The wonderful world of fast time travel

Two days later, when Zheng Ling saw the sunlight shining into the room, he suddenly became agitated, and asked Jin Fenghuang if he could turn back time.

Jin Fenghuang shook his head and said, "I don't have the power."

Zheng Ling asked again: "Can those who have this power be accommodated?"

The answer to him was still Golden Phoenix's negative: "It's absolutely impossible."

Hearing this, Zheng Ling lowered his eyelids, and said in a low voice: "I know that I thought things too simply, and only thought of changing the fate of Xu Yuan and Feixue through time reversal, but didn't consider other people. If this is the case, then the fate of countless people will be changed accordingly, and I should not only care about myself."

Originally, Golden Phoenix thought that he would have to spend more time explaining, but after hearing this, he couldn't help sighing.

Standing in front of the window, Zheng Ling looked at Fang Fei's faded garden outside, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Jin Fenghuang flew to his side, not knowing where his gaze fell.

In the blink of an eye, another half a month passed.

On this day, the prime minister finally couldn't bear it anymore and found his son to talk in the study.

Zheng Ling stood respectfully, waiting for his father's words.

Unexpectedly, while waiting for a stick of incense, the prime minister didn't say a word, and just stared at him, which made Zheng Ling's scalp numb.

Zheng Ling couldn't help muttering in his heart: Don't you have something to say?Could it be that this was just a pretense, but it was actually a disguised form to make him stand as a punishment?But there must be a reason for this punishment. These days, he has been obediently staying in the mansion, not going out to cause trouble!

Seeing his son's frown getting tighter, finally, after drinking a cup of tea, the prime minister cleared his throat and said, "Yuan'er!"

Zheng Ling arched his hands: "The baby is here"

The prime minister tapped the table with his fingers unhurriedly, and asked, "What have you been up to lately?"

Zheng Ling replied, "I'm not busy with anything."

The prime minister nodded after hearing this, poured another cup of tea for himself, then gently blew on the tea, and said slowly: "It's easy for this young man to learn but difficult to achieve, and an inch of time is not to be taken lightly."

Zheng Ling bowed his head and replied: "What my father taught me is" Is this to persuade him to study hard again?

Seeing that his son was very cooperative, the prime minister hesitated a bit, and after a while, he said, "It's really boring for me to watch you these days, why don't I assign you something to do for my father?" After finishing speaking, he looked at him calmly The look of the son.

Zheng Ling didn't think too much, and said, "Father, please tell me."

"Think it over before answering." The Prime Minister lowered his head and sipped his tea slowly.

Zheng Ling pretended to think for a moment.

The prime minister asked: "How?"

"The child has thought it through clearly, and the father just asks."

"That's the case..." The Prime Minister put down the teacup and stood up, picked up a letter from the desk, and said, "Father, I have a letter to give to you, Zhang Shibo, Gancheng, but because the content of this letter is very important, I have ordered it You delivered it yourself, are you willing to run this trip for Weifu?"

Although it was a question, Zheng Ling heard that the words were beyond reproach, so he took the letter with both hands.In other words, it will take seven or eight days for Gancheng to be far away from here.

The prime minister also said: "You can stay outside for a while after it is delivered, and you don't have to rush back." He understood his son's nature, as long as it wasn't murder and arson, he would take care of him no matter how big it was.

Zheng Ling looked up.Could it be that the prime minister thought he was too free?

The prime minister waved his hand at him and said, "Go ahead, we will leave early tomorrow morning."

"Yes" Zheng Ling bowed and stepped back.

After Zheng Ling left, the prime minister paced in the study with his hands behind his hands, thought for a while, then went to the desk, took out a piece of paper, and wrote something with a pen.

In the bedroom, Zheng Ling sat idly aside, watching the maids busy packing their luggage.

Jin Fenghuang said anxiously: "Zheng Ling, we can't leave the capital!"

"Didn't you hear what the prime minister said?"

"But our task..."

"Don't worry, I'll be away for a month at most."

"Can……"

"Being outside is better than me being bored in the mansion all day."

"Who told you not to go out for a walk, you don't pay attention to the mission at all." Speaking of this, Jin Fenghuang paused, and asked with squinting eyes: "You can't be playing some little girl, are you?"

Zheng Ling opened his eyes wide: "What little Jiujiu can I play!" Just stop looking at it after speaking.

Seeing this, Jin Fenghuang became more and more skeptical: "No, I'm sure you must have something to hide from me. Are you telling me or not?"

Zheng Ling turned around, rolled his eyes, and said, "I don't even know what you're talking about, what do you want me to say?"

Seeing that Zheng Ling was avoiding his gaze, Jin Fenghuang hurriedly flew up to him, stared at him closely and said, "You really don't want to say?"

Zheng Ling hesitated for a while, but he finally stood up, turned his head and said loudly: "The weather is really nice today!"

The maids secretly smiled when they saw it, thinking that the young master's mood finally improved.

No matter how you look at it, you feel that Zheng Ling is acting suspiciously. Jin Fenghuang thought about it carefully, and then suddenly said: "I see, you are deliberately delaying the completion of the task."

Zheng Ling was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes randomly, and said, "This task has not been triggered, how can I complete it."

Jin Fenghuang stared at Zheng Ling for a long time, feeling a little lost in his eyes: "Aren't I worthy of your trust at all?"

"I..." Zheng Ling suddenly panicked when asked by Jin Fenghuang.

Jin Fenghuang said in a low voice: "I thought we were already good friends who talked about everything."

"I..." Zheng Ling lowered his head and tugged at his clothes.

"In your eyes..." Jin Fenghuang turned his back to him and said, "I've always been a different kind, right?"

"No." Zheng Ling raised his head and immediately retorted.

The maids in the room stopped what they were busy with, and all turned their heads to look at their young master in surprise.

Zheng Ling repeated softly: "No."

Ziyuan came over and asked softly, "Master?"

Zheng Ling couldn't hear what the people beside him were saying, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Jin Fenghuang.

Golden Phoenix flew out without looking back.

Zheng Ling followed closely, but only managed to catch a fleeting glimpse.

Ziyuan was about to chase after him when he saw the sun outside and suddenly it began to rain. Worried that the young master would get caught in the rain, he hurriedly took an oil-paper umbrella and shouted behind him: "Master, master." Fortunately, the young master didn't run far and was alone. Standing alone in the garden, looking up at the sky, the rain fell on his face.

Ziyuan held an umbrella to block the rain on Zheng Ling's body, and also blocked his sight.

"Master, go back to the house."

Zheng Ling squatted down slowly, holding his knees and crying like a child.

"Master."

Jin Fenghuang is like a homeless person, wandering in every corner of the capital, but he can't find a place to stay.

Pedestrians on the road held their heads in search of shelter from the rain.

The people under the eaves watched the sudden heavy rain and commented, "I don't know when the rain will stop."

"Look at the rain, it will take a while."

Someone said happily: "This rain is really timely. My crops are counting on this rain. I hope God will allow this rain to last for a while. Don't rush to stop."

"Yes!"