Chapter 139 Find the Bright Spot

Back in the small courtyard, Liu Yusheng said goodbye in a low voice at the fork between the guest room and the inner courtyard.

The man stood there and watched her walk away.

Qian Wanjin and several others have not returned, and the room is quiet.

Liu Yusheng sat beside the bed and couldn't help but think of that person.

Fengqingbai, people live up to their name, the breeze is bright and the moon is like a cypress like a pine.

He is very restrained in dealing with people, restrained in a polite but not too distant distance.

When speaking, his eyes are clear and soft, which makes life not disgusting.

Minister Regent, King of Nanling.

Standing in such a high position, he should be a person who has experienced thousands of sails, but he couldn't find a trace of coldness in him.

As if born, that is a person with Jiyue scenery.

Moreover, for such a powerful person, she could not feel the sense of distance from him.

The way he looked at her made her feel that she was on an equal footing with him.

In the inner courtyard, Feng Qingbai was sitting on an armchair, looking at his right hand with some disappointment.

Just now, her eyelashes brushed lightly in his palm, and the delicate touch of her skin still remained on it.

After a lapse of nine years, I touched her again, and it was in such a situation.

Promised to take her to the inn, he had expected what scene she would see, he did it on purpose.

He wanted her to see clearly that he lived in such an environment.

Every moment, someone is calculating against him, and all the time, someone wants him to die.

Every moment of his life is a struggle.

She should be afraid and avoid him when she sees him again.

But at the last moment, he couldn't help covering her eyes, not wanting those clean and clear eyes to see dirty and bloody.

It's not so much that he's frightening her to make her afraid, it's that he's forcing himself to stay away.

"Uncle Huang, can that person still be found?" The young man sat in a corner and asked softly.

Since returning from going out, Uncle Huang has been sitting there in a daze, his expression and eyes are very different from usual.

This strange change made him feel uneasy.

"This king will try my best." The man said, "If you can't find it, look for other methods. If all methods fail, then you should prepare yourself mentally, and you will have a life and death."

Very ruthless words were spit out of the man's mouth, but the boy felt an inexplicable sense of steadiness.

At least, he didn't use nice words to deceive him like others.

"Uncle Huang, if I really die, can you please not bury me in a tomb alone, let me bury me with my parents." The boy's voice was calm, and there was a faint hope in his eyes when he looked at the man. hope.

Even if he had never seen them, he wanted to be buried with them.

If they were alive, he thought, they would love him.

Father's love and mother's love, after death, he can always experience it.

Feng Qingbai stared at the young man quietly for a while, and said, "Okay."

"Thank you, Uncle!" A happy smile appeared on the boy's face.

If he usually made such excessive demands, the uncle would not pay attention to him.

He was very happy that he could agree so simply today.

Uncle Huang is a person who promises to do it, so he is not afraid that he will lie to him.

It's just that when the time comes, in order to fulfill the promise, the uncle is afraid that he will have a good game with those old humerus ministers in the court.

After the death of the emperor, he was buried with his parents. There was never a precedent in the previous dynasty.

In the afternoon, Uncle Fu came over to report that the girl living in the guest house had eaten lunch and took a rest.

The young man saw that the uncle's face showed a subtle and soft expression.

After that, Wei Zi came to report the progress of the disappearance of the Baicaogu gatekeeper.

Taking advantage of no one's attention, the boy quietly slipped out of the door.

He saw that scene in the morning.

At that time, he was standing by the window of the flower hall, just watching the scene in his eyes.

He saw that the uncle actually took the initiative to talk to the woman.

With an expression he'd never seen before.

Vaguely, he always felt that this woman was somewhat similar to the girl who had caught a glimpse of him on the street yesterday, and the uncle's reaction at that time was particularly violent.

He didn't expect that the woman would live in the guest house, and the uncle Huang actually took care of the family's daily life and food. He would never believe it if there was nothing strange.

He wanted to see who the woman was.

"Master, the emperor slipped into the guest house quietly." The young man didn't know that he was just left on the front foot when someone gave a small report on the back foot.

The man who was listening to the report paused for a moment, and after a while, "Don't stop me."

The young man also didn't know that if someone hadn't let him go, he wouldn't be able to get out of this room at all.

Creeping all the way into the guest house, there is a sense of excitement of being a thief, the young man wiped his face, straightened his mind, and straightened his hunched waist at the same time.

Walking along the porch, looking in from the open windows of each guest room, he quickly found the person he was looking for.

The girl fell asleep, her sleeping face was quiet, and she looked very well-behaved.

The pale face was covered with a faint flush, and the skin could be broken by blowing bombs.

Very handsome nose, small rhombic mouth.

Combined together, it is at most a beautiful woman, barely enduring.

The boy curled the corners of his mouth in disappointment, "It's not that pretty."

It's far from the beautiful women in the palace.

How can you make Uncle Huang treat him differently?

With his elbows on the windowsill and his jaw supported, the young man relentlessly continued to look at the face, trying to find a unique bright spot. There must be something attractive that he didn't find, otherwise, based on this face alone, he would bet that Uncle Huang wouldn't give her a second look.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" The boy didn't realize until the lightly closed eyes opened and looked at him generously.

The bright spot is those eyes.

It is as clean and clear as the sky washed by rain, without a trace of impurities.

But it is not the kind of simplicity that is almost innocent, but the purity that does not hide dirt.

"Still watching?" Liu Yusheng stood up, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the half-year-old boy at the window with a funny look, "Don't you know it's impolite to stare at the girl's house like this?"

In ancient times, this age can also be called a prodigal son.

"Then why aren't you angry?" I think he is rude, why aren't you angry? Shouldn't it be the same as those women, the pear blossoms and the rain that cry out to the disciples?

The teenager did not feel guilty about being caught, but more curiosity appeared in his eyes.

Liu Yusheng laughed, her smart eyes curved into beautiful crescents, "Because your eyes are very upright."

She could still tell the difference between Deng Tuzi and Chun's squinting eyes.

Well, the boy nodded, and his smile was also a bright spot.

Barely count her through.

In fact, it doesn't matter what he thinks of her, the key is that the uncle likes her, and it doesn't matter to him at all. Teenagers just don't admit it.

Uncle Huang has promised to let him be buried with his parents in the future. He should be able to trust him a little more.

Both of them have no father or mother, and they have been dependent on each other for eight years.

Since he has a crush on this woman, it makes sense for him to help her, as it should.