Chapter 48: He does not belong to me

Looking at his anxious and angry look, I felt a warmth in my heart. In this cold and ruthless palace, someone still cared for me and cared for me, which made me happier than anything.
"No, no one bullied me. I accidentally burned it."
"You yourself? How did you get burned?"
I didn't want him to know about Yao Yingxue, so I said in a humorous way: "I accidentally slipped when I lit the candle last night, and the wax oil dripped on my hand, and I was burned."
He listened, holding my hand for a closer look, and said distressed, "Why are you so careless, serious? Is your hand still moving?"
I smiled comfortably: "Not serious, don't worry, I can make you a snack in two days."
He listened, with an unpleasant expression on his face, and resentfully said, "I, I'm not for snacks, I'm-yes-"
Seeing that he was speechless for a long time, a dark face turned red, and I laughed: "Well, know that you care about me."
I patted the back of his hand with the injured hand, and said seriously: "Thank you, Xiaowu."
Sometimes I want to stay away from the present life, but the innocent and kind Yuer, and the brazen Xiao Wu in front of me, are the most reluctant to me. If they really want to leave, maybe they are the only concern for me here ... ...
As for the others-I only thought about it, and immediately cast aside the familiar and cold figure in my head.
He does not belong to me; nor does I belong to him!
Xiaowu looked at me, his bright eyes glowed like gems, and his face became even redder. After a while, he suddenly remembered something, saying, "Yes, Qingying, I came here today to think Ask you something. "
"what's up?"
"Tonight's dinner party, you-will you go?"
I was puzzled a bit, I don't know why he asked me this, but it became clear to me that he was His Highness's follower, and he was afraid to follow His Royal Highness, so he asked me. But remembering those words that Yuer said just now, Yao Yingxue even banned Yang Jinqiao and refused to let other Ji Xie attend. I was afraid that I wouldn't let me show this face.
So she laughed: "My hand was injured, and my wife won't let me go."
He breathed a sigh of relief and murmured, "Well, I'm relieved."
"what?"
"No, it's okay." He seemed happy again, and said, "Then you take good care of it, I'll go back, wait, wait until tomorrow night, I'll see you again!"
After that, he waved at me and ran away without looking back.
I still couldn't get back to God, watching him go back happily, but also a little funny-this child is always so reckless and headless, really reassuring.
When I looked back, I saw the lake next to the house. The twilight was approaching. Although there was still the sunset, the moon had risen to the sky, and the faint moonlight reflected in the water, like a brilliant snow.
Qian Jiang Yue Qian Qian Yue ...
Time has passed like water, and at the evening of Yulan Festival, it is still such a lake, but the moonlight reflected in it is dazzling, the moon is full like a jade basin, and the silver moonlight is gently flowing on the water, showing a trace of cold.
But on the other side of the Shangyang Palace, it was very lively.