I and my wife wear Taoist robes [Rebirth]

Ming Yuan didn't speak but just looked at her, obviously tacitly.

Feng Qingyi became even more flustered, and said indiscriminately: "Put away your extra thoughts! This king is in a hurry to go back and read the scriptures, who, who is in a hurry to see you!"

The more Feng Qingyi talked, the more annoying she became, and now she really wanted to leave.

The moment they passed by, Ming Yuan stretched out his hand to grab Feng Qingyi's arm.

"Jinyu."

When Feng Qingyi heard these two words, she suddenly turned her head and grabbed Ming Yuan's arm, her brows were tightly frowned into the word "Chuan", with a serious look: "How do you know this?"

Feng Qingyi, styled Jinyu.

Except for her elder brother Feng Zeqian who occasionally called her that when he was alive, even Fengyue had never called her that, let alone anyone else.

Feng Qingyi narrowed her eyes and suddenly remembered something.

No, she once took the initiative to tell someone this word, and that was the person in front of her.

——Mingyuan.

However, that was also the Mingyuan of the previous life.

In this life, how did Ming Yuan in front of him know her characters?

She never told her.

Chapter 21

Looking at the purse quietly lying in Ming Yuan's palm, Feng Qingyi wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in, and her thoughts of doubting Ming Yuan disappeared in an instant.

She didn't know when the purse fell off. She guessed it was when she lay on the couch in the morning to feel whether the quilt was soft enough and rubbed it off. The maidservants did the same. Don't you know that after she checked it again, she would check it carefully again. ?This is good, Ming Yuan picked it up and took it out face to face, it's really a bit embarrassing.

Feng Qingyi looked away, cleared her throat, did not meet Ming Yuan's eyes, and only stared at the tip of her pretty nose: "These maidservants are really worrying about doing things, and they can still leave their purses with you, see The servants who come to this mansion have to be rectified."

While talking, Feng Qingyi seemingly unintentionally stretched out her hand to take the purse, but never thought that her hand just touched the purse Mingyuan's open hand closed and pressed the back of Feng Qingyi's hand.

Feeling the soft touch of her hand, Feng Qingyi suddenly pulled her hand back as if she had been stung by a bee.

"Ming Yuan, you're presumptuous! You haven't passed the door yet, are you just touching me like this?"

Only Feng Qingyi knew in her heart that when Ming Yuan's hand was touching her, her heart was trembling, and that indescribable feeling could not be ignored.

"This purse belongs to the prince, right?"

Ming Yuan answered irrelevant questions, disregarding Feng Qingyi's serious look, just quietly staring into her eyes, as if he wanted to see Feng Qingyi's heart through his eyes.

"Has the lord come to this room earlier?"

Although they were all questions, Mingyuan's voice was clearly affirmative.

"My lord has gone back, you can throw away the purse if you want." Feng Qingyi walked away, almost fleeing, not like her usual majesty and stability.

"My lord."

There was another faint call from behind, Feng Qingyi wanted to continue walking without looking back, but she clenched and loosened her hands hanging by her sides, she closed her eyes as if discouraged, and turned around to look at Mingyuan.

It's just that this time, she has sorted out her emotions, and her face is calm, as if the little episode just now was fake.

"how?"

Ming Yuan took two steps forward, stood still and said, "My lord, to be honest, I thought you wouldn't come today."

"Since the prince is here, why bother to leave? The tea in the room is still warm, go in and taste it."

Feng Qingyi blinked slowly, and the charming but not bewitching feeling between her brows showed sharp again, which made Ming Yuan feel a little pain in her heart.

This man is really good-looking.

Holding the teacup Ming Yuan handed over to her in her hand, Feng Qingyi took a sip and sat quietly facing Ming Yuan.

Feng Qingyi couldn't remember the last time she sat at the same table with Ming Yuan so quietly, maybe it never happened at all.

In her previous life, she only stayed in Qingfeng Temple for one day before she became interested in Ming Yuan who had only met once. The second time the two met was on her bed in the Qi Palace.In this life, she was attacked when she went down the mountain, stayed in the Qingfeng Temple for a few days and wanted to avoid Mingyuan, but she still met in the end. She deliberately treated Mingyuan harshly and made sarcastic remarks, but Mingyuan didn't seem to blame her.

However, this also proves that Ming Yuan has such an indifferent temperament, so his tolerance for her, Feng Qingyi, is nothing more than kindness, and there is absolutely no other affection.Now, she is acting affectionate again, secretly thinking that Mingyuan will accept her sooner or later, it is really whimsical, daydreaming.

"My lord, can I ask you one thing?"

Sure enough, if you ask her to come to the room, you can still talk about love, but you just need her for something.

Feng Qingyi was a little disappointed, but her face was well disguised, her eyes signaled Ming Yuan to continue.

"Can the soldiers of Qingfengguan stay for a long time? Master, she is old, and the younger sisters are still young. I hope the prince can protect them well."

Those soldiers, Feng Qingyi, originally planned to stay in Qingfeng Temple for a long time, but now, they didn't follow Ming Yuan's words, and wanted to tease her in their hearts.After all, even if Mingyuan has no intentions towards her, she still likes to see Mingyuan's innocent deer eyes when he is helpless.At that moment, Feng Qingyi had the opportunity to lie to herself and say, look, Ming Yuan has nothing to do with her like a stranger.

"Why did the king do that? Why? Is there any benefit?"