"Your Highness himself is also a person with temperament. You might as well ask yourself, will you stop missing me just because you don't meet?"

Youji seemed to be hit by the point of being hurt, and his eyes suddenly had nowhere to rest when he felt guilty.

Youmeng felt a little uncomfortable to control herself, so she didn't say a word, and her complicated eyes fell on her face: "Do you really want to see him?"

She slowly raised her eyes in front of his eyes, held tears, and gently twitched her lips: "I have to tell him some things. If he doesn't say them, he will misunderstand my feelings because of this, and I will go crazy..."

Her tone was not serious, but every word was harsh like a needle, which made Youji unable to bear it for a while. He turned his face miserably, but still forced his calmness on the surface: "Then when you go in, I will only give you an incense stick of time."

Youmeng's expression relaxed, and tears fell down for a moment: "Thank you, my brother, for your commitment..."

After saying that, he was about to turn around and enter the building, but he cried because of joy and felt dizzy. His feet were unstable. Fortunately, Feng Qiwu gently supported her: "Princess, don't worry, Qiwu will accompany you to the stairs."

She nodded, calmed down, and the guards at the door made their way out and let them in.

The rain on the eaves fell down the steps, and the ethereal splashed, silent but lost its spirit, as if it could no longer hear the noise of external objects. Everything seemed to be no longer important, noisy, he was the only one in the world...

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In the high pavilion of Wenyuan, the lights flashed and darkened, reflecting the lonely figure of plum blossoms. He sat upright quietly and gracefully, and the book in his hand was being sorted into the article "Shangshu·Da Yumo".

"The heart of man is dangerous, the heart of Tao is small, and the essence is only one, and you can hold it in the middle. Do not listen to nonsense words, and do not ask for insignificant plans." He took the excerpt of this sentence and was inexplicably restless, "Don't listen to nonsense words...Don't listen to nonsense words..."

He murmured and repeated the sentence, his pen paused, unable to suppress his chaotic mind. He closed his eyes tightly, as if he was constantly reminding himself: "Nothing... don't listen..."

"Dongdongdongdong--"

Just at this moment, he heard the footsteps of his hurry up the stairs, and became closer. He turned curiously and saw two figures jumping on the corner of the stairs outside the curtain - one of them, and could not wait to face him, and with just one glance, the heaven and earth turned into silence.

She appeared in her sight like that unexpectedly, with her tender and sad face, and thousands of words were hidden in her eyes, like a stranded change of life...

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This is the first time Feng Qiwu has seen a man who was missed by her in her heart - Mei Rumo Painting, with stars falling from her eyes. His eyes are extraordinary and lofty, cold and indifferent, as clear as a wash, and clear as clouds and clear wind, as if all the emotions in the world used to express joy, anger, sorrow and happiness are sealed in it, and the cold and arrogant sarcasm in it.

He was indeed born with a beautiful and handsome appearance, as if he had embraced the brilliance of the sun and the moon. Perhaps it was because of his unfamiliar nature that the ice and snow plums were difficult to get close to that he had a fatal attraction to the women in the world. Even a woman like Youmeng, who was proud and arrogant in the world, was willing to sink into his eyes... Through her staring at her crazy eyes, Feng Qiwu finally realized the love in her mind, which had a crystal clear purity like ice ridges.

"Qiwu..."

She called him in a daze, just like a dream, he immediately understood it and smiled softly: "Princess, don't worry, talk to the Grand Tutor, Qi Wu retreated first."
Chapter completed!