Cheng Shizi......

At first glance, Kou Yanzhong didn't react for a while, but then he thought of the incident of running away from marriage three years ago, and recalled it again.

"Cheng Mo?"

Seeing that King Yu was full of surprise, the old prince only smiled and nodded.

"It's him—"

The two men walked into the mansion together while talking, and they seemed to have a good conversation, Fang Qiao's scene was seen by Song Huai'an, who was passing by with Xiao Wangjing, and was originally going to send the little ghost back to the yard, but even squatted down and rubbed the little ghost's face.

"There's only a little way left, you go back by yourself, good."

Song Huaian didn't want to take the initiative to meet Kou He Yanzhong no matter what, but after she finished speaking, the little ghost just rubbed his eyes and nodded, he was also a little tired after going out to play for a day today.

"My sister also rested early."

"Got it......"

Song Huai'an waved goodbye to the little ghost, and went back to his yard, today Song Huaixin just arrived and rushed to Qingyu Pass with a vote of people under his hand.

In addition to being a little useful at the beginning, and this point of use, Song Huaixin can also completely handle it, and the rest is done.

It's about helping the old man...... With kids?

Song Huaian couldn't help but shake his head when he thought about it, and got up helplessly.

Chu Yan had been following Song Huai'an's side, he looked up and glanced in the direction where King Yu and Duke Shu had left, and then thought of his business.

He took out a letter from his bosom and handed it to Princess Jing.

"This is a letter from the prince, and I ask the princess to take a look."

Although the border has not yet arrived in winter, the wind blowing makes people can't help but shrink, Song Huaian looked at the letterhead in front of him, smooth and intact, obviously carefully escorted all the way.

Kou Jingyu......

Said that there was half a month when she came to the border, not for a long time, and gradually people got used to it, she took the letterhead, opened it casually, and heard the cold wind of the border in her ears, but she suddenly remembered the bustling Wujing City, and inexplicably felt a little more stunned and embarrassed.

I don't know when she got used to it, used to the quaint castles and courtyards, and the future that was the most familiar became a thing of the past, blurring day by day, becoming a curtain that no one could see, and it began to fade over time.

And the same is true of the city of Wujing, which has just become familiar.

Song Huai'an opened the envelope, she suddenly felt that she was really cold-hearted and cold-hearted, and the effect of time on her was extraordinary, as if anything could be smoothed out......

Song Huai'an opened the letterhead indifferently while walking, and it was a thin piece of rice paper, which was very crisp and tender when pinched, as if it would be torn up if he was not careful.

At the beginning, it was a very old-fashioned "seeing words like meeting", Song Huai'an wanted to sigh, but somehow he really remembered that handsome face and slightly raised eyebrows, the tall figure seemed to be standing in front of him, smiling back at her, and then calling out cheekily as always.

"Lady-"

Song Huai'an's leisurely face suddenly froze, and there was an emotion that he had never known that exploded in his chest unexpectedly.

It's like fireworks suddenly exploding on a night that doesn't belong to any festival.

It makes people look for a voice in amazement, makes people feel joy when they look at it, and becomes regretful when they disappear.

That regret was very small, but it made Song Huaian's fingers clench the letterhead.

The subtle emotion seeped out from the chest little by little, and from the neck to the throat, turning into subtle bitterness.

was so bitter that Song Huai'an even had pain in his eyes.

Chu Yan's confused and nervous voice came from his ears, this time he didn't call the princess respectfully, but blurted it out.

“…… Song Huai'an? ”

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