It's because of this that even Leng Ji doesn't know who Feng Yexuan likes now.
He can't see through feelings, let alone understand them.
When you love, you really love, and when you hate, you really hate.
Feng Yexuan said nothing.
The dead woman and Feng Qihe teamed up to hurt him. He knew this, but he had somehow forgotten how it felt at the beginning.
Whether it's love or hate, the feeling is very vague to him.
It's like the memory is thought to have been cut with a knife and cut in half. One half only remembers things, and the other half has a somewhat fuzzy feeling.
It's so vague that I can't remember it at all.
"This king... was seriously injured and comatose for how many days?"
"Yes, Your Majesty, not only that, before you set off to Nanming, you also said that it was the Lord and Miss Feng who saved you."
"Have you ever been injured before I came here?" But this memory is so vague that I have almost no impression at all.
Now that he thinks about it, it seems that there was such a thing, but what happened in it and why can't he remember it?
"Don't you remember, Your Majesty? It was the Lord who used his own blood as a medicine to save Your Majesty."
Leng Ji is still very grateful to the Lord: "If it weren't for the Lord, I'm afraid... I wouldn't be able to survive."
"Injured so badly?" But he really had no impression.
Could it be that the problem lies here?
"After this king wakes up..."
"After the prince woke up..." Leng Ji hesitated for a moment, knowing what he wanted to ask, so he simply said it: "When the prince was injured, Miss Feng was always by his side to take care of him."
"So after the prince woke up, he had a very good relationship with Miss Feng. From then on... he fell in love with Miss Feng."
Feng Yexuan said nothing.
He said he fell in love with Feng Ling, but tonight, he didn't think about Feng Ling.
Even when I mentioned Feng Ling at this moment, I didn't even think of what her face looked like for the first time.
This kind of "like" is somewhat weird.
"Do you think there is a problem with this king?" he asked suddenly.
Leng Ji was stunned and broke into a cold sweat at the prince's question.
"Wang, the prince can have it, what's the problem?" I don't understand what the prince means at all!
Probably even Feng Yexuan doesn't know what kind of answer he needs for this question.
"How is Feng Ling injured?" he asked.
Leng Ji breathed a sigh of relief, the prince finally didn't embarrass himself anymore.
He whispered: "It's... quite serious. It's... it's in a not-so-unusual place..."
Feng Yexuan didn't have many thoughts in his heart, and he didn't even seem to be sad.
He couldn't help but start to wonder again, did he really have feelings for Feng Ling?
He turned around and glanced inside the door.
Even through the screen, one can feel his reluctant but contradictory entangled atmosphere.
The gilded man said warmly: "Your Majesty, Miss Chu is fine. Your Majesty, why don't you go back and see Miss Feng first."
If you don't take a look, I'm afraid you won't feel at ease.
Feng Yexuan was still a little hesitant.
Finally, he nodded and followed Leng Ji out of the yard.
Feng Ling also lives in the palace, which is the courtyard arranged by the chief internal officer for Feng Yexuan.
A woman who can live in Prince Xuan's courtyard is naturally his woman.
When entering the door, Feng Yexuan felt inexplicably agitated when he thought of Feng Ling's identity at this time.
Prince Xuan’s woman…
There is a woman in your own yard, a dead woman... will you be sad?
