Before Yu Jingfeng left, he looked back at her and said calmly: "If the prince knows that you left me, he will definitely be unhappy."
Leng Yue's heart trembled, as if she was waking up from a dream. Looking at Zhan Qingcheng's walking figure, two tears almost fell from the corners of her eyes because of the sourness.
The Lord did not look back. After Feng Jiuer and the others left completely, there was no longer any concern for him here.
Leng Yue kept watching him go away until he could no longer be seen, then she finally bit her lip, turned around and chased him out of the valley.
She couldn't let go of the Lord, but it was her responsibility to take care of her adoptive father.
If something unexpected happened to her adoptive father on the way, the Lord would never forgive her for the rest of his life!
However, she really wanted to stay with the Lord, really wanted to...
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Deep in the valley, there is a particularly quiet place.
That plain white figure stood here for a long, long time.
Not far from him, there was a stone tablet with several names engraved on it.
However, the name was blocked by the plain white figure, making it difficult to see clearly.
There was a little bit of breeze blowing in the valley, and then it started to drizzle, and it actually started to rain lightly.
The rain was not heavy, but fell like frost and mist on the man's long hair, giving him an even more solemn aura.
I don't know how long it took, but two figures appeared on the trail in the distance.
Hu Shuang handed the umbrella in his hand to Madam Butterfly, turned around and left.
Madame Butterfly walked over slowly, holding an oil-paper umbrella above Zhan Qingcheng's head. She said softly: "Are you missing them again?"
Zhan Qingcheng didn't speak, he just stared at the stone tablet in front of him with deep eyes.
Madam Butterfly's eyes also fell on the stone tablet, and her voice was as gentle as the drizzle and breeze.
"Actually, they are happy, at least, they are all together. On the contrary, my Ahjiu has been alone for so many years. Isn't it very painful?"
He still didn't speak, and kept staring at the names on the stone tablet, his cold lips showing no trace of warmth.
It's like this every time he comes over. Sometimes he can stand there for a whole day just staring at this reputation. No one can stop him, let alone persuade him to leave.
Usually, when he was standing, Madam Butterfly would stand beside him, occasionally holding an umbrella for him, and just like now, occasionally, she would talk to him.
However, this child doesn't like to talk. Most of the time, she is the one doing the talking.
As for whether he listened or not, no one knows.
Madam Butterfly's eyes returned to his face, and he looked at the scenery in front of him, but at this moment, he became the most beautiful scenery in her eyes.
"Ajiu, at least you still have an aunt, right?"
Seeing that his handsome face was soaked by the rain, with a few drops of drizzle remaining on it, Madam Butterfly took out her handkerchief and wanted to wipe the raindrops off his face.
But before her hand could touch his face, it was already blocked by his big palm.
Madam Butterfly is not angry, her Ah Jiu has always been like this, he has been like this since he was a child, he doesn't like women's touch.
When I saw how he was getting along with Feng Jiuer today, I thought that his reluctance to contact women had changed. However, I didn't expect that his changes would vary from person to person.
As if she was used to it, Madam Butterfly put away the handkerchief and still looked at his face with deep and clear lines, like a sculpture.
He didn't speak, so she just stood quietly with him.
I don't know how long it took, Hu Shuang came from the road and stood quietly in the distance. Madam Butterfly looked at Zhan Qingcheng and said, "You are not as good as before now. Don't stand for too long. Go back and rest later."
"Auntie will go to Mr. Mo Bai first to study how to remove the poison for you. Don't stand for too long. When you get better, I won't care if you stand for as long as you want, okay?"
In fact, she is not his aunt, but over the years, he has been accustomed to calling her aunt.
Knowing that he would not pay attention to her, and usually at this time, he would always fall into his own thoughts, Madam Butterfly did not force herself anymore, and turned around and walked towards Hu Shuang.
Hu Shuang wanted to say something, but Madam Butterfly shook her head. Hu Shuang had no choice but to follow Madam Butterfly and stay away from this place.
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He was floating up and down, as if he was floating on the sea, and Feng Jiuer had no idea where he was.
All I know is that deep in my heart, I feel an indescribable pain, as if I am being torn apart by several blunt knives.
It would be nice if I could kill her with one knife, but the knife was really not sharp enough, so I just used brute force to cut her heart, and kept cutting.
It hurts! Every nerve and every cell in the pain is about to explode.
However, when she finally regained some willpower and felt that she was about to wake up, the dizzy feeling suddenly seeped into her shoulders again.
Damn it, I don’t know who it was, but they tapped her acupuncture points again, making her completely unconscious.
Uncle Nine Emperors, what will he do without her?
"Take good care of her." Di Ji pushed the wheelchair out, leaving Leng Yue alone.
"Sir." Eleven and Twelve had been standing by the door. When they saw Di Ji coming out, they immediately went over, supported his wheelchair, and pushed him out of the room.
"Master, she...is waiting for you in the side hall."
"I understand, just keep this girl safe and I can go by myself."
Leaving Eleven and Twelve behind, Emperor Ji walked towards the side hall by himself.
This is Mocheng's inn. They have tokens for the Twelve Flying Dragon Riders and can come and go freely here.
However, the two people in the side hall seemed to be able to come and go freely anywhere, regardless of whether they had tokens or not.
"Mr. Di." Hu Shuang saw him coming to the door and took the initiative to move his wheelchair in for him.
However, Di Ji waved his hand and slapped the handle of the wheelchair with his big palm. The chair immediately seemed to be alive and he crossed the threshold.
In the side hall, a plain white figure stood by the window, looking at the scenery outside.
The snow-white dress makes it impossible to tell how old she is.
"I haven't seen you for so many years. I didn't expect that you haven't changed at all." Even if you don't look at her face, her appearance is completely different from back then.
"But you have changed a lot." The person standing by the window was the woman who was still standing with Zhan Qingcheng at noon, Madam Butterfly.
Although Di Ji also went to Butterfly Valley before, he did not really enter the deep valley, and naturally he never saw her.
Madam Butterfly's turn made Di Ji sigh with emotion.
It has been almost twenty years, but time has not left many traces on her face. In fact, she is living a more peaceful life than before.
Looking back on myself, I have indeed aged in the past twenty years.
"Prince Ji, I didn't expect that you are older than I thought."
Madame Butterfly walked over, leaned slightly in front of him, and placed her hand on his leg.
"Are these legs injured by those people in that disaster?"
