Chapter 47: Past

Ye Xingtong's hand holding the wine glass stiffened, haha: "I haven't seen you when I was young, so how can I know why."
She is now in the period of fleeing, and her true identity can never be said, she can only hope that Jun Yifan will not find out.
Jun Yifan seemed to have known that Ye Xingtong would reply like this. He seemed to be talking to himself without any rush, and it seemed to be telling Ye Xingtong: "I met a girl when I was young, That girl is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, but that girl is very stupid. She followed her father to our palace for the first time and ran out secretly before a huge banquet we held before it was over. She was unfortunately lost. She squatted and cried alone behind the rockery in the garden, crying very sadly, but not many people in the palace knew her, so no court lady was willing to show her the way..."
Listening to Jun Yifan's words, Ye Xingtong was in a daze, and he seemed to have returned to the day when he was five years old.
...
That day, she sneaked out without the end of the palace banquet with her father on her back. To her young and ignorant, it was so boring that many people were eating together, so it was better to play crickets with her brother.
The royal palace of the Kingdom of Li is more magnificent and majestic than their southern border country, and she is admiring it happily, while jumping on the road, thinking that she can live in such a luxurious and beautiful palace, but she knows her He and his father are going back tomorrow.
After playing, I suddenly found that the environment in front of me was strange. Where is this? Looking around, I couldn't help but panic.
Unfamiliar gardens, unfamiliar trees, unfamiliar rockeries...Everything is unfamiliar. She is only familiar with the surroundings of the palace banquet. When he came, his father introduced her one by one, but...
Since she had forgotten the time, she had no idea how long she had been away or where she had come.
There is no loving father, no familiar guards, all faces are strange and can't be strange anymore.
It was summer, and the weather was overcast and unpredictable. There was a thunder in the sky. Ye Xingtong was so scared that a jealous spirit squatted on the ground. He couldn't help crying with his back against a strange rockery.
These thunders are so terrible, will they eat her?
Thinking of this, I was even more frightened, crying even louder.
Curled up and crouched on her calf, Ye Xingtong cried and almost shook the world: "Woo...Father, where are you? Ye Xingyu, Ye Xingyu, Ye Xingyu, you bastard, you lied to me to say that the country is a country of worship It's delicious, it's fun... But there is a monster who wants to eat me, you lie to me, it's terrible, I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."
Ye Xingtong didn't know how long she had been crying, she only heard a clear and pleasant voice with a faint thick hoarse ringing in her ear: "Are you the princess brought by the Emperor of Southern Xinjiang? Hello, My name is Jun Yifan, don’t cry anymore, it won’t look good if you cry."
Ye Xingtong looked towards the master of the voice, and the first thing he saw was the smooth, white palm of a young man who was at least twice as large as her hand reaching out to him.
Then he looked up, the young man's smiling and encouraging eyes.
It is so beautiful and warm, as if his light smile drives away the haze between heaven and earth and brings beautiful sunshine.
Ye Xingtong looked at him blankly, and stopped crying for a while. He only felt that this boy was so warm and beautiful. His big clear eyes seemed to be flowing quietly with the clear stream, and the winter sun was warm and warm...
Seeing Ye Xingtong staring at him in a daze, Jun Yifan laughed more openly. He pulled Ye Xingtong up and helped her pat the dirt on her body: "It's okay, who is bullying you? You can Tell me, I will help you beat him."
Ye Xingtong recovered, sniffed, and shook his head: "I'm lost, I can't find my father..."
Talking and crying again.
Where is the father? Did you find yourself missing?
Jun Yifan took out a delicate embroidered handkerchief embroidered with a lot of beautiful red peonies from his arms, wiped the tears on Ye Xingtong's face, and softly persuaded: "Okay, don't cry, I will help you Will you go find your father?"
Ye Xingtong sobbed softly, widened his eyes in surprise and looked at the beautiful young man in front of him: "Really? Can you help me find my father?"
Jun Yifan smiled and nodded: "Of course, but your father should still be attending the palace banquet now. It may take a while before it ends. If you don't want to offend him, go back to the hall where you live and wait. Now, your father will come to you then, which hall do you live in?"
He didn’t like attending palace banquets and seeing all kinds of hypocritical people. These troublesome things could be avoided, so he pretended to be ill and escaped from his father’s claws. Otherwise, the father would definitely try to let him. When he went, he didn't expect to meet the daughter of the emperor of Southern Xinjiang.
This little girl is pink and tender, her skin is white as snow, her small cherry-like mouth is pink, and her big round eyes are agile. You can imagine what she will be like when she grows up.
When I cried, it was even more pitiful to rain with Ewha.
His always calm heart couldn't help but touch.
"I live in Liuhua Palace, you can send me back quickly!" Ye Xingtong is young after all, knowing that his father will come to her when he goes back, and after squirming, he raised a pretty face and pulled Pull up Jun Yifan's sleeves.
Jun Yifan's body stiffened, his eyes fell on Ye Xingtong's sleeve, and the corners of his lips curled up: "Okay."
Suddenly, as if thinking of something, Ye Xingtong trembled and said, "I'm afraid, there is thunder."
Jun Yifan looked at the bright sky strangely: "There is no thunder! It is a sunny day with the sun shining brightly."
Ye Xingtong was a little scared and raised his head, looking at the dazzling red sun in the sky, and then relieved.
"Little girl, what's your name?" Jun Yifan asked Xiaoye Xingtong's hand casually while walking.
Ye Xingtong raised his little head: "My father called me a baby, he said I was his baby, and everyone else called me a princess."
Ye Xingyu's bad brother called him a dead girl, but she wouldn't say it.
Jun Yifan's mouth twitched. He was asking what her real name was. It is estimated that such a small child would not know it himself: "Then I will call you Sister Xiaobao, you can call me Brother Fan."
Ye Xingtong raised the corners of his mouth happily, and didn't feel anything wrong: "Okay, Brother Fan."
Listening to Brother Fan in this life, Jun Yifan's heart jumped. He has lived for twelve or three years, and many people call him brother, but this little girl who is carved and jade made a special feeling in his heart. .
Recommend Feiyan's finished book "A Thousand Miles of Soul"