C135 (1/2)

Because of his appearance, the air around him became graceful and noble.

He sat down in front of Lian Ru Yue and looked at her writing. The smile in his eyes was about to spill out. From his angle —

Lian Ruyue when writing, fibril hand holding the stick of incense bamboo, slightly tilted, skin like jade, beautiful eyes, eyes like paint, bright and clear moving.

The expression on that small, elegant, white, and greasy face was extremely serious. His long eyelashes fluttered like a fan, causing his heart to flutter, and his hair swayed slightly on its bun as she wrote.

The sunlight quietly poured down onto their bodies, bringing with it the tranquility of a past life.

Beautiful! Beautiful! Every part was so beautiful! No matter how he looked at the person, the person he took a fancy to looked good. He really wanted to just keep watching and not leave.

Feng Yunzheng suddenly felt a sense of happiness and the smile on his face became even more profound.

”Cough …” Standing beside Feng Yunzheng, Ye Feng saw that his master didn't even blink when he looked at his eldest miss. He truly felt ashamed, so he lightly coughed.

She was clearly a person who had everything on her body, yet she spurred her horse halfway before stealthily coming over, and squeezed out this precious time to come over. However, she just sat there and watched her write without saying a word, and she even watched with such relish and interest, as if this was the most wonderful thing in the world.

With a light cough, Feng Yunzheng summoned some of his thoughts. He straightened his posture and said, ”Eldest Miss' words are like a beauty's hairpin; they are exceptionally pleasing to the eyes.”

”The masked man who helped me with Grandmother's birthday banquet was the Ninth Prince.” Lian Ruyue didn't seem to care about his praise as she casually continued copying Wang Xizhi's body.

Feng Yunzheng could not help but laugh. His eyes did not shift away from her as he said, ”You saw it again. You're really smart.”

Lian Meng Yue continued to write, her voice was like an empty valley Nightingale's, slowly saying, ”In that case, Greenwood is also the Ninth Prince's person, and not the Eighth Prince's.”

She put down her brush, raised her eyes, and looked straight at Feng Yunzheng. He lazily leaned on the chair in front of her. This man's elegance was truly too beautiful. Anyone who looked at him would feel that he was pleasing to the eyes.

”Yes, I arranged for you to have Greenwood.” Feng Yunzheng bluntly said.

”Why?” she asked.

Why?

Because I want to collect you well, place you properly, carefully preserve you, avoid your shock, avoid your suffering, avoid you wandering around, so that you have a branch to rely on.

You don't have to be like your previous life, lonely and helpless, bitterly hoping for someone who will never come. As long as you want, as long as I have everything, I'll give it all to you.

In the future, I can stand shoulder to shoulder with you and watch the world flourish. The heaven and earth are vast.

So, I want to do everything for you --

However, in the end, Feng Yunzheng did not speak his mind, and instead said — —

”Because we seem to have a common enemy and a common goal, I must ensure your safety. I don't want to lose you … This ally. ” If she were to suddenly say something like that, it would probably scare her to death. Right now, this was the only plausible explanation for her to have a proper reason to appear by her side.