Author: Thirteen pure ones Machine Translation
He had a smile on his face, and his figure was handsome and warm.
His body was tall and straight, and his shoulders were wide. He was wearing a long robe made of green cloth, but he gave off an extremely noble feeling.
The Green Robe was very firm, and it was a little firm. He was not an ordinary scholar.
The long robe he was wearing was not a bad material, and there was a pair of black cloud-climbing boots on his feet.
Her gaze swept over him, and Xia Ling's attention stopped at his waist.
The jade pendant on the man's waist seemed to be the most valuable accessory on his entire body.
However, looking at this accessory, Xia Ling broke out in cold sweat again.
She was somewhat glad that she had come today.
The jade pendant on Fu Qingshan's waist was ling Wangxi's.
The young girl had given this to Fu Qingshan as a token of love.
And now that she had become the saint's Concubine, this token of love naturally had to be returned.
If she did not get it back from Fu Qingshan,.
In the future, this was a ticking time bomb that could explode at any time. How could Xia ling feel at ease if such a big piece of evidence was in the hands of someone else?
Thinking quickly, Xia Ling lowered her eyes and walked up to Fu Qingshan.
"Cousin Fu. " She called out in a low voice and slowly looked into Fu Qingshan's eyes.
Fu Qingshan's pair of beautiful eyes from now on had a deep outline.
"Wangxi... " Ji Yuan also called out softly as he looked at Xia Ling.
His expression was serious. He still looked gentle, but there was some hurt in his eyes.
It was as if he was looking at something that he cherished very much but had no choice but to let go of.
As a male lead who had always been meticulous, Ji Yuan's acting was especially full of drama.
...
Xia Ling felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at her like that.
"MM. " She pursed her lips slightly and lowered her head. She picked up the tea that had already been prepared on the table and poured it for Fu Qingshan and herself.
"Cousin Fu, I came today to bid you farewell. "
"The palace sent someone to pass down an imperial edict. The sage left my wooden token and bestowed me with the title of Jie Yu. From now on, I'm afraid that you and I can no longer sit together and play chess together. Cousin Fu, you have to take care of yourself. "
Ji Yuan's eyes flashed slightly and his voice sank slightly. "I will. "
He made his expression look gloomy and urged Xia Ling as well.
"Life in the palace is not easy either. Wangxi, you have to take care of yourself inside. No matter who you are with, I will give you my blessings. "
Xia Ling was silent.
It was said that it was difficult to repay a debt of gratitude. This was the truth.
If Ling Wangxi and Fu Qingshan did not like each other, Xia Ling would still be able to make Fu Qingshan a good friend in the face of the current situation... ...
Once a man and woman crossed that boundary, it was probably impossible for them to take a step back and return to their original friendship.
Xia Ling said, "cousin... there are plenty of fish in the sea. No matter where you were in the past, I hope you can be happy too. "
She tried to persuade him, but she could feel the man's gaze. Her gaze fell on his nose and thin lips, and she did not look him in the eye.
She could feel the man's gaze on her, which was slightly burning and sad.
The man did not pick up her words.
The man's slender, bamboo-like hand crossed the table and came straight to Xia Ling's hand on the table.
Xia Ling's eyes flashed, and she immediately avoided it.
"cousin Fu, please have some self-respect. "
"SELF-RESPECT? " Ji Yuan narrowed his eyes.
There was a hint of joy and pain on his face.
He suppressed his voice and did not pretend to be disappointed.
"If you have more self-respect, you will no longer belong to me. Wangxi, I really like you. What about you? Have you ever liked me? "