Farmer Lady of Fortune, Imperial Concubine, Don’t Be Too Sweet

Chapter 139

Back at the small courtyard, Liu Yusheng whispered farewell on the branch road between the guest room and the inner courtyard.

The man stood in place and watched her go away.

Qian Wanjin hadn't returned yet, and the room was quiet.

Sitting at the bed, Liu Yusheng thought of the man involuntarily.

Wind green cypress, as its name suggests, the breeze is bright, like cypress and pine.

He is very restrained in dealing with others, restrained in a polite and not too distant distance.

When speaking, the eyes are clear and soft, making people feel uncomfortable.

Minister of Regency, King Nanling.

Standing at such a high position, it should be a man who has gone through thousands of sails, and he could not find a trace of coldness on him.

As if born, that is a person with a beautiful moonlight scenery.

Moreover, such a high-weight person, she could not feel the distance in him.

The look in her eyes made her feel that she was on an equal footing with him.

In the inner courtyard, Feng Qingbai sat on the chair and looked at his right hand in a loss.

Just now, her eyelashes were brushed lightly in his palm, and her delicate touch of skin still remained on it.

After nine years, she touched her again and again, but this was the case.

He promised to take her to the inn. He had already expected what scenes she would see. He did it on purpose.

He wanted her to see clearly, that was what he was living in.

Every moment, someone is counting him, and every moment, someone wants him to die.

Every moment of his life is killing.

She should be scared and stay away from him when she meets again.

But at the last moment, he couldn't help covering her eyes, he didn't want those clean and clear eyes to see the dirty blood.

Rather than saying he was scaring her to make her afraid, it was better that he was forcing himself to keep himself away.

"Uncle Huang, can that person still be found?" The boy sat in a corner and asked softly.

Since returning home, Uncle Huang has been sitting there in a daze, his expression and eyes are very different from usual.

This strange change made him feel uneasy.

"My King will do his best." The man said, "If you can't find it, look for other ways. If all else fails, then you will be mentally prepared and have a life."

Very ruthless, really spit out from the man's mouth, but the young man feels inexplicably pragmatic.

At least, he didn't coax him with nice words like everyone else.

"Uncle Huang, if I really die, can you bury me alone in a grave and let me bury my father and mother in one place." Hope.

Even if he had never seen it before, he wanted to be buried with them.

If they were alive, he thought, they would love him.

Dad's love and mother's love, after death, he can always experience it.

Feng Qingbai quietly condensed the boy for a long while, and said, "Okay."

"Thank you Uncle Huang!" A happy smile appeared on the teenager's face.

If he made such an excessive request, the uncle would ignore him.

He was so happy to agree today, he was very happy.

Uncle Huang is a man who promises to do it, so I'm not afraid he lied to him.

Only then, in order to fulfill the promise, the uncle was afraid that he would have to play a game with those humerus veterans of North Korea.

The emperor was buried with his father and mother after his death. There was no precedent in the first dynasty.

After noon, Fu Bo came to report that the girl living in the guest house had already had lunch and had a rest.

The boy saw the face of the Emperor's face softly.

After that, Wei Zi came to report the progress of the disappearance of the people in Baicao Valley.

Without notice, the boy quietly slipped out of the door.

He saw that scene in the morning.

At that time he was standing by the window of the flower hall, just looking at the scene.

He saw that Huang Shu took the initiative to talk to the woman.

Use an expression he has never seen before.

Vaguely, he always felt that the woman was somewhat similar to the girl who had a glimpse on the street yesterday, when the uncle's reaction was particularly violent.

He did not expect that the woman had actually lived in the guest house, and the uncle actually took care of his daily diet, saying that he would not believe it without being weird.

He wanted to see who the woman was.

"Master, the emperor sneaked away to the guest house." The boy did not know that he had been hit by a small report on his hind foot as soon as he left.

The man listening to the report looked pale for a moment, after a while, "don't stop."

The young man did not know, if no one was willing to let go, he would not be able to get out of this house.

Walking all the way into the guest house, there was a thrill of being a thief. The teenager wiped his face, straightened his mentality, and at the same time straightened his bowed waist.

Walking along the eaves and looking in the windows of each guest room, he quickly found the person he was looking for.

The girl fell asleep, sleeping peacefully and looking very well-behaved.

The pale cheeks were faintly flushed, and the skin could be broken.

Quirky nose, small mouth.

The combination is at most a beautiful lady, barely looking.

The teenager left his corner of his mouth a little disappointed. "Not so pretty."

Far worse than the charming beauty in the palace.

How could he let the uncle treat him differently?

With his elbow on the window sill and supporting his jaw, the teenager continued to look at the face unwillingly, trying to find a unique bright spot. There must be something that he didn't find attractive, otherwise, with this face alone, he would bet the uncle would not look at her more.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" It wasn't until the lightly closed eyes opened that he looked at him generously.

The highlight is those eyes.

Clean and clear, like the sky washed by rain, there is no trace of impurities.

But it is not the kind of innocence that is almost innocent, but the purity that does not hide dirt.

"Look at it?" Liu Yusheng got up, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the window half-adolescent with a funny look.

In this ancient age, this age can also be called Duntu prodigal son.

"Then why aren't you angry?" Why didn't you think he was rude? Shouldn't it be the same as those women who are embarrassed and yelling Deng Tuzi crying with rain?

The teenager was not guilty of being captured, but instead was more curious in his eyes.

Liu Yusheng laughed, his eyes were bent into a beautiful crescent, "because your eyes are very clear."

Deng's eyes can be distinguished from pure eyes.

Alas, the boy nodded and his smile was a bright spot.

Barely counted her through.

In fact, it doesn't matter what he thinks of her. The key is that Uncle Huang likes it. Teenagers just don't admit it.

Uncle Huang promised to let him be buried with his father and mother in the future. He should be able to believe him a little bit more.

Both have no father and mother, and are considered to have lived together for eight years.

He looked after this woman, and it was reasonable for him to help him.

(End of this chapter)