cute and sweet

Chapter 1642 Uncle Seventeen is blushing? 1
A little stuffy and uncomfortable.

She suddenly felt that she seemed to be competing with Yue Ting.

To be exact, Feng Yin suddenly had an absurd idea, she felt that her soul was competing with her skin.

The target of the contest is Uncle Seventeen.

For this inexplicable idea, Feng Yin herself felt a little funny, but the more she thought about laughing it off, the more she kept this idea in her heart.

When you love someone, do you love her appearance or her soul?

Such a sentence came to Feng Yin's mind.

Then, she knew that the prince's elder brother chose that face, but what about Uncle Seventeen's choice?
Remembering that Uncle Seventeen seemed to love Yue Ting very much, and even made her the most favored concubine in the entire palace, Feng Yin felt that Uncle Seventeen's answer was probably that face.

In fact, Feng Yin didn't know that Gong Nanli had already had his own answer, but it was not what she thought.

And this simple question, after thousands of years, will still be chosen by many men and women who are in love.

So, what do you care more about is a person's appearance?
or inside?

……

Since the crown prince left, the entire Changsheng Palace has returned to its previous calm.

But in the dark, I felt that there seemed to be a difference, because the Lord Changsheng seemed to be not as good as before because of the serious illness before.

Even though the prince doesn't invite people to serve him because of his poor health, Yue Ting is still the most favored concubine.

At least, Gong Nanli would eat with her every day.

No one in the palace is serving the lord anymore, and they all know that the lord seems to be in a weak condition, and some people even began to quietly speculate whether the lord is about to...

It's just that the last word no one dared to say.
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When the lights came on, the palace was completely silent.

In Sile Garden, the lights in Gong Nanli's room were dim, indicating that the prince had already gone to bed.

Everyone knew well that the prince's health was getting worse and worse, and he had to rest so early.

At this moment, Gong Nanli, the protagonist who has been discussed by everyone, is on the soft couch in Nanlin Garden, watching the chess game in front of him attentively, playing against Feng Yin.

Watching Gong Nanli drop the black piece, Feng Yin casually threw the white piece in his hand, and said with a smile, "Oh, this round doesn't count, it doesn't count..."

As she spoke, she touched the chessboard with both hands. The original chess game was in chaos, and it was impossible to tell who won and who lost.

Seeing this, Gong Nanli looked at Feng Yin's childish action with eyes full of doting, and patted her on the head lightly: "You, you are still so good at playing tricks."

Feng Yin raised his head, confidently: "Uncle Seventeen is better at chess than me, so he won't be so fussy with me."

Hearing this, Gong Nanli shook his head and chuckled, but he didn't say anything after all.

He just stretched out his hand, held Feng Yin's little hand, stood up with Feng Yin's support, and walked back and forth in the room a few times.

When Gong Nanli started to sweat slightly, Feng Yin helped him to sit down again.

Wiping the sweat off Gong Nanli's cheeks, Feng Yin said, "Today is much better than yesterday. I believe Uncle Seventeen will be able to walk alone soon."

"It's all thanks to Yin'er." Gong Nanli said while holding her hand.

"This is the result of Uncle Seventeen's own strength." Feng Yin smiled with bright eyes and full of vitality.

Raising his hand, caressing this delicate face, Gong Nanli let out a low laugh...

(End of this chapter)