Early the next morning, Feng Feili listened to Jinhua's idea and came to Yueshang Palace. First, he waited for her to wake up, then took care of her to wash up, tie her hair, and then waited for her to have breakfast, take medicine, and rest for a while before pushing forward.
She went out to soak up the sunshine.
The idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.
"Who asked you to come!" Qiongying sat on the bed, with his black hair disheveled, his face gloomy and his eyes cold, like a ghost, which was very consistent with the image of the Demon Lord of Netherworld Palace.
"Qiongying, I came here on my own, and I will take care of you from now on." Feng Feili said her thoughts boldly.
"Get out!" Qiongying said angrily.
"Master, don't be angry. Mr. Feng, please go out first." Jinhua quickly came in to smooth things over.
Feng Feili went out heartbroken. Instead of making her angry, it would be better for him not to show up.
Jinhua helped Qiongying wash up, and soon the maid brought breakfast. Jinhua helped Qiongying get into the wheelchair, and then pushed her to have breakfast.
Jinhua had time to leave the hall and saw Feng Feili standing at the gate, looking lost.
"What you said just now will definitely make the master angry. If the master is not unable to move, he will be very happy when you say this."
"I was negligent." Feng Feili blamed herself. He must have hurt her self-esteem just now.
"Actually, I can't blame you. Do you know the battle in Nancheng three years ago?" Jinhua was still frightened when he thought of that battle.
"I don't know, what happened?" Feng Feili asked many people, but either they didn't know or no one dared to tell.
"His Highness also has a younger brother, His Highness Lingjun, who has been very close to His Highness since childhood, but unfortunately he is no longer with him.
This started when His Highness was a child. His Highness did not learn to walk until he was four years old. At that time, His Highness's younger sister Han Yue Xufeng was only two years old and could already run away. Therefore, everyone thought that His Highness was stupid. Only Lingjun was close to His Highness.
What is even more unfortunate is that His Highness could not walk when he was seven years old, and the imperial doctor said that His Highness would not live to be twenty. Even so, Qiu Wu and I accompanied His Highness in the army. Qiu Wu lived up to his expectations and became invincible at the age of twenty-two.
General, this is a story for another day. His Highness has been missing for four years, the Emperor and Empress passed away, and Leng Yue was troubled by domestic and foreign troubles. His Highness returned at the age of sixteen, and did not even see the Emperor and Empress for the last time.
The imperial capital has fallen. Your Highness took Ling Jun and retreated to Nancheng. When he learned that Xu Feng was in danger, His Highness immediately went to rescue people. The armaments in Nancheng were sufficient. Unexpectedly, two enemy countries attacked at the same time. Your Highness came a step too late.
The dying Lord Ling finally died. His Highness seemed to have changed into a different person, with blood-red eyes and red hair. He killed all the enemy troops and crawled out of the city gate step by step with Lord Ling's body in his arms. A fierce fire burned down the southern city.
It turned into ashes, and no civilians, men, women, old or young were spared. From then on, the Battle of Nancheng became a mystery. Only Qiu Wu and I witnessed it all.
In the next year, in the name of Nether Palace, he destroyed all the countries participating in the war and almost swept across the entire Fengtian Continent. However, His Highness's body became weaker and weaker. Finally, he returned to the former imperial capital as His Highness the Princess, but the matter was not over yet.
, Her Majesty the Queen was seriously ill, the cold moon and warm wind took over the throne, and killed her at the palace. After the battle at the palace, Her Majesty died of illness."
"Master may think this way, if her legs were not disabled, she would not be late, and Lingjun would not die." Jinhua whispered, no one could guess what His Highness was thinking, and he was just guessing.
Feng Feili didn't speak for a long time, as if something was blocking her heart. He couldn't understand how painful this pain was, because he had never lost anything. Even though he thought he was farewell to her, he could still meet her in this life.
"Why can't Qiong Ying's feet walk? He used to be able to walk when he was a child. Maybe there is a chance to cure it."
"Master's ankles are naturally weaker than ordinary people's, and his constitution is also weak. When he was in good health, he could walk. Now his breath is much better than two years ago, and he may be able to walk soon." Jinhua said happily.
Feng Feili felt happy after hearing this, "Can I go see her?"
"I think you should wait until the master calms down before you come. I'll go back and see the master first." Jinhua left.
Jinhua returned to the bedroom, waited for Qiongying to finish her breakfast, and then pushed her out to bathe in the morning light.
It's spring, the weather is warm, the flowers are blooming, and the garden is full of purples and reds.
"Master, the weather is really nice. Qiu Wu will be back soon. Master, would you like to go to the top of the mountain to enjoy the scenery?" Jinhua stopped in the pavilion and asked.
