Next to the carriage, Feng Xin's hand hung there.
He just stood quietly and slowly lowered his hand.
"She is a caring person, King Feng, she treats you like this, you still have to be with her? You will harm her." Tianzun's voice floated from behind.
"Tianzun, you must have never loved anyone. If you have loved, you will find that when you love someone, you will become very selfish, and you will be reluctant to give her to other people. That person can only be me." Feng Xin turned around and smiled lightly.
The conversation in the carriage continued.
For the first time, Tianzun's eyes saw through the world, and there were fluctuations for the first time.
How could he never love, if not, how could he be willing to keep her for more than ten years.
There is a kind of love called the hand of the son.
There is also a kind of love, called looking at each other.
Feng Xin is selfish, so he would rather take Ye Lingyue's hand than die.
Tianzun confessed that he was also selfish, so when he knew that Qingfeng and Fenglan had no good results, he pretended to let go of his hand, but in the end, he used his own method to leave Qingfeng in his sight.
From Mercenary City to Emperor Que City, Ye Lingyue and Di Zun got along very well.
Ye Lingyue also realized the different aspects of Di Zun. With her delicate mind, she always felt that Di Zun seemed to care about Feng Xin.
But in the face of Feng Xin, Di Zun regained his dumb appearance without saying a word.
After traveling for more than ten days, Ye Lingyue and Feng Xin arrived in the city of Di Que.
This is Ye Lingyue's second trip to Emperor Que City in less than a year.
Because of the last unpleasant experience, Ye Lingyue's impression of Emperor Que City is very general, not to mention, this ancient and powerful city has many people she doesn't like and memories that she doesn't like.
When the last time came, Beiqing was still golden autumn, and the autumn colors on the streets were faintly visible. This time, it was already the end of winter.
Beiqing is much colder than Daxia. The tall trees that are common in the north have leaves that are lonely and bare.
The majestic walls of bluestones lined with cold light flashing behind the carriage are even more chilly.
The days of the Beiqing Emperor's enthronement commemoration were only a few days away. The carriages of envoys from various countries at the gate of the city continued to flow, and the carriages of Ye Lingyue and Feng Xin became increasingly unremarkable.
Just outside the gate of Emperor Quecheng, Tianzun came to resign. They were the noble guests of the Northern Qing Emperor. Outside the gate, there were already court attendants coming to greet him.
It can be seen that the relationship between Beiqing Emperor and Tianzun is very good.
Ye Lingyue didn't know whether Tianzun would tell Beiqing Emperor about his own affairs.
But even if she told, she was not afraid.
Before Tianzun said goodbye, he looked at Ye Lingyue meaningfully.
"Yuehou, you are a smart person, I hope you will gain something in Beiqing."
Tianzun looked like a senior, and walked away. He looked at Ye Lingyue and gave Ye Lingyue what she had been holding in her arms. Did not say, also boarded the chariot of the palace.
"Old God Stick." Ye Lingyue was indignant.
Feng Xin on the side, looking at Ye Lingyue sideways, took a silver-white fox fur and gathered it on Ye Lingyue's body, finishing it carefully for her.
The fluffy fox fur made Ye Lingyue's small face move more and more.
Immediately, Feng Xin slowly put on the black robes handed to him by the knife slave, and then put Ye Lingyue's hands, whose hands were cold with fingertips and cold, into his arms.
The two men and women are pretty and standing on the street, this is a very striking scenery.
Someone had already recognized Feng Xin, and when he saw the beautiful and mortal beautiful woman standing beside him, he could not stop talking softly.
Ye Lingyue was a little embarrassed when she saw Feng Xin's innocent innocence. She struggled symbolically a few times, but when she felt the warm touch in Feng Xin's arms, Ye Lingyue let out a soft voice.
"Why are you so warm? Don't you have a fever on the road?"
Feng Xin's body temperature has always been lower than that of ordinary people because of cold syndrome, even if he wears more.
But today, his body is warm and mellow, as if stuffed with a heater.
"Cough, Yuehou, the young master saw that you didn't like to use the hand stove, so he held the hand stove for one or two hours, and he covered the heat stiffly." The knife slave on the side interjected.
Ye Lingyue is a woman. Although she has practiced martial arts, her physique is not as good as a man.
Especially in the territory of Beiqing, the climate could not be adjusted at once, and the young master ordered someone to prepare a hand warmer, but Ye Lingyue felt that it was inconvenient to hold the hand stove and refused to use it.
Feng Xin can only hold it by himself, cover it up, and give Ye Lingyue a "human hand warmer".
Ye Lingyue's heart was warm, but it was sweetened by Feng Xin's intimate move. Feng Xin took advantage of her situation and hugged her in her arms. The tears in her warm eye sockets all fell.
Ye Lingyue thought, okay, taking this opportunity to help Feng Xin look at the cold in her body with Ding Xi. During this time with her, it seems that Feng Xin's disease has never been attacked.
Ye Lingyue put his hand on Feng Xin's body, quietly infiltrated Ding Xi into Feng Xin's body.
Fortunately, this time, the coldness was not serious. The powerful energy that Ye Lingyue touched earlier seemed to be dormant all at once.
Ye Lingyue felt relieved and took back the Ding Yi.
At this time, Ye Lingyue could hear Feng Xin's heartbeat.
After two clicks, suddenly Feng Xin's heartbeat accelerated a lot.
The hand was suddenly grabbed, Feng Xin held her hand, stared at her, there was something in his eyes, as if to be full.
Since she promised Feng Xin to ask for a marriage, Feng Xin was even more spoiled for her.
"Release, people are embarrassed to see." Ye Lingyue supported me, pretending to push Feng Xin.
"Good for your own woman, what's so shameful." Feng Xin smiled with white teeth, he was already beautiful, under the jade white face, the black fox fur, that was called a demon.
The knife slave was on the side, and the goose bumps rose.
Young Master was a very serious man before, but how did he meet Master Hou in the month, that's wrong, after changing his name to Young Lady, he became particularly shameless.
Yes, it's especially shameless!
Unconsciously, the two had walked outside the embassy of Beiqing. From the city gate to the embassy, there was a short road. The two walked all the way, but they didn't feel anything at all.
As for the courtesy car, the knife slaves, who had long been unseen, were sent outside the Beiqing embassy.
"I have entered the post and the embassy has a lot of people. I don't want to be remembered. For a while, we still don't want to meet each other." Ye Lingyue spent a lot of energy before getting warm from Feng Xin's arms. Drilled out.
"If you don't meet each other, you won't be able to meet. At least once a day." Feng Xin didn't see Ye Lingyue in one day, and he felt uncomfortable. He couldn't wait, so she turned her to Feng Man, facing him every day, looking at him.
"No, you and I are our masters. See you every day. It spreads to outsiders' ears. What do you say when you see it?" Ye Lingyue said, pushing Feng Xin into the carriage and instructing the knife slave, hurry up Send the Phoenix Monster back to Feng Mansion.