Because of the Pharmacist Competition, Long Ziyue's identity as 'Medicine Emperor Lingyue' has been widely known, and in order not to cause a commotion, Long Ziyue still brought a veil.

Walking on the crowded West Street, Long Ziyue tried her best to restrain her breath, but even so, she was still regarded as the focus of attention, not because of her, but because of the two people beside her.

The identity of the phantom night is known to everyone, but he is holding a two- or three-year-old child in his arms, which has to be cared for, the princess did not leave an heir before her death, who is that child?

Isn't it that the Holy Tilt King has already married a wife and had children, and that child is the little son of the Saint Tilt King?!

It's—it's shocking!

For the reaction of the crowd, Phantom Night Vision is unaware, still holding Chi Ling through West Street, lest someone do not know the identity of the two, Chi Ling seems to know what Phantom Night thinks, and he cooperates very hard, with a turn of his small eyes, the ignorance and innocence of a child are brought into full play.

"Daddy, what's that?" Pointing to a jade pavilion, he asked curiously

"Red Spirit, in the Wind Spirit, you want to call your father"

"Okay" nodded obediently, and replied crisply, "Father, can I ask for this piece of jade?" ”

"Mo, buy all the spiritual jade in the pavilion"

"Father, father, you see that yard looks like an edelweiss"

"Mo, go to the owner of the yard, if you are willing to sell it for ten times the price?"

"Father, Ling'er wants to go to the lake"

"Ink ......"

Long Ziyue looked up at the sky, is this still the spirit beast she raised?

It's a shame to be so shameless, so doglegged.

"Look, is that the princess of the Holy Fallen King?" There was a low discussion beside him

"It must be, otherwise how could the Holy Fallen King travel with her? It's a pity that with a veil, I can't see my face clearly, but I can be chosen by the Holy Dumping King, it must be a posture of alluring the country and the city."

"I don't know if it's comparable to the former princess"

"Shhh, don't talk nonsense, the princess has been dead for five years, beware of being sentenced to great disrespect"

"I know, but her figure really looks like a princess" retorted in a low voice, and the two secretly glanced at Long Ziyue and left in a hurry.

Died? Long Ziyue's eyes condensed slightly, raised her eyes to look at the phantom night, the phantom night seemed to feel something, lowered her eyes and looked at Long Ziyue's gaze, smiled gently, and said with concern: "But tired?" ”

Long Ziyue shook his head, gently removed his eyes, his cool beautiful eyes condensed with warmth slightly, he regarded her as a princess when he was in Huazong, right? This man is really affectionate.

As the sky darkened, the dusky streets began to glow.

Phantom Night glanced at the sky, and said softly to Long Ziyue: "Yue, it's getting late today, let's go back to the house to rest first, and I'll accompany you tomorrow, okay?" ”

Long Ziyue nodded, her beautiful eyes curled a little with a smile.

Phantom Night stared at the eyes in a daze, looking at the eyes that were becoming more and more moist under the moonlight, and gently raised his hand for a moment, stroked the other party's jade-colored eyes, and asked softly: "How have you been doing all these years?" ”

Long Ziyue was slightly stunned, and in a moment she knew that she had recognized the wrong person in the phantom night, her eyes sank, and she said in a cold voice: "The Holy Venerable admits that it is wrong, I am not the princess."

Phantom Night was stunned for a moment, as if he had just thought that Long Ziyue had lost his memory, and withdrew his hand, his expression gloomy.

yes, Yue doesn't remember him anymore, how did he forget?

Returning to the palace in silence all the way, Phantom Night stopped outside Muqing Pavilion.

"Rest early"

With a light word, Phantom Night returned the red spirit to Long Ziyue and turned to leave.

The sound of light footsteps echoed in the twilight, sprinkling loneliness.