"Han'er, I came to the Eastern Capital this time just to return this string of palace bells to you, that's all."

After putting the palace bell away, Ouyang Lian straightened up and smiled sadly at Feng Han.

His face was full of regret, "Han'er, the matter has come to this, you and I are destined to have no part after all, how can I have the face to continue to stay by my side with this string of palace bells you gave me at the beginning......

"Han'er, forget about me, let go of everything we have, and then go to find the happiness that truly belongs to you!"

After that, he didn't wait for Feng Han to respond, so he felt like a free and easy prodigal son, and no longer hesitated to turn around.

With a little luck, it quickly disappeared into the night.

“……”

Looking at the direction in which the figure disappeared, Feng Han squinted his eyes and was silent for a long time.

At the end, I finally smiled coldly.

"This girl was also blind at the beginning, how could she fall in love with a greasy man like you, tsk......"

Feng Han laughed at herself helplessly.

After a pause, his eyes still fell on the string of silver palace bells on the ground.

I saw that her eyes flashed slightly, and finally shrugged her shoulders slightly, stepped forward, and picked up the palace bell.

Put it in the palm of your hand and continue to hum angrily.

"Take it back and melt it into silver, so that there will not be a loss of blood."

……

As everyone knows, just as Feng Han took up the light work and flew back to Fengxiang Tower, the long and obscure figure walked out silently from the other corner of the city wall.

The face has long been gone, and the affection that Fang Cai pretended to be has long gone, only a piece of coldness remains.

I'm sorry, Han'er.

This is the last time.

After thinking about it, Ouyang Lian took a deep breath, adjusted his thoughts, and wanted to leave.

At this moment, a slender black shadow suddenly flashed in front of him.

He bowed his hand and said in a low voice: "Master Ma, Situ Ling and Xiang Xing have returned to the Homeinn. ”

"Hmm."

Ouyang Lian replied lightly.

After a while, I saw that he seemed to suddenly remember something, and couldn't help but ask, "After Situ Ling came back, was there anything unusual, or different from before?" ”

“…… Yes? ”

The subordinate was stunned for a moment.

After thinking about it, he shook his head and replied, "It's not unusual, it's just ...... He kept muttering strange words such as 'finally meeting Miss Fenghan' and 'finally talking to Miss Fenghan, and I have no regrets in this life'......"

"Then it'll be fine."

Hearing his subordinates' description, Ouyang Lian was a little relieved.

Scold.

A woman like Feng Han can be admired to such an extent, and only he, Situ Ling, is the stupid emperor.

"Okay, go back and keep an eye on it...... By the way, I told Ah Da and Xiao Si to give the medicine to the stupid emperor tonight. ”

Thinking about it, he smiled and commanded in a low voice.

In my heart.

Not surprisingly, in three days, there will be two more madmen in this eastern capital.

……

The next day, early in the morning.

The warm morning sun shone in through the window lattice, covering Xiang Xing's small bed.

The warmth of the melt made her whimper pleasantly, squinting at her moist soft eyes, and stretching her little waist lazily.

However, no sooner had the little hand than she unfolded when she suddenly felt as if she had struck something.

Strange, but vaguely familiar.

In the next second, the small fist that was the size of the xiaolongbao was suddenly covered by a touch of even more warmth.

A shallow and somewhat unbridled low laugh also reached the ears.

The little guy suddenly became excited, opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at it in a daze.

Sure enough, I saw that the beautiful man who was smiling so amory that the world suddenly lost color was lying lazily on her side at the moment.

While squeezing her little fist, she laughed and spoke.

"Little General, did you sleep well last night?"