Evil King, Please Be Gentle - Chapter 694

Wei Xingyue had known where his mind was. Now, he seems to be not angry.

When Wei Xingyue saw his song, he said in a low voice: “it’s late. Let’s go back earlier, sir. It’s deeper and heavier, so as not to get cold.”

For the first time, Wei Xingyue asked yeran to leave earlier.

Yeran understands her mind, but he always owes her, so he has the greatest patience and time to make up for it.

Yeran gave the zither to the maid on one side and got up. Seeing that Wei Xingyue’s face was a little white, she took off her cloak and put it on her. She said in a soft voice, “you should go back to your room earlier. If you have something to do, just send someone to the palace.”

Wei Xingyue dare not look into his eyes, his eyes are too gentle, even for everyone is so gentle, but Wei Xingyue will still be desperate to sink in.

Wei Xingyue bowed her head, answered the question and stopped talking.

Night dye see her so, also no longer long stay, turn round then slowly left.

Wei Xingyue felt the warmth of the Cape. Her eyes were astringent. She looked up and saw yeran’s back. She wanted to catch up with her, but after two steps, she still endured. She just sat in the corridor, covered her face and wept.

Jinghong was distressed: “princess, since all the gentlemen are here, why don’t you tell him what you really want? Let him stay, let him marry you, and let him stay with you forever. ”

“I don’t know.” Wei Xingyue’s heart is very confused and mixed. She doesn’t know what she should do. She still loves him like that, wants to get him, wants to stay in his gentle arms, and listens to the warm and rapid breathing of the two people, but all these things seem to have been changed.

When yeran leaves from Liang’s house, Liang min and Zhao Nianqing are going out to meet him. Without waiting for Liang min to salute, Zhao Nianqing blurts out: “when will you marry Xingyue?”

Yeran is asked.

He did want to give Wei Xingyue a place, but he never seemed to want to marry, how to marry, and even for their future, he had no illusions.

Zhao Nianqing has a straight temperament, but she is still simple and has not so many thoughts.

When she saw yeran’s silence, she began to laugh: “my Lord must be thinking about the day, but it should be earlier, or the servants in the house will laugh at Xingyue.” With that, he happily pulls Liang min out with a sad face.

Yeran looks at them leaving, looks slightly moved, and asks the person beside her: “should I marry Xingyue earlier with three media and six rites?”

“Slave…” How dare people talk about the master?

Night dye thought about it and said: “turn around and let the person of the Secretary Li Jian come to see me.” Then he stepped into the carriage and left.

Yeran’s words soon spread to Wei Xingyue’s ears.

Wei Xingyue was still sad. After hearing this, she felt better. Even her appetite was better. She no longer vomited what she ate.

Jinghong folded two camellia flowers from outside and put them in the white jade bottle. She took them to the window and said with a smile, “the princess’s happiness, anger, sorrow and happiness are still around her husband.”

“Yes.” Wei Xingyue came forward to play with camellia, a burst of bitter smile, if you can, she also want to forget, lovely so unforgettable, how can she forget?

I only wish that your heart is like mine, and you will not lose your love.

Lin Chuyu doesn’t know about Liang’s house yet. After a night’s raid, she successfully catches Nanjiang people hiding in the capital and Lou Fengqin, the ninth Prince of Nanjiang, who pretends to be an old man and intends to sneak away. However, Bai Xue seems to have evaporated from the world and has no news at all.

Lin Chuyu was busy until the day was about to break. After listening to Zhuque’s reply, she sat quietly in a small restaurant on the corner of the street.

This small restaurant is located in the back lane. A big stove at the door is very hot, and the white water in the big pot of the copper stove is also very hot. The boss in clean clothes is busy cooking noodles and wonton for the guests. The boss’s wife sits in the back with a brand-new thin jacket, and wears an apron to help cut the stuffing. From time to time, she even yells at her four or five-year-old son.

In front of Lin Chuyu, there is a bowl of hot wonton just brought by the boss’s naughty little son. The boss smiles and greets Lin Chuyu: “the reception is not good, please treat me more.”

Just finished, there was another shout inside the point of the face, the boss is busy again.

In such a fireworks atmosphere, in such a morning, Lin Chuyu suddenly felt that her whole body’s burden seemed to be relaxed for a moment.

Looking at the harmony of the boss’s family, Lin Chuyu felt a warm current in her heart.

“Give me a bowl of wonton like that lady.”

Just as Lin Chuyu was about to taste the soup spoon, a familiar voice rang out from the door of the shop.

“Good!” The boss should be neat, his youngest son ran to the milk of the Hello: “the son inside sit.”

“Good.” The male voice answers.

Lin Chuyu raised her head and looked at the man with black hair and bright eyes. Her eyes flashed.

Wei Linyuan looked at her eyes, dropped his eyes and said to the boss’s son: “the lady is staring at me, so I’ll sit with her.”The younger son giggled and asked Lin Chuyu: “lady, lady, this young man wants to sit at the same table with you. Do you want to sit with him?”

The landlady also followed: “if you don’t agree, we’ll ask you to sit on the second floor.”

Lin Chuyu looked at Wei Linyuan with a serious face, but he said something unorthodox. He pursed his lips and said, “this young man is my uncle. Let him have a table with me.”

Uncle?

Wei Linyuan took a puff from the corner of his mouth. He has been in the battlefield for half a year. He has gone through a lot of vicissitudes, and he has not grown up like this!

Looking at the shop owner’s face again, Wei Linyuan had no choice but to smile and sit beside her as Uncle Lin Chuyu.

Wei Linyuan’s skin is really bad, but the war he experienced did not leave frost in his eyes. On the contrary, it made him look more resolute and domineering.

The other guests in the shop could not help peeping at Lin Chuyu before. Now, Wei Linyuan is sitting there. He is so angry and cold that he doesn’t dare to look at Lin Chuyu more.

But the owner of the shop, still happy, cooked wonton, sprinkled with a handful of green onion, and warmly said: “Sir, take your time!”

Lin Chuyu originally thought that Wei Linyuan’s identity should not be used to such a stall. Unexpectedly, Wei Linyuan did not hesitate to pick up the spoon and eat the soup and the crystal clear wonton in his mouth.

After eating, he said, “it’s delicious.”

Lin Chuyu blinked: “brother yuan is used to eating?”

“Naturally.” Wei Linyuan said calmly.

When Lin Chuyu thought about it, it was also not allowed to cook in a pot when he really wanted to raid or ambush on the battlefield. He could eat dry food and drink cold water in winter.