From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 821

"Did you embroider it?" The young man's voice was light and cold.

"Um……"

"You like wisteria?"

Ye Xiaoxiao nodded: "It can't be folded, so I'll embroider one, so I can see it every day."

Feng Junran narrowed her eyes, the temperature in the room seemed to drop a lot, Ye Xiaoxiao lowered her head, she was instinctively afraid of this man, this was the pressure that man brought her in the previous life.

However, the young man didn't say much, he just said indifferently: "Departure tomorrow, follow me to Jiangbei."

Ye Xiaoxiao replied yes, and seeing the man walk out, she became puzzled, leaving tomorrow?What are you taking her for?Are you playing?
Modern people are used to doing things, so much so that Ye Xiaoxiao didn't think that she was actually serving people.

By candlelight, I packed up the bundle and packed the wisteria flower handkerchief together, and then the little man put on his clothes and lay down.

The next morning, Ye Xiaoxiao went out early and waited outside.

Xiaocui followed behind the old lady, and sent Feng Junran to the car.

Under the sunlight, the indifferent man was extremely handsome, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his figure was upright, exuding a frightening power.

When passing by Ye Xiaoxiao, Xiaocui gave him a hard look, and then reluctantly turned and left.

Mrs. Zhang watched her grandson get into the carriage in person. Ye Xiaoxiao stood outside the carriage a little at a loss. Mrs. Zhang glanced back and couldn't help but turn cold: "How can there be a servant girl waiting below?"

The little girl could only answer yes, and bit the bullet and got into the carriage.

The carriage looks inconspicuous from the outside, but the interior is very delicately decorated. The luxurious brocade quilt is covered with a thick layer. Sitting on it is like sitting on cotton, which is very soft. There is a small bookcase against the wall of the carriage. It was filled with books, and in front was a small table. Feng Junran just leaned lazily on the small table, a little candle lighted up the dim space, and also illuminated half of the handsome side face of the young man.

"Tea." The boy said lightly.

Ye Xiaoxiao was taken aback for a moment, then hurriedly poured a cup of hot tea for him.

Feng Junran couldn't help but glanced at it. This little girl had been in the outer courtyard all the time so she didn't know it. She didn't realize until she got to her side that she didn't know how to serve people at all!
Averting his gaze, Feng Junran suddenly made it a little funny, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, he didn't blame the little girl for his recklessness, and kept his head down, reading a book.

Seeing that no one moved, Ye Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief, and leaned against the wall of the car to look at the small bookshelf from afar.

Take it yourself if you want to see it.The indifferent voice came over, the little girl was slightly taken aback, answered yes, and then slowly pulled out a book from the bookshelf.

Feng Junran glanced at it, and then couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

"Yingying Biography" turned out to be a wild history of Fengyue...

The boy couldn't help turning cold, and looked away.

Ye Xiaoxiao didn't know what she was smoking. The ancient books were not like the current ones, and there was a title written on the side. She took a look at the cover and knew that it was just a wild book, so she simply made a copy of it. Go to the bookshelf, insert the book in his hand back, and then flip through it one by one until he finds a book made by nature, and put it in his hand to read carefully page by page.

Feng Junran glanced at it, then looked away indifferently.

"Heavenly Creation"?How could you think of reading such a book?

The young man pursed his lips and stopped talking. It was just a man who was always indifferent and not interested in anything, but now he was curious about something for the first time, and this object of curiosity was sitting beside him.

The young man lowered his gaze, picked up the cup and took a sip of the tea. The tea was not brewed well, and even had a bitter taste. He couldn't help frowning, but he drank the tea anyway. Looking up, this The little maid who served her was completely immersed in the world of books, not to mention pouring him water, she didn't even look at him again.

The young master rubbed the center of his brows, he could only do it himself, he had enough food and clothing.

"Xiao Xiao, where are you from?"

The person reading the book was stunned, and raised his head from the pages of the book. He blinked his black eyes, and looked at the young boy curiously. : "Slave, I don't remember."

"Then if you come to the door to propose marriage, you won't even mention it?"

"Hey?"

Ye Xiaoxiao was stunned, subconsciously staring at the indifferent person, Feng Junran still sat there expressionless, making her not sure whether this person was really asking again, or just joking.

It was as if she couldn't figure out what that man was thinking, and every time she couldn't tell whether Feng Junran from another world was mocking her or joking.

The boy glanced at her, seeing her standing there in a daze, then took out a stack of snacks and handed them over: "Eat some when you're hungry."

"Oh..." Ye Xiaoxiao nodded subconsciously, grabbed a piece and stuffed it into her mouth, the sweet and greasy aroma poured into her mouth, she couldn't help but smile and closed her eyes, and began to eat happily.

Seeing the little girl's satisfied smile, Feng Junran calmly looked away and continued reading.

On the other side, after Feng Chiyuan crossed the Yangtze River, he rode a fast horse all the way to Hedong. Since the matter was urgent, he decided to hurry up.

Before leading him to Hedong, Feng Chiyuan led people through the dense woods in the suburbs. Far away, several people could not help but subconsciously look at Feng Chiyuan when they smelled the faint smell of blood in the air.

The man frowned slightly and raised his hand as a signal. The guards tightened their reins and walked cautiously along the forest path.

Turning a corner, the group finally saw everything in front of them clearly.

The corpses on the ground looked like thieves. The blood on the ground almost meandered like a river, flowing slowly along the ruts on the ground. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. Among the corpses, a petite figure was holding a The handle of the sword was dripping with blood, and half of Jingui's robe was scarlet.

Feng Chiyuan narrowed his eyes, tightened the reins, and looked at the only girl standing among the corpses with his dark eyes without blinking.

Hearing the movement, Fang Ziyi looked back indifferently. Under the shadow of the dense trees, a group of people stood behind him. The leading man was dressed in precious brocade and looked at him indifferently.

Feng Chiyuan was used to this kind of scene, so he didn't care. At this moment, his eyes were only fixed on the woman's face.

Although the expressionless face is pretty, it is like an exquisite and cold mask placed in the shop. The pair of jet-black eyes have no brilliance, but they are extremely dark, like a bottomless pool. ...

Even he would subconsciously feel timid after being caught by these cold and emotionless eyes.

Fang Ziyi raised his hand to wipe off the blood on his cheek, but the guards behind Feng Chiyuan subconsciously pulled out their long swords. They were really scared, just because of this little woman standing among the corpses, and the shocking blood. Make them faintly feel that the person standing there is not a living person!

(End of this chapter)