There was silence in the pavilion and no one spoke first.

There was a fragrant smell of roasted chicken floating in the pavilion.

Feng Linwan looked away from the pages of the book and seemed to have inadvertently glanced at the entrance of the pavilion, where there was no one there.

I can't tell what it feels like, I feel lost? It seems that it's not... she doesn't know.

"Are you hungry? Eat it." Mu Duxiu had arrived in front of her at some point and handed over the big roasted chicken.

Looking at the chicken, Feng Linwan didn't say anything and didn't take it.

She doesn't like eating chicken... Then why did she ask Mu Duxiu to find a chicken to come back just now? She was confused?

However, looking at Mu Duxiu's handsome face with a smile, she was embarrassed to refuse and had to take it.

Seeing Mu Duxiu not leaving, Feng Linwan had to take a bite.

The taste is very good, the chicken is lubricated, not hard, and it is not difficult to bite. Even Feng Linwan, who doesn't like chicken, thinks it's pretty good.

"How is it?" Mu Duxiu stared at Feng Linwan's beautiful face, afraid of missing one of her expressions, but her expression was always faint, forcing him to speak.

Feng Lin nodded and replied, "It's pretty good."

Just one good sentence made Mu Duxiu's pair of shimmering eyes look like a smile.

An Qi, who was sitting not far away, finally couldn't help but speak, "I said to Mu Duxiu, what do you mean? I didn't see you when I was eating?"

Did he have any thoughts about the master?

When An Qi thought of this, he had a headache. What's going on with the master? Why are excellent men different from her... But isn't she and Dijun's relationship? They didn't deny it either. And the relationship is very good. It seems that these people have no hope.

Mu Duxiu was only slightly stunned, then glanced at her, "Your expression tells me that I don't need to ask you."

"You!" An Qi was speechless and glared at him fiercely.

Didn’t this clearly say that she thought the things he made were very delicious? Humph! Narcissism!

Feng Linwan glanced at the chicken in his hand and frowned slightly.

It was obvious that the first bite was good, and she didn't eat much today and was a little hungry alone.

But why don’t you have an appetite? You really don’t have any appetite...

Could it be that she has a deep disgust of chickens?

If that's the case, that's too unreasonable...

Looking at Feng Linwan's dull appearance, Mu Duxiu frowned slightly and asked Guan Hou, "Isn't it delicious? If you don't like it, I'll help you roast duck."

Upon hearing this, Feng Linwan came back to his senses and shook his head quickly, "No, it's still very good. You can cook it yourself. I'm not very hungry now."

"Well, don't force yourself if you don't want to eat." Mu Duxiu smiled slightly, not minding at all.

An Qi saw a strange look, his eyes flashed slightly, and he leaned closer to Feng Linwan, smiled ambiguously, and whispered, "Master, are you thinking about the Emperor?"

Feng Linwan's back froze, glanced at her, and quickly replied, "How is that possible?!"

"Really?" An Qi smiled a little more ambiguously, "But the Emperor shouldn't have walked for too long, maybe it's a matter of time."

Before Feng Linwan could speak, a gentle and gentle voice came slowly, "Who is there any trouble for the moment?"

Several people looked up and saw a young man wearing a white robe wrapping his hands around his chest, half leaning on the pillars of the pavilion, his hair was slightly floating, his bright black eyes were very soft, and his lips raised a curve that made people look very comfortable.
Chapter completed!