"No, just go down if you have nothing to do." Qiongying fiddled with the chess pieces on the stone table, preparing to play chess alone.
"One more thing, Mr. Feng has not left outside the gate yet." Jinhua quietly looked at Qiongying and said warmly.
"Let him leave and send him back to Feng's house."
"Master, Mr. Feng has worked so hard to find you, and he will never leave. Moreover, Mr. Feng also has good intentions. Don't drive him away. I heard that Mr. Feng is very good at chess. Why don't you let him play with you?
Chess." Jinhua suggested.
"If he beats me, let him stay." Qiongying played with a chess piece and pondered for a while.
"Master, aren't you trying to make things difficult for Mr. Feng? No matter how good his chess skills are, he will definitely not be able to compete with you. Why don't you let him have five pieces? Even if he loses, he will be convinced." Jinhua said.
"Well."
"Thank you, Master, Jinhua will go and invite Mr. Feng to come now." Jinhua said with a smile.
After a while, Jinhua and Feng Feili came together. Jinhua told Feng Feili the consequences of winning or losing. Feng Feili was secretly happy and nervous. Even if she gave him five pieces, he might not be able to win. His chess skills were not good enough.
Poor, but without in-depth study, you will definitely lose when facing an expert.
Feng Feili is dressed in crescent white, with black hair reaching her waist, which is tied up with a jade hairpin and spread behind her. She is casual yet elegant, with a noble Qinghua temperament and as bright as jade.
Qiongying glanced at him twice, and then said: "Sit down."
Feng Feili sat opposite her, with a lot of thoughts in her mind. The first thing that came to her mind was her illness. Although she was skinny and seriously ill, her coldness and aura continued to increase.
"Master, I'm going to get some refreshments." Jinhua snickered in his heart and left quickly.
"Qiongying, even if I lose, can you not let me leave?" Feng Feili said it first.
"Didn't you want to break off the engagement?" Speaking of this, Qiong Ying had a cold look on his face, with a bit of disdain in his eyes.
"I was young and ignorant at that time. I didn't want to lose my freedom or be involved in the royal power." Feng Feili had already thought about what to say, but this was indeed his idea. He liked freedom because he could get close to her without restraints.
Completely grasp the royal power, or completely get rid of the royal power.
"Then why did you come to me?"
"Without you, I am nothing. I, I like you." Feng Feili used all her courage to say it, not even daring to look at her.
"You've never seen me, how could you like me?" Qiong Ying sneered. If those men had said this to her before, she would have just found it boring. But when he said this to her, she felt it was false and ridiculous, even ridiculous.
anger.
"You are my best expectation all the time. I have seen you in my dream, and it's like I can feel that you are still alive." Feng Feili said, even he himself couldn't tell whether everything in Xuantian Continent was from the past life or the present one.
A dream.
"In a dream?" Qiongying obviously didn't believe it.
"A very real dream. You and I played chess in the library, enjoyed the scenery in the maple forest, played in the mountains at night, and admired the moon..." Feng Feili fell into beautiful memories.
"Then am I lame in your dream?" Qiongying suddenly interrupted him.
Feng Feili hesitated, feeling a little guilty, which undoubtedly hurt her again.
"Really?!" Qiongying's tone became colder.
"No, but it has nothing to do with whether you have leg problems, where you are, or your status. I only recognize you, no matter how you are..." Feng Feili explained anxiously, a little incoherently.
"That's enough. If it's not, it's not. You don't have to explain!" Qiongying's expression was gloomy, almost angry but not angry.
Feng Feili looked disappointed and didn't know what to say for a moment. She still didn't believe him.
Jinhua came with tea and saw that neither of them looked very good. The game of chess had not been played yet. What happened during the moment he left?
"Master, don't you want to play chess with Mr. Feng?"
"No more, go back."
"...Yes, Master." Jinhua was stunned, put down the tea, and pushed the wheelchair away.
Feng Feili was left alone, feeling sad secretly.
After Jinhua pushed Qiongying back to the dormitory, Qiongying said she wanted to take a walk, so Jinhua helped her walk along the railing all morning.
Jin Hua was filled with emotions. When he was a child, he and Qiu Wu helped His Highness learn to walk like this.
Until night, Jinhua couldn't help but persuade: "Master, it's late at night, you should go to bed early. The doctor said not to work too hard."
"Where is Feng Feili?"
"Master Feng is still outside, does the master want to see him?" Jinhua helped Qiong Ying to the bed and said with a smile.
"No, let him go back, and you can go down too."
"Yes, Master, I turned off the lamp." Jinhua put out only one lamp before going out.
The moonlight was clear outside and the night fog was thick.