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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.

Lian Ru Yue looked at Feng Yunzheng and didn't hesitate to look at him, as if she was looking for an answer as she asked:

"Then, to what extent does Your Highness think?" Kill the Fourth Prince and obtain the throne? " she asked.

"What about you? How far do you think you are? Kill Fourth Royal Brother? " He asked.

He would do whatever she wanted, and if she wanted the throne, he would bring it to her.

Lian Ruyue turned around and looked at the calm water surface. After a long while, a trace of killing intent slowly emerged from her body. She slowly clenched her fists and allowed her fingernails to sink into her palms.

"Imperial Throne, as long as it isn't Feng Qianyue sitting, I don't mind."

"Fine, it doesn't matter. What about Fourth Prince …" he asked.

"No, I don't want him dead!

I want him to go to hell, I want him to be betrayed by his closest kin, I want him to suffer the most terrible torture in the world, I want him to not die, to not live, to not be human, to not be a ghost, I want to skin him, pull his tendons, dig out his eyeballs, want him, want him … "

She was like a heartless demon, expressionlessly speaking of the world's most terrifying curse. However, two streams of tears uncontrollably rolled down her face, her hands becoming more and more forceful as her fingertips nearly penetrated those tender white palms.

Feng Yunzheng sensed that something was wrong and suddenly raised his head. Seeing her shaking shoulders and trembling shadow, the smile on his face disappeared.

He suddenly stood up and quickly walked in front of her. He wrapped his palms around her hands and gently said, "Enough, enough, I know, I know. I will help you do what you want to do, alright, Yue Er, I will help you. Let go of your hands and let go … … "I forbid you to hurt yourself …"

Trembling, he pried open her palm. The palm had been pierced through with his fingertip, revealing a bone that was dripping with blood. It was a shocking sight, yet it seemed as if he didn't know how painful it was!

How much did she hate him, for her to do such a heavy thing to him!

Seeing the pain in his heart, he tore off a corner of his gown and carefully bandaged her up. He tied a knot on the back of his hand and said, "Go back and get Green Branch to use the best plaster for you. You're not allowed to touch anything, you're not allowed to …"

"Pa Da …" A warm tear fell onto the back of his hand. Feng Yunzheng was startled and raised his head. He saw that her expressionless face had two lines of tears on it. That ice-cold and heartbroken appearance of hers …

It made him feel like he had fallen into hell!

She seemed to be a heartless person. She would use the most ruthless method to deal with the enemy and leave them no room for escape. But who knew the pain in her heart? He knew, he knew, he knew!

His heart clenched in pain! Yue Er, Yue Er.

He couldn't help but raise his hand, his rough fingers slowly wiping away the tears on her face. His other hand lifted, wanting to embrace her, but in the end, he slowly lowered it.

"…" Feeling the strange touch on her cheek, Lian Yue suddenly regained her senses. She hurriedly took a step back and quickly wiped away the tears on her cheeks. In an instant, she retracted the sliver of weakness and returned to her fierce and ruthless appearance, as if she had once again become the most merciless woman.

As if nothing had happened, she said, "Your Highness, the next Imperial Autumn Hunt is going to be a crucial turning point. Whether Consort Liang can come out of the Cold Palace or not, and whether you can return to the Imperial Court, will all depend on this time. I hope that this time, none of us will let her down!"

Seeing her return to her cold appearance, Feng Yunzheng couldn't help but feel disappointed. She still hadn't opened her heart to him and was still on guard against him.