Emperor Jue: Who is the world, who is the concubine

Chapter 465 The So-called Old Man 5
"Remember what I just said." Zuoyan Mingye left after saying such a sentence, without even looking at me again.

After meeting again this time, he seemed a little different.

Sometimes enthusiastic, sometimes cold.

"Your Majesty, go in." The new maid stepped forward and said.

I turned around and walked into the room, but closed the door to prevent them from entering.

I learned a lot today, some of which I haven’t even digested in the future, so at this moment, I have to think about it carefully.

It has been more than a month since I left the Valley of Dreams, but I don't know where Dad and the others are at the moment.

What is the relationship between daddy and Fengxiao Villa?
The dark building is so powerful, why can't the murderer be found?
What is the secret that Dad has not mentioned all this time?
There is also the curse of blood and light on my body. After waking up from that coma, it seemed to be suppressed by something.

My mind is in a mess, and I can't make out any thoughts.

I lay on my back like this until I fell asleep.

I don't know how long I slept, and suddenly I felt that something was always moving on my face, slightly itchy.

Impatiently stretched out his hand and waved it away, but he also woke up at the same time. The first moment he opened his eyes, what imprinted on his eyes was Zuoyan Mingye's smiling face.

I couldn't help but pause, and then said: "What are you doing here?"

It seems that he just left indifferently just now, why did he smile so brightly when he turned around?
He stretched out his hand and pulled me up from the bed, and led me to the table again, "Dine with me."

Glancing sideways out of the window, I realized that the sky had already darkened. It seemed that I had slept for a long time.

"Luoluo, I prepared this specially for you, eat more." Zuoyan Mingye said while serving food for me.

The dishes on the table are indeed my favorite, but how does he know?
Although I have a preference for some dishes, I am not picky on weekdays.

"What's the matter? Don't want to eat?" Seeing that I was not moving, he asked again.

"Zuoyan Mingye." I called out.

(End of this chapter)