Do you understand? ”
She never denied that she was lazy, but in this matter, it seemed that she was quite diligent, right? But since her little wild cat is complaining like this, can she understand that he is not satisfied and she should keep trying?
If Yun Siyu knew what she was thinking, he would definitely yell, No!
His Royal Highness Prince Xian is indeed very diligent in love affairs, and it is also fortunate that Yun Siyu has been practicing martial arts since childhood, otherwise he would probably not be able to cope with it. So, not everyone is lucky enough to enjoy exclusive favor.
Yun Siyu buried his still red cheeks in her neck, rubbed them, yawned, and muttered, "Sleepy..."
Feng Lingxi gently stroked the top of his head with her chin and said softly, "If you feel sleepy, take a nap."
"Hmm..." Yun Siyu muttered and went to see Zhou Gong.
No matter what Huangyu Kingdom and Fengtian Kingdom think in private, on the surface the relationship between the two countries is still relatively friendly, so Huang Yuxuan also attaches great importance to the arrival of Murong Qin and Ouyang Lingge, at least to prevent people from finding fault with them in terms of etiquette.
So, three days later, a welcoming banquet was held in the palace for Murong Qin and Ouyang Lingge.
Originally, Feng Lingxi had no interest in such a banquet. She thought it would be better to stay at home and play with the little kid and hug the little wild cat, but Her Majesty the Queen insisted that she must go.
His Royal Highness Prince Xian thought that something big had happened, but in fact, Her Majesty the Queen just wanted her to meet Ouyang Lingge. She had to know the relationship between Feng Lingxi and Ouyang Lingge so that she could decide how to deal with Ouyang Lingge.
I have to say, Her Majesty the Queen really put a lot of effort into this!
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Ouyang Lingge did not stay in the palace obediently for the past three days. Even though Murong Qin was very dissatisfied with this, he still quietly took a few guards to look for people on the street. However, in the vast sea of people, he still could not find the figure he wanted to see.
Needless to say, how bad his mood was. Although he was very sensible and did not lose basic etiquette in the palace, he really had no interest in this palace banquet.
"Sir, where are you going? General Murong will be here soon."
Ouyang Lingge frowned and said, "It's still early, let's go for a walk in the Imperial Garden."
The waiter looked at his back, sighed, and followed him helplessly.
At this time, the men in the harem were busy dressing up, preparing to attend the palace banquet in a while. With Ouyang Lingge present, male relatives were naturally indispensable at the banquet.
So there are not many people in the Imperial Garden now. Ouyang Lingge is very satisfied with the quietness, but he is still depressed in his heart.
"What is His Royal Highness the Prince of Leisure doing?"
"Looks like he's sleeping."
"Nonsense, he was clearly deep in thought."
"Oh, who cares what he does! His Highness Prince Xian is always so charming no matter what he does."
"Tsk... I don't know who was so disgusted with His Royal Highness Prince Xian in the first place!"
"I didn't know that His Royal Highness Prince Xian is so powerful! Prince Xian is so lucky."
The three palace servants gathered together and whispered, all looking at the figure in the distance.
Ouyang Lingge was disturbed by their discussion. When she came to her senses, she couldn't help but look in the direction they were paying attention to, and froze in place for a moment.
Under the osmanthus tree in the distance, Feng Lingxi leaned lazily against the trunk with her eyes closed as if she was fast asleep. Pale yellow osmanthus flowers drifted in the wind, landing silently on her hair and clothes. The tranquil scene was so beautiful that one could not bear to break it.
Ouyang Lingge stared at it in a daze, then walked over as if possessed.
The three palace servants discovered him but did not dare to stop him.
Feeling the footsteps approaching, Feng Lingxi ignored them at first. It was not until Ouyang Lingge stepped under the osmanthus tree that she opened her eyes and cast a somewhat displeased look on Ouyang Lingge's face.
Ouyang Lingge looked at her, tears in her eyes involuntarily, her lips trembled, and her voice was choked with sobs, "Sister Xi..."
Feng Lingxi raised his eyebrows. Know her? Only then did he look at Ouyang Lingge carefully, and couldn't help frowning.
The deepest memories of Feng Lingxi are love and hate, love for Ouyang Lingge and hate for Feng Qi. Although Feng Lingxi threw those memories into a corner of her heart after her rebirth, it does not mean that she has forgotten them. When she really thinks about them, those memories will emerge clearly.
So Feng Lingxi naturally remembered Ouyang Lingge, but it was just a memory. Feng Lingxi was already dead, and Feng Lingxi would not inherit her feelings, so to her, Ouyang Lingge was just a stranger she could be considered to have known. Moreover, this stranger did not leave a very good impression on her. He was too weak, so weak that he did not even have the courage to stay where he was and wait for happiness.
She didn't care about it before, but when she saw Ouyang Lingge, she remembered that Ouyang Lingge seemed to have been known as the most beautiful woman in Fengtian Kingdom.
But no matter how she looked at it, her little wild cat was not as cute as hers.
