Feng Qingchen did not ask Bai Mingwei's result in court, but patted the rattan chair beside him and signaled Bai Mingwei to sit down.

Because when he knew that Bai Mingwei had returned home, he already understood all the results.

What's more, he believed in the little girl.

Sometimes, that's what trust is.

Needless to ask, needless to say, everything is in the process of being unspeakable.

At this time, Bai Mingwei realized that under the shade of the tree, there were two chairs and two cups for drinking tea. Everything was double-packed, as if she had been waiting for her to come.

She slowed down and walked slowly under the shade.

At this time, she was still wearing the bright red armor, which was in sharp contrast with Ji Xia's green shade.

She sat on the rattan chair, leaned her body relaxedly, and put her hands behind her head.

The mottled stars leaked from the treetops, dazzling and brilliant. She closed her eyes and listened to the birds singing and making a rhyme.

"Thank you, grandfather is very pleased to send the news from Brother Wu at this time."

"The news about the fifth young master only arrived last night, but at that time the whole family was worried about you and the seventh young master, so I thought, why not wait for you and the seventh young master to come back and leave it to the old man to see."

Bai Mingwei looked over with his face, and the sight that was pierced by the sun was dark for a moment. After getting used to it, Feng Qingchen's face clearly reflected into her eyes.

This man looks so pretty.

The white clothes fall from frost, and the black hair is like a waterfall.

The flawless face was covered with silk, making his tall nose bridge and thin lips look clearer.

This man is so good.

It comes and goes in the wind and rain, always by her side.

Be born and die, never leave.

Just looking at it like this, a trace of sweetness oozed out from her heart, as if it was covered with honey.

It's both joyful and sweet.

She bit her lower lip and finally plucked up the courage: "Feng Qingchen, have I told you that I..."

The following words were choked in my throat, and it was so difficult to say them.

She suddenly realized that Feng Qingchen's untuned tune had not been used by her for a long time.

Gentleness is still the same, and protection is unchanged.

But those slick and sweet words seem to be much less.

It turns out that when you truly enjoy yourself, it takes a lot of courage to resort to your liking.

At this time, Feng Qingchen had turned sideways, supported her with one hand, and asked her in a low voice: "What are you?"

I can't see my eyes, but my eager expectation is beyond words.

Bai Mingwei asked back: "Do you understand me so much, do you know my intention?"

Feng Qingchen's lips had already raised high, but he quickly suppressed it and asked in a pretentious manner: "Xinyi? Whose feelings? What kind of feelings?"

Bai Ming blinked slightly, and there was a moment when he didn't dare to look directly at the man in front of him.

Under the snow-white silk, there seemed to be a pair of eyes that looked at the fire, with tolerance and understanding, and placed affectionate and gentle eyes on her.

She felt a little embarrassed and hurriedly turned her eyes off.

But after a while, she mustered up the courage to look at Feng Qingchen for a moment.

Looking at him, his face was pale due to his wounds.

Looking at him, the charm and appearance of the gods and people when he first met him has changed a little because of accompanying him.

Looking at him, his expression was as gentle as ever.

Finally, Bai Mingwei asked first: "Have you healed your injury? It should be very painful, right?"

Feng Qingchen moved and covered his hands with his wide sleeves.

How can you hide this subtle action from Bai Mingwei's eyes?

Bai Ming sat up slightly, pulled his sleeves over, and then grabbed his wrist through the sleeves.

With the other hand, gently lifted his sleeve.

There was a hideous scar on the palm of his hand, which was lying in the palm of his hand, almost breaking his palms.

Although it is almost done, it can be imagined that it must have been so deep that it almost ruined one hand.

Bai Ming's voice was trembling: "It hurts very much, right?"

Feng Qingchen didn't say anything, and held her wrist with her backhand.

Bai Mingwei wanted to take it back, but he held it tightly: "Don't move, I'll give you medicine."

Bai Mingwei was stunned: "Put the medicine?"

Feng Qingchen sighed softly: "You just came back from the palace, then you were having dinner, talking to the old man, and then came to me non-stop. Haven't your medicine changed yet?"

"Um."

Bai Ming responded slightly, then reached out his hand obediently, and let Feng Qingchen gently lift the gauze wrapped around the wound.

She felt a little painful and couldn't help but pump the air conditioner.

After reacting, she was shocked.

She didn't snort when she was slashed on her body by a knife in the past.

At this time, it was just a dressing change, why couldn't she resist it?

Is it because the person in front of me who was full of heart that made her feel weak at this moment?

A cool feeling filled the hand, and the stinging burns were miraculously healed.

Her originally frowning brows also soothed at this moment.

She asked, "Where did this medicine come from?"

Feng Qingchen carefully applied medicine to her while whispering:

"As sure I can't hide it from you. A Ling can't make it in a short time, so Xiaobai stole this medicine from the pharmacy in the palace."

Bai Ming laughed out loud: "When talking about stealing, why do you still have a little cunning meaning?"
Chapter completed!