The carriage continued to move slowly, and Situ Ge glanced coldly at the woman lying in the arms of His Highness the Seventh, and said angrily: "The person has already left, why don't you quickly stay away from His Highness?" ”

If it weren't for the gentleness and generosity of His Highness the Seventh, he saved her life.

He had thrown her out a long time ago, and let those people cut her with a thousand knives.

Qiu Yinong endured the pain on his body, slowly raised his head, and suddenly was robbed of all his soul by the person in front of him.

The delicate-looking man, with his reddish lips slightly raised, with a gentle smile, looked down at her.

That smile made her feel a little spoiled for no reason.

Deep into her marrow and soul.

The curtain of the carriage was blown by the wind, and Yuehua slipped in lightly, sprinkling silver light on his snowy clothes, and the black hair spread on it, like a picturesque scene.

This person has a snow bone fairy wind.

The skin is fair, almost blended with the moonlight, and the face is so delicate that people stop breathing, all the wind and snow in this world cannot describe the amazing and peerless nature of this man.

He looked down at her and smiled, that smile, fluttering, intoxicating.

It's just that the amber eyes precipitate a deep loneliness that can't be erased.

Qiu Yinong suddenly remembered a poem: Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

This man with an elegant temperament that is not as good as the breeze and the bright moon, just like the Nine Heavens Immortal, the sky and the earth are vast, and he can't take away any of his beauty.

She froze slightly.

"But you're shocked?"

The sound is like the moon, the spring breeze blows, like frost flowers falling, tapping the silver plate.

Qiu Yinong got up from his body, and vaguely smelled the faint fragrance of medicine on his body.

This noble son has a stubborn disease.

She shook her head and whispered, "It's just that they recognized the wrong person, and they weren't surprised." ”

"Hmm."

He smiled lightly, as if he understood, but as if he was just inadvertent, he responded softly, and never asked anything else.

I didn't have the slightest curiosity.

Who is this person, Qiu Yinong already has the answer in his heart.

Fifteen years ago, Xiliang repeatedly disturbed the border of Zhao, and his father sent troops to attack Xiliang.

Xiliang was defeated, ceded land and paid compensation, and sent the seventh prince, who was only five years old at the time, as a proton, and imprisoned in Zhao State forever.

The Seven Princes, Dry Bones.

When she was a princess, she had seen the young Dry Bone Huan, an extremely quiet child, who was young and arrogant, and who was rarely willing to associate with such a down-and-out prince.

He didn't care about him.

Later, as she grew older, she heard that the seventh prince was frail and sickly, and he was rarely seen, so his father placed him in a palace outside the palace.

Assign people to keep watch every day.

He was not in good health and did not walk around the palace, and she never saw him again.

Unexpectedly, fifteen years have passed, and the silent and quiet boy has grown into such a demonic appearance.

Enough to amaze the world.

And in the past fifteen years, she has lost her family and country, and has become a fish on the chopping board of the war emperor, and let him slaughter it.

Now that personnel have changed, she can't even compare to the seventh prince who has fallen as a proton.

He was able to move around freely now, and it seemed that the War Emperor was much more lenient to him.

Qiu Yinong lowered his head to hide the hatred in his eyes.

The carriage slowly turned through the long street, and when it reached the noisy place, Qiu Yinong tidied up his clothes and asked: "Thank you, Your Highness, for giving me a ride, I'll just get off here." ”

His amber melancholy eyes looked at her shallowly, and his voice was low: "Good." ”