Ye Feibai took a sip of wine slowly, her eyes filled with infinite thoughts: "Ying'er, where are you, how are you doing?"

  He lowered his eyes. After five years of absence, he often saw her in his dreams. When he woke up, he drew her like crazy. He was afraid that after a long time, he would not remember her looks.

  The sunset slipped little by little, and the wine in the glass was already empty.

  He took out the jade flute from his arms, and the poignant melody flowed out from the sound of his flute. It was the song that you are my eyes.

  Ling Feng hid in the dark, listening to the sound of the flute, only felt that it could break the intestines.

  Yefeibai’s eyes condensed slightly, repeating the song over and over again, watching the sunset slip down little by little.

  Is it because I still lost you after all?

  Ying'er, don’t you want to see our son at all, he is so cute, so good, and he misses you very much.

  The afterglow was gone, the sky gradually darkened, and the sound of music stopped abruptly. He stared at the empty place in the distance in a daze.

  Black and shiny hair hangs on his back, and it is a little messy when blown by the breeze.

  Ling Feng looked at Ye Feibai’s back, a trace of distress flashed in his heart, he stepped forward and said softly: "Master, you can go home."

   Ye Feibai didn't answer him, and he was going back to face the empty palace again, touching the scene to be in love?

  Ling Feng whispered again: "Little Shizi is waiting for you at home, and he wrote you a letter."

   Ye Feibai took the letter from Ling Feng.

There are only two words on the letter: "Don't read it."

  The handwriting is much neater than last time.

  He thought of that little stubborn face, his heart softened, and the corners of his thin lips couldn't help but rise slightly. He stood up and walked to the camp: "Pass the order, and the class will return tomorrow."

   Ye Feibai was thinking about his thoughts in her heart, and hurried back quickly.

  After arriving in the capital, he first went to the palace to return to life.

  The northern border has been harassed by Beimu for so many years, it is a heart disease in the heart of Emperor Ming. This time Ye Feibai resolved the scourge, and Emperor Ming was very happy.

After Ye Feibai came over, Mingdi praised his performance on the battlefield.

  He asked more about the battlefield, Ye Feibai answered carefully.

  Emperor Ming’s face was full of joy, and he rewarded Ye Feibai with many treasures.

   Ye Feibai did not have any superfluous expressions on his face, and respectfully bowed to Emperor Ming: "Thank you, Father."

   Emperor Ming looked at Ye Feibai carefully, only to feel that his body was less arrogant, less publicity, and the whole person looked lifeless.

  He has always been like this since Ziying'er left, depressed and unhappy.

  He never remarried, and there is no other woman around him.

Emperor Ming sighed. He felt that it has been five years after all, and no more sad things should pass: "I saw Princess Panyang a few days ago. She has grown up and is born beautifully. She can play the pipa well... "

   Ye Fei's lips raised a mocking smile: "Father, are you planning to marry his son Zhang Luo?"

   "You have been alone for many years, and there is no personal care by your side. I look at Princess Panyang..."

  Yefeibai’s deep eyes instantly revealed a sharp light, his phoenix eyes half-closed: "If there is nothing else for the father, the son will leave first!"

  "You!" The smile on Mingdi's face narrowed a little, his eyes flowed with anger, "Fei Bai, don't forget your identity, you are the prince!"

   Ye Feibai's voice was cold: "Erchen always remembers."

Emperor Ming knew that he was getting old. Feiling died a few years ago. Feixu had no interest in political affairs. Fei Mo was slightly less qualified. Among the two children, Fei Bai and Feihua, he preferred the former, but he was in this case. In fact, it disappointed him again and again.

   Emperor Ming raised his eyebrows slightly, and his voice became stern: "Are you going to not marry forever?"

   Ye Fei's eyes were firm, and he said every word: "Erchen is only Yinger in this life, and there is no room for other women in his heart."

"Ying'er is no longer in this world, how long will you stay for her?!" Mingdi's breathing increased a bit, knowing that Ye Feibai xingzi would eat soft or hard, and he forced the fire down. "Fei Bai , If you don’t think about yourself, you must also think about Xiaonian."

   Ye Fei Bai Leng smiled coldly, her voice indifferent: "Nian'er is still waiting for me at home, and the son will leave first."

  The Emperor Ming looked at his leaving back, and he began to regret whether it was right or wrong to give the two a marriage at the beginning.

Emperor Ming found that Ye Feibai's right foot was slightly sluggish, and his heart softened, and he stopped mentioning his marriage.

  He said to stop him: "Fei Bai, I will ask the doctor to come and look at your leg."

   "Thank you, Father." Ye Feibai's leg bones faintly hurt, this time, he did not refuse.

Doctor Wang rushed over quickly. After checking Ye Feibai's pulse, he said: "The prince has been fighting for the past few years and has not taken a good rest. It has been raining in the last two days that caused the relapse of the prince's old illness...Weichen There are a few plasters here that can relieve the pain of the moment, but the symptoms are not the root cause, so you should take a good rest."

Emperor Ming thought for a long while, and said to Ye Feibai: "I heard that Nanyang's hot springs are particularly good, and they are helpful for your leg problems. Why don't you let me send someone to build a hospital there, and you will take a little thought to go to recuperate. a period of time."

Ye Feibai remembered that he had really neglected Xiao Nian in the past few years. He wanted to give him all his things and wanted him to become stronger, so he kept learning this and that, and put a hand on him. Heavy burden.

  He should also take him out to have a good time, and he immediately agreed: "Thank you, Father."

   Ye Feibai hurriedly left the imperial study room. He had not yet left the palace, and happened to run into the queen mother who was walking in the imperial garden.

  After the heavy rain, the flowers in the imperial garden became more and more charming.

   "Feibai, you are back." The queen mother stopped Feibai, and Feibai found out that there was a woman standing beside her.

  This woman looks less than eighteen years old. She wore a purple brocade dress and mopped the floor. Her black and bright hair exuded luster, her face was exquisite, her eyes were watery, and Liwo smiled.

  She was looking at Ye Feibai at the moment, two blushes quickly appeared on her white skin.

  The Queen Mother looked at Ye Feibai lovingly, and pointed to the woman next to her: "This is Princess Panyang, she is..."

  Yefeibai gave her a faint look, what kind of look was it, deep and strange, cold and bloodthirsty, and it made people tremble.

  The words of the Queen Mother suddenly stopped.

  She remembered the tragic death of Princess Xinyun and Ye Yanran’s tragic death before, and she didn’t have the courage to continue.

  Yefeibai turned and left.

  The queen mother looked at Ye Feibai's back, still feeling lingering. She didn't take what he said five years ago to her heart.

  But she did not expect him to be attached to a woman for so many years.

  So, she dare not mention his marriage anymore.