C279 Agreement of the year (2/2)
Feng Yan walked to Lin Chuyue's side, opening the cloak on his body and hugging him, ”Are you warm now?”
”Yes, it's much warmer now.”
Nestling in Feng Yan's embrace, Lin Chuyue felt a warm feeling in her heart. ”Why did you leave the palace so early?
”This King is worried about you.”
In one sentence, Feng Yan stretched out his hand, and tucked the long hair on Lin Chuyue's forehead behind his ears, ”Let's go home.”
”Alright, let's go home.”
Holding Feng Yan's hand, Lin Chuyue turned around and left the tavern.
Before Feng Yan left the tavern, his eyes fell upon Jun Wuchen. The coldness in his eyes was even colder than the snow.
Walking on the main street, her hands were tightly grasped by the phoenix eyes. Tangyue turned her head and chuckled.
”Prince, are you jealous?”
”Yue'er, do you think This King should be jealous?”
Sensing that there wasn't much hidden meaning in his words, Lin Chuyue's heart dropped.
”I feel that a man as wise and powerful as the prince would not be jealous, right?”
Lin Chuyue put on a tall hat on Feng Yan's head and smiled, ”Feng Yan, close your eyes.”
Seeing Lin Chuyue's mysterious expression, Feng Yan felt a little puzzled, but he still obediently closed his eyes.
At this time, Lin Chuyue squatted down, held a handful of snow and crumpled it into a ball with both hands, and ran forward a few steps until she maintained a safe distance from Feng Yan. Then, she threw the snow ball in his hands onto Feng Yan's face.
The snowball in Lin Chuyue's hand struck straight at Feng Yan's handsome young man, causing the ice-cold snow to fall onto the ground along his face.
Gradually opening his eyes, Feng Yan looked at the smiling little face and laughed helplessly.
Gu Lang and the others watched Owner's actions.
With his martial arts skills, he could dodge attacks that were hundreds of meters away, not to mention the small snowball thrown by master. If it wasn't for the prince giving way to master with all his heart to make him happy, master wouldn't have been able to succeed.
Once she returned to the Lin's Medicine Hall, Lin Chuyue saw that everyone was lazily sitting on chairs.
”Why are all of you so free?”
”There's no one around when it snows.”
Wang Feng yawned. Whenever it was raining and snowing, they were always free.
However, the people who were used to being busy suddenly became a little unaccustomed to it.
”Boss, you look better and better these days.”
”That's right, it's like a blossoming peach blossom, pinkish.”
Zhang Qiao's words made the few of them nod their heads, the boss' complexion had recently improved a little compared to before.
He used to be a face of death, but now he's a normal person.
”Stop talking. If there's nothing else, then let's play mahjong.”
”Mahjong?”
Hearing Lin Chuyue's strange words, a few people were confused.
Lin Chuyue forgot, in this era, they are not called mahjong, they are called Ma Zang [1]. ”Let's hang ourselves and win some money.”
Hearing that, Wang Feng's eyes instantly became round, and with Li Le and, the two of them sat together on the table.
”Let's just say it first, we are called the God of Hanging Horse. If anyone of you loses at that time, don't cry.”
Wang Feng was brimming with confidence as he chuckled.