On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 492
  Seeing how fascinated he was, Ruoming and Ruoqi looked at each other: "Brother-in-law, isn't Senior Sister Zhiyu beautiful?"

Feng Wuming's Adam's apple rolled, suppressing the ecstasy in his heart, and smiled lightly at the two of them without thinking.

"Well, she's always been beautiful."

To him, no matter what her appearance is, she is the most beautiful.

"Is there anything else?" Feng Wuming looked at Ruoming expectantly.

Ruoming nodded and taught him to slide the photos. Feng Wuming saw one photo after another of Ye Zhiyu. She was beautiful in each photo, as well as some photos of her sitting in meditation.

He would look at a photo for a long time, his eyes gentle and his heart itching unbearably.

No matter how beautiful the photos are, they are not as beautiful as her real person.

Every time I look at a photo, my desire to see her grows stronger.

Feng Wuming looked in the mirror after a while to see if his complexion had recovered. When his complexion became normal, he couldn't wait to get up.

"Senior sister, junior brother, can you take me to see her?"

The two nodded and took him to Ye Zhiyu's door. They didn't stay here either.

After finally meeting each other, the two of them must express their feelings to each other. They can only be used as light bulbs here.

Neither Ruoqi nor Ruoming had any intention of becoming light bulbs.

Feng Wuming raised his hand to knock on the door, but no one paid attention. He was so nervous that he knocked patiently again and again.

Ye Zhiyu was completely immersed in books these days. She pressed her head, put down the book and headed towards the door.

Don’t know who it is today?

Didn't she tell her not to disturb her if nothing happened?
  In the past few days since she came back, she had never dreamed of Xiaojiu and Xiaofengtuan, and Feng Wuming had never met them in her dreams.

Day thinking, night dreaming.

She misses the three of them every day, why do they never enter her dreams?
  Are you blaming her for leaving without saying goodbye?
  Ye Zhiyu's heart throbbed.

They don't want to enter her dream, they must be blaming her for abandoning them.

She didn't want to either.

Ye Zhiyu opened the door without looking at the person standing at the door, lowering his head and secretly feeling sad.

"Ye Zhiyu." A low, gentle and longing male voice sounded above her head. She was so startled that she trembled all over, thinking that her ears had deceived her. She raised her head suddenly and her eyes widened in disbelief.

Feng Wuming.

She called the man's name in her mind.

Is it really him? Or was it her delusion?

Ye Zhiyu rubbed her eyes with her hands, closed her eyes again and opened them again. The man was still standing in front of her, his eyes were as tender as water, and his deep eyes were staring at her, hot and affectionate.

She opened her lips, and there were obviously a thousand words to say, but only three choked words came out: "Is it you?"

The hand hung in the air and never landed on the man's face.

She was afraid that the man in front of her was an illusion.

As long as she touches him, Feng Wuming will disappear.

Feng Wuming felt heartbroken when he saw her being cautious.

He raised his hand and grabbed her hand and put it on his face: "It's me, long time no see. My queen, I'm here to find you."

Warm to the touch, solid flesh.

Ye Zhiyu squeezed it, and the substantial touch made her ecstatic.

He didn't disappear, he was still here, it was all real.

Feng Wuming came to her world.

How did he get here?

She quickly put these thoughts behind her, and Ye Zhiyu happily hugged him and cried with joy. “Feng Wuming, you are really here, I miss you so much.”

Feng Wuming hugged her tightly, and the two of them were close to each other, feeling the warmth of each other's bodies, but they wished they could hold her even tighter and merge into each other's flesh and blood.

The two hugged each other for a long time, then reluctantly let go. Ye Zhiyu was confused and pulled him into the room.

"Why did you come to my place? Where are Xiaojiu and Xiaofengtuan? Why didn't you come with them?"

Feng Wuming's eyes were glued to her face and he didn't move away for a second. From the corner of his eye, he saw all the books on the table. Thinking of what Ruoqi said, he calmly lowered his eyes and felt sorry for her. .

She has been thinking of ways to go back.

Ye Zhiyu was about to pour him some water, but he pulled her back to sit on his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist. He whispered: "I'm not thirsty, let me take a good look at you."

Ye Zhiyu put his arms around his neck and put his face in front of him: "Look, look, let you see enough."

She touched his face with one hand: "I'll take a good look at you too."

Feng Wuming chuckled and whispered: "I can't see enough. I won't see enough in my lifetime."

Ye Zhiyu felt a little embarrassed by his hot eyes, and the corners of her mouth raised: "Miss Ye Er and I have exactly the same appearance and the same name."

"You are you. Even if you have the same appearance and name, I can still tell you two apart." Feng Wuming held her hand and looked at the short sleeves on her body.

Their clothes here are different from theirs.

"You are unique here to me. It is you I love and it has nothing to do with Miss Ye Er."

Ye Zhiyu jumped for joy, her cheeks flushed and she covered his mouth: "I know your affection for me, but you haven't answered me yet, how did you get here? Where are Xiaojiu and Xiaofengtuan? They are still young, you don't know how to Let them stay."

Seeing her anxiety and worry, Feng Wuming comforted her: "The imperial master sent me here. I have arranged everything for Xiaojiu and Xiaofeng Tuan. You don't have to worry..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Zhiyu instantly withdrew from his arms, a little excited: "How can I not be worried?"

"How old are Xiaojiu and Xiaofengtuan? If you leave them two here, I have to come back. Then if you come too, won't they have no mother and no father?"

When she thought about the two little dumplings, who had neither father nor mother to love them, poor Xiaobaicai, Ye Zhiyu felt sad and blamed herself.

She looked at Feng Wuming, her face was obscure, complicated and contradictory.

She wanted Feng Wuming to come to her place, but she also didn't want Xiaojiu and Xiaofeng Tuan to lose their father soon after losing their mother.

Seeing her sadness, Feng Wuming said, "Xiaoyu, Xiaojiu and Xiaofengtuan are already fourteen, not just a few years old."

Fourteen years old?

Ye Zhiyu was surprised.

It was obvious that she had only been back for eight days.

Eight days... time difference.

Different time and space have different times.

She has been here for eight days, but with Feng Wuming and the others, is it eight years?

The seasons are also different. She is wearing short sleeves. The brocade robe he is wearing is made of fine material, but it is clothes worn in early spring.

Are Xiaojiu and Xiaofengtuan already fourteen years old?
  Everything seemed to be a dream, the two of them had grown up so quickly.

Ye Zhiyu looked at his face and frowned: "Xiaojiu and Xiaofengtuan are fourteen years old. Then you are in your thirties, how come your appearance has not changed at all?"

Feng Wuming shook his head: "I don't know about this either, but my appearance has rejuvenated."

Ye Zhiyu kept an eye on it and still wanted to know about Xiaojiu and Xiaofengtuan.

Eight years, I wonder how the three of them have lived these years?

She had only been here for eight days, but she was already depressed. Every day seemed like a year, and it was torture.

Eight years, he persisted for eight years, how hard and difficult it must be.

(End of this chapter)