Xin Yi was still sitting in front of the desk. She didn't look at the day, she didn't get distracted, she just sat there obediently, quietly waiting for the man to return.

The jade leak ticked, and a sound knocked on Xin Yi's heart.

It's a bit messy.

Half an hour later, Li Jingting called "Miss Xin, look" again and ran back to the room, the only difference was that he was wearing his lower robe, which seemed to have something in it.

Xin Yi took a look and said suspiciously: "The feet of the prince's robe are still moving...... I won't bring back any living creatures......"

"Exactly!" Li Jingting grinned, took advantage of the situation to untie the feet of his robe, and suddenly, a room full of colors-

Countless butterflies flew out of the lower robe's pockets, large and small, like the souls of three spring flowers, dancing in the house.

Thin wings, greasy smoke, talent and frivolity. Ran Ran flicked the painting column, and the spring breeze came to the dance in front of the king, and asked the Qing Emperor, full of courtesy.

And the man standing in the butterflies in the house, with a long body and jade body, shining eyes, has always been as cold as an iceberg, and like the thawing spring water in March, he is full of smiles.

"Spring butterflies. This is the spring color of Nanshan for the girl. ”

To Jun peach blossom three or two branches, the peach blossom of the human face is dying, and then to Jun Chun water thaw the blue waves, my heart is clear and dust-free, after giving Jun one or two spring moss stone on the green, this heart is endless, and finally to Jun Chun butterfly, the country is more delicate and beautiful people laugh.

Xin Yi's heartbeat stopped instantly.

This butterfly in the sky, the spring in the butterfly, the spring in the spring of the fragrant butterfly, the gentleman's ice heart is like the moon, and the green mountains are endless.

"Do you like it?" Li Jingting smiled, his tone hoarse.

Xin Yi's lips trembled and opened and closed a few times, but he couldn't say half a word. She cocked her fingers slightly, a butterfly fluttered, and Tingting stopped at her fingertips.

Ying Ying is pitiful, the spring is boundless, and those who mess with my heart do not speak for themselves.

Seeing that Xin Yi didn't reply for a long time, Li Jingting pursed his lips in disdain, lowered his head and said in a dumb voice: "...... This king makes you so unhappy...... This king is an old iron tree, with a stupid brain, and he doesn't understand...... I can only think of this stupid method, and hope that the girl will smile again......"

Xin Yi was still silent. Quietly looking at the butterfly perched on his fingertips, pursing his lips slightly, his eyes flashing, and he didn't know whether he was annoyed or happy.

Li Jingting became more and more cramped. Like a child making a mistake, his fist opened and clenched: "Isn't it stupid...... I'm sorry...... I don't know how to make you happy again, if this doesn't work...... This king thinks again...... You wait for me!"

Li Jingting moved his Adam's apple nervously, his face was full of hope again, and he didn't even have time to brush the mud marks and grass and wood foam on the feet of his robe, so he wanted to leave in a hurry.

Bang. When he grabbed the deadbolt with his hand and opened it again, Xin Yi's voice sounded solemnly-

"The prince rests. ”

Li Jingting's footsteps faltered. The fingertips on the deadbolt trembled a little: "Miss Xin......"

Xin Yi coughed twice, I don't know if she didn't want to meet her gaze, or deliberately suppressed something, she turned her head sideways and looked at the butterfly flying out of the window: "...... The prince ran around for a few hours, and he didn't stop sweating or wiping a handful of sweat...... Take a break. ”

Li Jingting was overjoyed and turned back in disbelief: "However, this king is wrong and makes the girl so unhappy...... This king has said that if you don't let the girl smile again, this king ......"

"The folk girl forgives the prince. Xin Yi took over Li Jingting's words abruptly, but as soon as Fang spoke, he realized that something was wrong, and added in a little panic, "The merits and demerits are offset." The folk girl and the prince are clear, and they have no other intentions. ”

"That'...... The previous unhappiness ......" Li Jingting stared at Xin Yi's expression cautiously, for fear that she would not dare not "forgive" herself because of the "dignity of the monarch and the minister".

