a headache.
Fortunately, a figure flashed in from outside the door at this moment, breaking the weird atmosphere in the room.
"Princess, the emperor is here!" Xiaolan looked panicked.
Not waiting for her, Fangfei was surprised when a bright yellow robe fell in her peripheral vision.
He quickly lowered his head and knelt down to salute.
"Daughter-in-law, when you see your father, long live, long live, long live!"
"Get up." A low and solemn voice floated in the humid air.
"Thank you, Father." Yi Fangfei stood up naturally. She moved a light wicker chair and placed it in the center of the Eight Immortals table.
The bright yellow dragon robe moved and slowly sat on the wicker chair.
Looking up, Yi Fangfei got a glimpse of Long Yan.
The handsome and elegant demeanor, the cold and hard lines carved by the blade, and the intense black pupils all show that time has not left many traces on the middle-aged man in front of him.
He is still handsome and masculine.
Of course, for such a wise and cunning figure, the arrogance that looks down on the world is inherent in his eyes, making people intimidated.
Even though Yi Fangfei, who had modern thoughts, faced the emperor, without exception, she felt a bit of awe in her heart.
"My son pays homage to my father." There was no emotion in his tone. Wu Fengying got off the bed and knelt down to salute.
"Ying'er, you're not in good health, so you don't need to do this big salute. Get up quickly." A strange light flashed across the emperor's indifferent and deep eyes like lightning.
Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, those pupils were as deep and cold as ever, with no visible fluctuations.
With the support of Yi Fangfei, Wu Fengying sat down on the wooden chair nearby.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of the emperor's mouth. "Wanrou has worked hard these days." His half-smiling light flickered in the corners of his eyes, but a deep coldness flowed in his eyes.
"As long as the prince is in good health, my daughter-in-law will not feel any hardship." It is already the warm spring season, so why is the hair on Yi Fangfei's back so cold that it stands on end? Sure enough, no one in this royal family is innocent.
Why are they all talking, hiding secrets, and like to be suspicious? Are you tired? The emperor gave her a meaningful look.
"I heard that Wanrou's cooking skills are superb. She made a birthday cake for Yinger's last birthday. I wonder if my father is lucky enough to taste Wanrou's pastries?"
My head feels so numb, it seems like there are ants crawling on the ground, one, two, three, four... Yi Fangfei lowers her head, her thoughts wandering.
"Princess, Princess - the emperor is asking you?" Xiaolan tugged on Yifangfei's sleeves fiercely. "Princess, when will you also make a birthday cake for the emperor to try?"
Yi Fangfei's face felt hot. She screamed secretly, how could she lose her mind at such a time?
"Uh - since my father wants to taste it, my daughter-in-law will do it now." She hurriedly, but a little confused, ran in the wrong direction.
"Wanrou, come back!" The emperor shouted with a smile. "Next time, my father will sit down for a while and then leave."
oh--
Yi Fangfei came back in a hurry, only to find that the emperor's compelling undercurrent on her body was gone.
Wu Fengying said nothing and just sat there indifferently. The emperor sat for a while and stood up without even finishing a cup of tea. When he left, he took a deep look at Yi Fangfei.
"Ying'er will be entrusted to Wanrou."
The oil-paper umbrella was opened, and as the bright yellow color gradually faded into the rain, Yi Fangfei stood there, unable to understand the man.
Looking back, the cool and thin figure was swaying in the wind, and the rain and mist seemed to have soaked into the icy purple pupils of Wu Fengying. For a moment, the blurred Jiangnan water vapor was filled with sentimentality, alienation, indifference, and...
A hint of strength--
For a moment, Yifangfei felt the sadness coming from the bottom of her heart. She couldn't help but sniffed.
She looked at the slightly trembling fingers hidden under her sleeves.
My heart felt inexplicably sour.
Suddenly, without hesitation, her hand grasped his cold fingers, transferring the warmth from her body to him.
The stiff figure suddenly shook. The hand he was staring at was wrapped in warm and soft little hands. That person was standing in front of him, with brows and brows and a smile. Under his eyes, there was a soft light as clear as water.
A corner seemed to be torn apart in his thoughts. He stretched out his hands and held Yi Fangfei firmly in his arms. The strength was slightly trembling, with the throbbing of suffocation.
"Let me hold you for a while, it'll be fine in a while." He murmured.
Yi Fangfei was stunned for a moment, then turned around and hugged him, her eyes as gentle as water, and her hand gently stroked his head.
The wind blows quietly.
I don’t know when the rain outside the window stopped!
The sun broke out from the clouds and shone slantly into Hefengxuan. The warmth gradually dispelled the coldness in the room.
Outside the door, a figure stood.
He still had the same black clothes, black hair, and cold breath, but now his clothes were soaked, clinging to his slender body, exuding a sense of decadence and haggard.
He opened his mouth slightly, wanting to tell Princess Rui about the news that King Sanxian and Princess Yun Ni were going to the south of the Yangtze River.
But before stepping in, he suddenly stepped back. His eyes were horrified, his body was stiff, and the fingers on his side were trembling uncontrollably, maybe because they were soaked in the chill of the rain.
He straightened his waist and stepped out with an expressionless expression. In the rain curtain, that stubborn back was like a polished javelin, sharp and cold, slowly, slowly melting on the other side of the sky.