Chapter 440: What's Wrong



Today, I am afraid that there are few people in the Qixiang Pavilion who have this qualification, and the only one who can be sure is probably only Chen Xi.

But if Chen Xi is allowed to step in, with the current situation in Nanling, it will inevitably be a bit of a fuss, this person will choose ......

"Okay." It should be Shi Yu Kaoru, if there is no one in the Seven Fragrance Pavilion, she will run this trip, and use the formation between the four pavilions to teleport, and it will not take a few days.

As soon as the words fell, Helian Yiyang and Yin Feng arrived.

Yin Feng had obviously been dressed in the palace, and at this time he did not show the embarrassment after the war, his face was gloomy, his eyes were bloodshot, and he seemed to be dripping blood, so he only greeted a few people in the hall, and then went to the back hall.

Shi Yuxun's gaze drifted to the back hall with Yin Feng, and he sighed slightly.

The man beside him withdrew his gaze from a distance and fell on the face of the woman beside him, such a familiar but unfamiliar look.

Once upon a time, the girl in my memory also had such a distress and regret?

As if sensing his gaze, she turned her head to see that her ink-like pupils were slightly dilated, and her complexion was not good-looking, and his eyebrows couldn't help frowning slightly: "No rest?" ”

Shi Yu Kaoru waved his hand, responded casually, was silent for a moment, noticed that he wanted to speak and stopped, and glanced into the hall.

The three of them didn't bother them, they were chatting unhurriedly, and Yuwen, who had unloaded the important things on his mind, smiled and smiled, and there were a lot of smart eyebrows, and naturally there were more words.

Glancing at the man beside him again, he walked out.

There was a slight sound of footsteps behind him, and Kaoru Shiwa was silent, and the people behind him were also silent.

The sun is warm, and the wind is cold.

The winter in Nanling is cold early, and the branches and leaves in the garden are bleak, but the red plums in the garden in the garden begin to bloom three days ago.

Yesterday's shower knocked down a lot of the only bright red plum in the garden, and although it was depressed, those who still stood on the branches a little bit of red, but bloomed with a more proud attitude, like a spark, and the corner of the reflection was vivid and transparent.

Looking at the Junzi Pavilion above the lotus pond, the dotted red plums are emerging from the other side of the low wall, and there is a sense of transcendence that is not a red apricot but a red apricot.

The changes in Lingdu in just two days are simply earth-shaking to the outrageous, the people above are busy with wind under their feet, and the people below are even more busy with wind and hot wheels under their feet, and the flowers and plants in the garden are naturally neglected and left unattended.

The place that has always been at the top of the popularity rating is now the quietest venue.

"The prince is not for the people's livelihood at this time, how can he have time to go to Yin's mansion?"

killed Yin Feng, she didn't believe that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince just accompanied his important ministers home to visit relatives.

Helian Yiyang's posture was upright, his eyes disappeared into the sky condensed into cotton-like crushed cumulus clouds, he was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "Why did you come back?" ”

Shi Yuxun touched the tip of his nose: "In the eyes of the prince, am I a selfish and unrighteous scum?" ”

She didn't mean sarcasm, her words were slightly relaxed, it was a joke tone, Helian Yiyang still frowned, she didn't seem to like such jokes.

"When are you leaving?"

Shi Yuxun's face darkened, which one is the crown prince? This etiquette is wrong! For Mr. Mao to ask questions for himself and ignore the question marks of others?! What's wrong!

Her lips lit up, only to hear him ask again: "Won't it stay long?" ”

She was slightly stunned and looked sideways at him.

The winter sun was very mild, and the man's heroic figure was golden, but it still didn't seem to warm him, and his eyes were far away, as if he wanted to melt into the distant clouds.

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