"I just sat for too long and my feet are numb." Nangong Ling said expressionlessly.

Seeing that he was okay, Feng Jiuqing lay back down again, "Let someone else bring it to you later, and you can go back and clean it up yourself."

Before Nangong Ling could speak, Feng Jiuqing raised her eyes and looked him up and down, "I just opened my eyes and almost didn't recognize him."

She said it euphemistically, but Nangong Ling had already understood it. He who never cared about appearance couldn't help but think of Tu Men's words before, and his face turned cold, "I'll ask Feng Qiqing to bring it to you later."

It's not that he didn't want to deliver it in person, he was just afraid that Feng Jiuqing would be hungry while washing up.

I don't know why, but the serious way he spoke made Feng Jiuqing want to laugh. Thinking about it, she did the same thing. Seeing her laugh out loud, Nangong Ling didn't have time to feel embarrassed.

He looked at Feng Jiuqing and said seriously: "You haven't been as happy as you are now for a long time?"

Feng Jiuqing raised her hand and touched her face, "Really?"

She had always felt bad and uncomfortable before, because the original owner would die because of her arrival, but now she felt relieved, because the Tumen's various behaviors made her guess that the original owner's ending might not be as tragic as she thought.

.

She is happy for the original owner.

But since Tumen didn't tell her, she naturally wouldn't take the initiative to ask.

"Well, your eyes can't deceive anyone." Nangong Ling reached out and touched her eyes.

His eyes were calm, but Feng Jiuqing felt as if her face was on fire.

She urged Nangong Ling, "Hurry up and get something to eat."

"Well, I'll go now."

He walked in a hurry, fearing that he would take a step too late, which made Feng Jiuqing feel uncomfortable.

Feng Qiqing came a little faster than Feng Jiuqing expected. Her young face was full of exhaustion. When she saw Feng Jiuqing, her calm eyes immediately gained some brilliance belonging to her age.

"Young Master, you are finally awake."

She looked excited. She opened the door and placed the soft porridge on the low stool next to Feng Jiuqing. She grabbed Feng Jiuqing's wrist and looked at her up and down.

"Young Master, is it really you?" Her eyes were full of joy, but also a little worried, "She won't come back again, will she?"

Feng Jiuqing's expression darkened, and she immediately realized that she had said the wrong thing, "Young Master, that's not what I meant."

Knowing that there was no way to hide it from Feng Jiuqing, she honestly admitted her mistake.

"I'm sorry, young master, but I really hope you can stay. Although she is also a living being, you are the one who is kind to me, so I have more compassion for you, so I hope you can

You are the one who stays."

Feng Jiuqing sighed. She knew this was selfishness that everyone had, but she still didn't want others to say that.

"Don't let me hear such words in the future. If it weren't for her words, I might have died long ago and become a wandering ghost."

Seeing that she didn't continue to be angry with her, Feng Qiqing nodded quickly, "Okay, I will listen to the young master."

She picked up the porridge and changed the subject, "Young master has just been seriously ill. Mr. Qin said that he wanted to eat something light. This millet porridge is cooked soft and sweet. Please try it, young master."

Feng Jiuqing raised her hand to take it, but Feng Qiqing held the bowl and ducked away, "Young master, there is no need to be polite to me. You saved my life. You are weak now, so you should let me help."

Can you please repay a little kindness?"

Her pitiful look made Feng Jiuqing unable to bear to refuse, and since she really didn't have the strength now, she didn't refuse.

After two bowls of porridge, exhaustion and sleepiness enveloped her, and Feng Qiqing helped her tuck in the quilt sensibly.

"Young Master, please take a rest if you are tired. Nangong Ling is a good man. He promised not to touch the country of the Western Regions, so you don't have to worry too much."

Hearing this, Feng Jiuqing frowned almost imperceptibly, holding back the sleepiness and looking at Feng Qiqing, "What about you? Are you worried about him coveting the country in the Western Region?"

Her sudden question made Feng Qiqing's face stiffen. He was just a child after all, and no matter how hard he hid his emotions, he still had nothing to hide from Feng Jiuqing.

"I know you are ambitious, but I don't want your ambition to swallow up your conscience."

After saying this, Feng Jiuqing was stunned. She smiled bitterly. In this world, ambition and conscience are two things that are inherently opposite. How could they exist in the same person at the same time?

Looking at Feng Qiqing who was holding her neck proudly, Feng Jiuqing was suddenly worried that the child was being raised crookedly by someone like her who didn't know how to raise children.

"That's all, you go out first and I'll think about it myself."

The disappointment in her eyes made Feng Jiuqing feel panicked. She didn't care to argue for herself, and she lay beside Feng Jiuqing's bed.

"Young Master, I was wrong. I shouldn't doubt Nangong Ling, and I shouldn't worry about him coveting the power of the Western Regions and be afraid of him. I just..."

She bit her lip and said, "I have heard that the young master will not stay in the Western Region anymore. I just don't want the young master to leave. I didn't do that just because I was worried that Nangong Ling would attack the Western Region."

Feng Jiuqing stared into her eyes and saw that her face was full of stubbornness and misunderstood sadness. She suddenly felt that she was a little too harsh.

"I'm sorry Qi Qing. I misunderstood you. At first, I thought you were worthy of the position of Crown Prince of the Western Regions because I thought you were more transparent than other children and knew what you wanted."

She stared into Feng Qiqing's eyes and said seriously: "But... sometimes it's not good to be too transparent. There is a saying that when things go to extremes, they will turn against each other. I hope you can always stay awake and not be as powerful as Feng Xiye.

Blindfolded.”

Feng Qiqing fell down on Feng Jiuqing's knees, sniffed, showing the rare coquettishness of a daughter.

"I remember, young master, please don't misunderstand me in the future, otherwise I won't want this throne."

Feng Jiuqing touched his head lovingly, "Don't talk nonsense, I will rest assured if the Western Region is left to you."

Prince Chun's Mansion.

After the Yan Dynasty invaded Yandu, Man Yue settled down with the nanny, found Wanyan Chun, and gave Wanyan Chun the two letters that the original owner had given her.

Holding the thick envelope, Wan Yanlun could not believe that she would leave something for him. He asked Man Yue several times blankly.

"Did she really give this to me?"

Seeing him like this, Man Yue felt very uncomfortable in her heart. She couldn't help but think about how great it would be if the person who was with her young master was Prince Chun.

She nodded seriously, her voice choked with sobs, "This is indeed the young master... the last thing you gave me at that time, I must deliver it to you."

After receiving the affirmative answer, Wanyan Juan couldn't wait to open the envelope in his hand and unfold the thick stack of paper.

He read it very slowly, fearing that the last thought would be read in a hurry. During the long wait in the future, he would not know how to spend the lonely days.

Contrary to what Wanyan Chun thought, the letter Feng Jiuqing left for him was full of lightness. It seemed that she had never encountered any troubles or experienced any pain. She just went to a place far away.

Play somewhere and will be back tomorrow.

She wrote a lot about things that happened when they were young, and those things overlapped with Wanyan Chun's memories, making his whole body surrounded by sadness.
Chapter completed!