"Do you need to say this? You and I are enemies."

Feng Jiuqing's lake-blue eyes were clearly smiling, but Feng Xiye felt a chill on her back.

"Enemy?"

He murmured and suddenly felt an empty space in his heart.

When he was lost in thought, Feng Jiuqing tried her best to break free from his hand.

At this time, the smile was no longer in her eyes, and her eyes glanced at Feng Xiye's neck from time to time, as if she was thinking about how to leave a permanent mark on it next time.

Feng Xiye laughed angrily and held Feng Jiuqing's wrist behind her back with one hand, forcing her to look into his eyes.

"So what if we are enemies? We still have to fulfill the king's will to get married."

Feng Jiuqing said sarcastically: "Is there such a thing? Why didn't you tell me when you sent me to Dayan?"

Those glazed eyes seemed to see through Feng Xiye's eyes into his soul, making it impossible to escape the dirty things he had done before.

He turned his head away, not daring to look into Feng Jiuqing's eyes.

Feng Jiuqing's voice made him unable to escape.

"Brother Xiye, when do you think we will get married?"

Following Feng Jiuqing's words, Feng Xiye's thoughts drifted back to a long, long time ago. At that time, Feng Jiuqing was innocent and she would believe whatever he said.

Although she had never shown her desire for power in front of him, he still felt that he was a threat and sent him to the Great Yan Dynasty.

The people he sent out wanted to kill her, but the news about her continued to reach his ears through other people's messages.

He was in agony, but he couldn't bear to let go of the power he had gained.

When she knew that she had fallen off the cliff and her life or death was uncertain, he finally saw his heart clearly.

He didn't really want her to die.

He turned around and looked at the face that was no different from that of the fourteen-year-old Feng Jiuqing. As if he was confused, he murmured and said the words that the fourteen-year-old Feng Jiuqing wanted to hear most.

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"When I win first place in the archery competition, I will propose marriage to the king."

But he couldn't wait for Feng Jiuqing's joyful voice. He only saw those pale thin lips opening and closing slightly, and the words he spat out were cold, "But I don't want to marry you."

All the memories were broken, Feng Xiye came back to her senses, shook her head with a wry smile, and tried hard to ignore that the current Feng Jiuqing was different from the past, "It doesn't matter, as time goes by, many things become less important.

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This sentence seemed to be spoken to Feng Jiu, but also seemed to be spoken to himself.

"Little Lord!"

The sound of the full moon sounded outside, and Feng Xiye let go of Feng Jiuqing.

"You and Man Yue haven't seen each other for a long time. I won't be in the way here. I'll come over to see you in the evening."

When he left, he didn't forget to take away the knife that Feng Jiuqing stole from Sherman.

Man Yue looked at Feng Xiye with guarded eyes.

Feng Xiye didn't seem to notice, and patiently asked, "Take good care of the young master during this period."

Only after he left did Man Yue dare to approach Feng Jiuqing.

"Young Master, I'm sorry."

Man Yue bent her knees and was caught by Feng Jiuqing with quick eyes and hands.

"What are you doing?"

"It's all my fault. If I had discovered Feng Xiye's ambition earlier, maybe the young master wouldn't have suffered so much now."

Feng Jiuqing shook her head, "It's not your fault. Didn't I find it myself?"

Seeing that Man Yue was fine, Feng Jiuqing also breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't seen Man Yue in this period of time, and she thought that Feng Xiye had...

Man Yue wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, her voice still filled with tears, "Young Master, do you really want to marry him?"

In the past, Feng Xiye was very kind to Feng Jiuqing and did her best in state affairs. She grew up with Feng Jiuqing, so naturally she was full of gratitude and recognition for this future consort.

It's just that she didn't expect that Feng Xiye had a wolfish ambition under her perfect appearance.

When she thought of this, the tears that had just stopped became more and more violent.

Feng Jiuqing stretched out her hand to wipe away her tears and shrugged, looking very indifferent.

"Anyway, it's not like I haven't been married before. It doesn't matter whoever I marry."

This sentence made Man Yue cry again.

"It's all my fault, young master, you'd better punish me."

Feng Jiuqing sighed deeply.

"These things have nothing to do with you. It's because I'm too stupid and I don't understand people well. Please talk to me more these two days."

Under Feng Xiye's sweet words, Feng Jiuqing had never managed government affairs at all, and was not very familiar with the political situation in the Western Regions. If she wanted to know these things, she would need Man Yue's help.

Man Yue wiped her tears and said, "Well, Man Yue hasn't spoken to the young master for a long time."

Man Yue didn't have any doubts, and Feng Jiuqing just said whatever she asked.

While having dinner in the evening, Feng Jiuqing caught a glimpse of Man Yue who was very worried.

As soon as she put down the bowls and chopsticks in her hands, Man Yue turned to look at her with worry on her face.

"Is the food tonight not to your taste?"

Feng Jiuqing shook her head. Although the food from the Western Regions was made in a strange way, it was made by a cook in the palace and it tasted pretty good.

She stared into the full moon's eyes and asked, "Are you worried?"

Man Yue hesitated but did not speak.

Feng Jiuqing pretended to be angry and said: "Is there something you won't even tell me?"

Man Yue was most afraid of her being angry, "No, it's just that I haven't seen the wet nurse since I was brought back by Feng Xiye last time. She is old and can't stand the trouble."

Although she really hoped that Feng Jiuqing would ask Feng Xiye, Feng Xiye was a ruthless person after all. In the past few years when Feng Jiuqing was away, he had used many cruel methods to force those who didn't want to surrender to surrender.

She was very afraid that Feng Xiye would do something to Feng Jiuqing if she was unhappy.

Seeing that she was about to cry as she spoke, Feng Jiuqing squeezed her hand and said, "Man Yue, we haven't seen each other for so long, are you so unfamiliar that you can't even speak to me?"

"Young Master, I..."

"Okay, I understand. Now that my father, queen and mother are gone, you and the nanny are the closest people to me. Now that I know that the nanny is in trouble, how can I just stand by and watch."

Man Yue wanted to say something else, but Feng Jiuqing comforted her, and finally had to accompany her to finish the dinner quietly.

It can be seen that Feng Xiye has a lot of things going on on weekdays, and every time he comes here, he has an unconcealable look of exhaustion on his face.

Feng Jiuqing saw that he was obviously tired and still wanted to talk to her about insignificant political matters.

Feng Jiuqing drank tea without saying a word, picking out some useful information from the information he revealed.

Perhaps it was because one person had a dry mouth when talking alone, Feng Xiye took a sip of tea, and looked at her with a smile as if she could not feel Feng Jiuqing's indifference at all.
Chapter completed!