Xin Yi glanced at half of his eyes and took in Li Jingting's small movements. The corners of her lips pursed, she stood up solemnly, and squeezed out a big smile: "It's all over!

However, the woman was still angry, and the smiling face she immediately squeezed out was too unnatural, so she added childlike playfulness to this "forgiveness".

Li Jingting's heart trembled, and he smiled, laughing so hard that a stream of heat rushed to his mind, and he couldn't hold back after laughing so cold that he had been cold for more than 20 years: "Yes... The girl was smiling... Many... Thank you, girl..."

"You and I don't owe each other, where is the use of thanks. The corners of Xin Yi's lips trembled, and he muttered, "Besides, let a prince thank me, and the people don't dare to make a mistake." ”

Li Jingting's smile became thicker, the starlight between his eyebrows and eyes was shining, and the beautiful curvature of the corners of his lips compared the spring colors of the mountains.

He gently stretched out his hand to let a butterfly perch on his fingertips, and then slowly walked closer to Xin Yi, and with a bend of his slender fingertips, he lifted the butterfly in front of the woman.

Butterflies are close at hand, as colorful as flowers. The man was also close at hand, and his eyes were like the sea.

This time, the Buddha's heart had reacted before his body, and Xin Yi subconsciously didn't hide anymore, but just doubted: "Lord Wang?"

Li Jingting smiled, and the starlight in his pupils was brilliant at first glance-

"This king is ...... Thank you for your gaze, finally even a little ...... Willing to look at me......"

A gust of spring breeze suddenly rose, peach petals flew like mist all over the ground, butterflies came, and the world came in April.

However, in Shuzhong, which is thousands of miles away, in a certain palace, the spring breeze did not make the people in the palace feel the slightest warmth.

Dozens of civil and military officials stood solemnly, lined up in the hall, Ya Que was silent, and Mr. Fulong Liu Zhen stood at the top, also with a respectful expression, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

And the resplendent head of the throne, it is not someone else who sits, but Jiang Li, a chess boy.

He leaned crookedly in the circle chair, uncrowned, his black hair a little messy, a few strands hanging down to his face, casually brushing in the wind.

With a unique face and perfect eyebrows and eyes, he is still the chess boy, but it seems that he is not the chess boy, dressed in a military uniform, with a dark bright light unicorn armor, Fei Lian Bao with silver armor, a heroic posture all over his body, and a heroic spirit.

However, this outfit only makes everyone's hearts cold. Just because of the three hundred and sixty pieces of the unicorn armor, the pieces of blood coagulated, the treasure belt was soaked in blood, and it became a dark red jade bundle, the middle coat behind the scale armor, the brocade boots on the feet, and even the exposed skin were all stained with blood, so that three feet away, you could smell a strong smell of blood.

And on the man's face, although the blood stains have dried up, the cold eyes, the miserable white eyebrows, and the slightly tired and numb face are all like the god of death holding an iron rope.

At this moment, he was holding a sword in his arms, and he was wiping the blood stains on it with a blue rag, and it seemed that after some time, the blood stains dried up and were not easy to wipe, so he was not in a hurry and wiped them for a long time.

Dozens of people in the hall shook their hands that were so cold that they broke out in a cold sweat at the bottom of their feet. The most current Liu Zhen also took a deep breath and tried his best to maintain his majesty.

Horrible. The man sitting on the top was terrifying.

Cold, bloodthirsty, majestic, dignified. It's unimaginable, so the words that are almost contradictory can be perfectly blended and embodied in him at this moment, a hundred ghosts worship, and Huangquan detours, which makes people feel frightened at the same time, but also involuntarily surrender.

The air in the palace is suppressed to the extreme, the bones are eroded to the extreme, and the silence is to the extreme.

The only anomaly was a woman kneeling in the hall, her phoenix eyes widened, looking at everything curiously, like a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers, so that everyone sweated for her.

"How long does it take to wipe Childe's sword? The sword has half a month's blood on it, and if it is not washed with vinegar and water, it cannot be wiped off. "Wudi, the woman's clear voice broke the stagnation.