Seeing Feng Lingxi just looking at him quietly, Ouyang Lingge's face turned pale. Her eyes were too calm, so calm that it was just a look, so calm that it made him feel cold all over.
Why is she so indifferent? Has she really forgotten him?
Ouyang Lingge clenched her hands, her nails piercing into her palms, but the pain was no match for the heartache.
Ouyang Lingge only had Feng Lingxi in his eyes, while the little servant behind him stared with wide eyes at a soft little baby crawling out from behind the osmanthus tree.
A pair of white and tender little claws grabbed the hem of Feng Lingxi's clothes. The little bun looked up at her and called softly, "Mom..."
Feng Lingxi picked him up, looked at his bright eyes, felt amused in her heart, and couldn't help but reach out to pat his little butt. The little guy was so mischievous, he was calling "Yang Yang... Yang Yang..." happily just now, but now he suddenly spoke so clearly, who would believe him if he said it was not intentional?
Ouyang Lingge stared blankly at the little bun hugging Feng Lingxi's neck, smiling happily, watching Feng Lingxi gently reach out to pick up the osmanthus flowers on the little bun one by one and throw them away, looking at the phoenix eyes that were almost cast in the same mold, and took two steps back in disbelief. If the little servant behind him had not been quick to help him up, he would have fallen to the ground.
The color on Ouyang Lingge's face had completely faded, leaving her frighteningly pale. She had said that she only wanted him in this life.
Feng Lingxi glanced at him and ignored him. Ouyang Lingge had nothing to do with her.
Feng Lingxi is dead because Ouyang Lingge resolutely drew a line in the sand and severed ties with her. Feng Lingxi was disheartened and had no desire to live. When she was stabbed, she was in a trance and had no desire to struggle to survive. Her death was inevitable.
In Feng Lingxi's opinion, the reason why Ouyang Lingge was so ruthless to Feng Lingxi was because Feng Lingxi was too devoted to him. There was nothing else in her eyes and heart except this man, and she could even let go of the hatred she had for Feng Qi for many years.
Ouyang Lingge did not have the courage to confront his mother, but he was able to hurt Feng Lingxi again and again so cruelly. It was because he relied on Feng Lingxi's love for him. No matter what he did, as long as he looked back, Feng Lingxi would definitely be waiting for him there, so he was fearless.
The emotional entanglement between Ouyang Lingge and Feng Lingxi has ended with Feng Lingxi's death, and it was Ouyang Lingge who took the initiative to choose to end this relationship. So no matter what the consequences are now, he should bear them himself.
Feng Lingxi is not one to show mercy to women, so even when Ouyang Lingge was on the verge of collapse, she simply ignored it.
Now she just felt that her little bun was worthy of being born by her little wild cat. He was so cute that she couldn't help but stretch out her hand to pinch the little bun's chubby face, which felt very good.
The little bun frowned, stretched out his little paw to slap her hand away, and said angrily, "Yangyang, don't allow that..."
Feng Lingxi became unhappy instantly, rubbed his face hard twice, and snorted coldly, "I just pinched you!" This heartless little thing, he offered himself to be pinched by Ye Xing, and now he is not happy to be pinched by her!
"Xi, why are you bullying the little bun again?"
Yun Siyu ran over with a big basket in his arms, his head completely blocked behind him. Feng Lingxi quickly took the basket down and put it on the ground, frowning and saying, "You can just drag it, why do you have to hold it so tightly? You can't even see the road, what if it falls?"
Yun Siyu rolled his eyes and said, "I'm not that weak." Then he instantly forgot the frustration of being looked down upon and said excitedly, "Let's pick osmanthus flowers! Such a big basket should be enough to make a lot of osmanthus cakes."
Of course, Prince Xian's Mansion is not so poor that they cannot afford osmanthus cake and need to run to the palace to pick osmanthus flowers. Yun Siyu just thinks it's fun, and Feng Lingxi naturally won't spoil his fun.
The little boy was also very happy and began to struggle in Feng Lingxi's arms. Feng Lingxi bent down and put him on the ground. The little boy reached out and grabbed a handful of osmanthus flowers on the ground, and handed his little fist to Yun Siyu, "Daddy... Huahua..."
Yun Siyu hugged him and gave him a big kiss, "You're such a good kid, but the flowers on the ground are not clean, let's pick them from the trees."
Hearing this, the little boy craned his neck to take a look at the unreachable tree, then stretched out his little arms and waved them in front of his eyes.
Then, the little boy looked at his short arms and suddenly felt the chill of the autumn wind and was extremely sad.
Feng Lingxi suddenly hugged Yun Siyu from behind, buried her face in his shoulder, and kept trembling. Yun Siyu nudged her with his elbow and warned in a low voice, "Don't laugh, your little heart will be hurt." But the next moment, he couldn't help showing his two little fangs, and he couldn't stop smiling in his eyes.
The little bun’s sad expression is really funny.
Obviously, he always pesters Ye Xing's expressionless face, but for some reason, his expression changes.
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