"Big Young Master, Young Master..." Qiu Yue was a little worried. It was not right to chase after him, nor was it not right to chase him.
"It's okay, it's not your business. You're also frightened. Let's go back first." Jing Ao waved his hand and asked Qiuyue to go back.
Qiuyue nodded, responded, and finally decided to catch up with Jing Hao.
Nangong Chen's face was gloomy and he never said a word from beginning to end. He said at this moment: "Is she here to take Qingjun away?"
Jing Ao looked at him strangely and thought, is Chen jealous again? No matter what, Qingjun and Qiongying have no blood relationship, so Qingjun's purpose is obvious, and it is not a sibling relationship for Qiongying, but Qiongying
The shadow is also extremely indulgent to Qingjun.
"Feli, aren't you doing something?" Jing Ao saw that Feng Feili was not leaving for a long time, as if Feng Feili had said something was going to happen just now.
"No hurry, it's just a small matter." Feng Feili looked calm and thought to himself that Qiongying probably knew it was just his refusal, or a small lie.
Jing Ao smiled, undeniable. Qingjun's influence was extraordinary, and even Feili could not do anything about it.
As soon as Feng Feili finished speaking, the close servants beside him came hurriedly.
"Your Highness..." The guard whispered a few words to Feng Feili, and then waited for the order.
After hearing this, Feng Feili frowned and finally sighed softly.
"What happened?" Jing Ao asked with some concern.
"Something is happening to Yanfeng. I will go back tomorrow. Take good care of you." Feng Feili said with a faint smile.
Not only was Jing Ao shocked, but Nangong Chen was also a little surprised. What could make Feng Feili go back must be nothing as simple as a matter.
"Is there anything we can do to the fullest?" Jing Ao laughed loudly. They and Feng Feili have become friends of life and death.
"As long as you don't mind us," Nangong Chen also said, feeling quite touched in his heart. It was not until today that we truly had a close relationship. How many eight years have we had in our life?
"Okay, I won't be polite." Feng Feili said with a smile.
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In the afternoon of that day, Yanfeng's army was reorganized and prepared to return to the court.
That night, a banquet was held in the palace to practice Feng Feili.
Delicious food and wine, and a few people gather together rarely. The past ups and downs, grudges, love and hatred, and today's relief and talk calmly have been ten years.
"I'll give you a cup." Feng Feili, as the protagonist, first raised his glass and drank it.
"You're welcome." Nangong Chen and Jing Ao also raised their glasses and responded, and drank them all in one go.
Jing Hao still said nothing, with a little reluctant in his eyes. He only tasted it lightly, and he might not be able to drink much.
"The journey is smooth." Qingjun raised his glass and responded with a smile. This was probably the best thing he had ever said to Feng Feili.
"Thank you." Feng Feili smiled slightly, but he understood very well in his heart. Qingjun wanted him to leave immediately.
"I will use tea instead of wine." Qiongying finally responded, picked up the tea and took a sip, but he had never touched the wine at all.
Seeing this, the few people looked at Qiongying strangely, but they had never seen Qiongying drink.
"This is a light wine, light and sweet, and you won't get drunk." Feng Feili explained. He knew that she didn't like strong smells and extremely light tastes, so he chose this sweet light wine.
"Sweet?" Qiongying asked in surprise. She would not get drunk no matter what wine she drank, and she didn't know what it tasted. However, after drinking, she would do something very strange.