Yuan Qingling was obsessed with the monkey and continued to ask: "So, that sentence about the doctor was also told to you by the monkey? You know my identity, you know about Jinghu Lake, and you know the world that the monkey talked about."

Hongye looked at her with a calm expression and said nothing.

Yuan Qingling also looked at him, "But you didn't quite believe what the monkey said, so you're also looking for the truth, right?"

Hongye said softly: "Princess, I don't want to talk about this topic. Some people and things can only be hidden in the bottom of my heart and cannot be touched."

"Okay, let's not talk about the monkey. May I ask, do I look exactly like your mother?"

Hongye looked at her, his eyes a little sad, and said: "The facial features are somewhat similar, but they are not exactly alike."

Yuan Qingling didn't tell him that it was her modern face that resembled his mother, not this one. She sighed softly, "I know maybe the monkey means a lot to you, but it means the same to me, so if you are willing, Master

When you tell me, come to me anytime."

Hongye looked at the tea cup with a faint warmth in his eyebrows. After a moment, he said: "It saved me. If it weren't for it, I would have died with the werewolf bones. It stayed with me for five hundred and one days. Before he died, he called

Call me Doctor."

Yuan Qingling looked at him, feeling worried, "Is it dead? Really dead?"

In other words, without modern physical support, she would have died.

"If possible, I would trade the whole world for it." There was indescribable sadness in Hongye's voice. He stood up and handed over his hands, "Thank you for your hospitality, farewell!"

Yuan Qingling looked at him blankly, with an unspeakable feeling in her heart, "Sir, can you tell me the purpose of your coming to Beitang?"

Hongye turned around and was silent for a moment, "I don't know, I just want to come and meet some people."

"Is it not for the sake of Beitang's empire?"

"It's too tiring, it's not worth it!" Hongye walked forward silently and paused, "But maybe it will, who knows? People's hearts are always changing, and so are their needs. Now I don't ask for these.

But that doesn’t mean it won’t happen in the future.”

"I really look forward to becoming friends with you, not enemies." Yuan Qingling stood outside the threshold and watched him slowly descending the stone steps.

Hongye's steps were stagnant for a moment, but she didn't speak and continued walking forward.

After Hongye left, Yu Wenhao walked out of the side room, holding Yuan Qingling's hand, his eyes full of worry, "This kind of man with a story is particularly easy to arouse women's pity, especially if he is pretty.

.”

Yuan Qingling was originally feeling a little sad, but after hearing what he said, she burst into laughter and shook off his hand, "No, for me, people who are full of humor are particularly attractive."

"Humorous? Am I humorous?" Yu Wenhao chased her and asked.

"You are full of humor from top to bottom." Yuan Qingling sat down and drank the still lukewarm cup of tea, smiling.

Yu Wenhao sighed, "I'm full of a sense of crisis now."
Chapter completed!