âItâs getting late. Miss Feng, Iâll be leaving first.â
After the seventh maid left, Mo Ye cupped his hands to give a bow as an indescribable deep look appeared in his black eyes.
He actually couldnât take it anymore, that little girl really had too few clothes on.
She was already weak and she was recovering from her illness, so she had already stood long enough in the snow.
He couldnât see her face clearly because of her makeup, but he was worried about her.
When did he start having concerns......
He didnât know, but he knew that since the day in the snow, there were many times where he thought of her whenever he saw snow.
âYoung master Mo, youâre in such a rush to leave? I havenât finished the dance that I was dancing just now! I also only drank a single cup of pear blossom wine.â Feng Ling Erâs red lips curled slightly. With the cold breeze blowing up the lace on her body, she looked even more charming.
âItâs getting late and the emperor told this servant to look after the princess.â He looked at Luo Qing Chen and said, âI should send the princess back.â
Without knowing why, when Mo Ye said these words, her eyes couldnât help turning a bit red.
That kind of acting like they were calm, not even letting their fingertips tremble.
In the snow, his words were like a hug for her, not letting her be here by herself, feeling so alone......
âIt should be the first time the princess has come to my Splendid Moon Hall, how about you come in? Iâm a very sloppy person by nature and donât have much to entertain the princess with......â After a pause, she revealed a smug smile, âOther than the fine jars of wine that young master Mo brewed, thereâs nothing else.â
In Feng Ling Erâs heart, a man like Mo Ye should naturally love someone like her.
Enchanting and charming.
How could he like a little girl who was still fresh and he had to follow around day and night.
It should have already been clear and now she was looking at Luo Qing Chen like she was the winner.
She would always be a loser.
Mo Ye heard this and knitted his brows. His expression changed slightly as he narrowed his eyes and said with a grin, âIf miss Feng wants to drink, how about I send the princess back first before coming back to the Splendid Moon Hall? What do you think?â
âI donât think itâs good.â Luo Qing Chen bit her lip before suddenly looking up with her clear eyes, looking right into his deep eyes.
There was a look of unwillingness with a bit of aggrievance.
âPrincess......â
âSince aunt is inviting me, how could I refuse?â Luo Qing Chen gently fanned the fan in her hand, âThen Iâll have to trouble aunt.â
As soon as her voice fell, she went in without even looking back. She suddenly felt like drinking and getting drunk......
This hall was filled with lace and such. If this wasnât the palace, she would have thought that this place was no different from a brothel.
There was even a perfume in the air. She didnât understand why Mo Ye became a wine brewer to brew wine just for Feng Ling Er.
Was it because she sang well?
Or because she had a good figure?
Or because she looked so charming when drinking?
She didnât know why, but she knew that the fragrance of the wine was very tempting.
âItâs not easy to find pear blossoms on this snowy day, but when I said I liked it yesterday, young master Mo specially brewed this pear blossom wine for me.â Feng Ling Er waved her hand as she said with a smile, âQing Qing, bring another cup and fill it for the princess.â
When she heard these words, her heart was filled with waves, but she was calm on the surface.
Feng Ling Er carefully watched her, but she couldnât find a single clue!
Mo Ye standing on the side suddenly spoke.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âHer highness is currently ill, itâs better if she doesnât drink wine.â
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