Peerless Concubine: Ghost King, this palace wants to rob

Chapter 810 (Extra) People's Feelings Are Incompatible
Zhou Ling glared at him, then walked directly to the window seat.

The sunshine after the rain is very abundant, not too hot, but also mild enough.

After ordering some food that didn't irritate her stomach, she leaned against the window with the hot milk brought up by the waiter and stared at the man sitting opposite.

As far as Murong Yao is concerned, he is indeed good-looking, and judging from his attitude towards Wei Xun, it shows that he is not the kind of man who is ungrateful and likes the new and dislikes the old, but because his wife is himself, these advantages are hers. Wanting to ignore him, she wanted to see him ignore Wei Xun, but at the same time felt that he was a scumbag if he didn't care about Wei Xun.

This ambivalence made her a little bit tormented.

"Why do you have enteritis?" Murong Yao lazily raised his eyes.

Zhou Ling thought for a while, then lowered his head and took a sip of milk, "I don't know why I have enteritis. I already had it when I found out. It should be before I was discharged from the army."

"Being a soldier is hard, isn't it?" Murong Yao asked with a smile.

The woman curled her lips into a smile, her eyes gleaming with sunshine, "Why, my lord diplomat should be sympathetic to the people and care about the common people?"

"I can't talk to you seriously without talking to you." He gave Zhou Ling a look, but there was no anger on his face, but an indescribable pampering.

"People's feelings will never communicate with each other. It's like you ask me how hard it is to be a soldier. Even if I say it's hard, you can't understand it. If you don't practice it yourself, you will never understand that feeling." Zhou Ling's words There is another meaning.

Murong Yao closed his eyes, but he didn't answer.

"It's like the family next door died. Their family members feel distraught and cry heart-piercingly. On the contrary, I just think they are noisy. It's like your leaving last night. You feel nothing, but In my mind it was like..."

It's like...a knife stabbing my heart.

Zhou Ling didn't say the last sentence, she just laughed and shook her head.

Murong Yao didn't ask, it wasn't that he really didn't care, but that he didn't want to hear it, and it would make him feel uncomfortable.

On the contrary, after Zhou Ling said this, he felt so familiar, not the kind that sounded familiar, but... She seemed to have said it like anyone else.

After all the dishes were served, Zhou Ling didn't speak anymore, but when he smelled the food, his chest twitched, and the feeling of nausea hit his brain.

The movement of his hands stopped, Murong Yao glanced at her, and seeing her face turned pale again, he frowned: "Are you feeling uncomfortable again?"

"Forget it, I'd better have porridge. If you can't finish these things, pack them up and take them home." Zhou Ling rubbed his chest.

"The waiter will bring me a glass of lemonade."

The man disagreed, "I have a bad stomach and drink sour food? A bowl of lean meat porridge, a cup of hot milk, no lemon juice."

"Drink less milk on an empty stomach, and eat some porridge before drinking." Murong Yao directly ignored Zhou Ling's protesting and dissatisfied eyes.

The more Zhou Ling smelled those dishes, the more disgusted he felt, "I protest!"

"Protest is invalid." He replied coldly.

"Murong Yao, I really owed you in my previous life!" She gritted her teeth viciously.

"When you are well, I will take you to eat whatever you want. Your body is yours, and you will be the one who suffers after defeat." Murong Yao lowered his head while eating, speaking slowly to her.

Zhou Ling sighed helplessly, but a smile flashed in her eyes.

She likes this kind of comfortable atmosphere very much. Time stops here as much as she wants, it doesn't need to be forever, just stay for a while longer.

(End of this chapter)