Lan blinked, quickly caught up with the wind for hundreds of miles, looked at his master's unparalleled demonic face, and twisted his eyebrows, "Master, aren't you sad?" ”

"Sad?" Baili Feng raised his eyebrows, "Why should this hall be sad?" ”

"Miss Ziyan was given a marriage to the king of Tilt and became the princess of Tilt, so she couldn't go back to Beichen with her master" Lan said with regret, his master's heart for Miss Ziyan, he really saw it in his eyes.

Hearing this, Baili Feng swept Lan Qingjun's face, hooked his lips and smiled mysteriously, "It's just a marriage, Yue'er hasn't reached yet, there are still three years before marriage, and three years is enough time for the main hall to snatch Yue'er from Helian Jue's hands."

"Master" Lan twitched the corners of her mouth, and helplessly lengthened her voice.

"Okay, this palace has its own plans for this matter, you go and see how the seventeenth princess is, Yue'er is a concubine, she can't be missing"

"Yes" Lan replied and left the osmanthus forest.

From time to time, Lan turned back, and Qingjun's face was a little deep, "Master, the seventeenth princess left this letter and left."

Baili Feng's starry eyes sank, and he reached out to take the letter handed by Lan, and quickly swept it, a pair of black eyes slowly narrowed.

"Master......" Seeing that Baili Feng didn't speak, Lan opened his mouth worriedly.

"Let's go, the seventeenth princess will come to look for us" put away the letter, explained lightly, and walked away.

"Yes" Lan responded, although he was curious, he didn't dare to ask more, and followed the wind for hundreds of miles to leave the osmanthus forest.

Prime Minister's House, Chenyuan, the night is boundless.

The autumn breeze blows through the red leaves, the master bedroom is quiet and silent at night, and the wide courtyard is more lonely because of the departure of Ziyan Mingchen.

Mo mulberry tree, the clear moon is peerless.

Under the clear moon shadow, a green figure stepped on the moon, the girl was slender, beautiful in appearance, although she was thirteen or fourteen years old, but faintly revealing the elegance, under the ink-colored eyebrows, a pair of narrow eyes were starry.

Standing under the mulberry tree, the girl looked up at the master bedroom in the moonlight, and her clear eyes crossed a touch of shyness.

It was the person she had always loved but dared not show, and in the past, there was a huge disparity in their identities, and she did not have the courage to show her love to him, so she could only stand out of his sight, silently paying attention to him and looking up to him.

Thinking of the figure as warm as jade, the girl gently pulled the corners of her lips, and her immature cheeks opened a smile like a flower.

Carefully straightening her dress, the girl took a step and walked towards the master bedroom.

Stopping in front of the door of the master bedroom, the girl raised her hand and knocked on the door, her fingers fell on the door, the girl paused, and her clear eyes crossed a trace of hesitation.

Bei Yan bit her red lip, and the girl looked up at the maroon door in front of her, took a deep breath, and buckled her fingers.

"Knock Knock"

A muffled knock rippled silently in the silent night, and no one answered, nor did there be a trace of response. The girl frowned, looked at the closed sandalwood door, hesitated for a moment, and stretched out her hand to push it open.

The door was unlocked, and it opened as soon as it was pushed, and the girl held her breath nervously as she looked into the room. There is no palm light in the bedroom, and it is hazy to see it really, only the moonlight shines through the window lattice and spills shallowly on the bed.

Taking careful steps, the girl slowly moved into the master bedroom by the moonlight.

Walking through the dimly lit side hall, the girl breathed a sigh of relief, looked up and swept towards the master bedroom, her eyes lit up. The master bedroom is clean and tidy, with plain beds hanging quietly on both sides, revealing the neatly arranged wooden idols on the couch.

Walking slowly into the master bedroom, the girl stopped in front of the bed, looking at the lifelike wooden idol on the couch, and the eyelashes under Dai's eyebrows fluttered slightly.

The jade-colored pillow is filled with delicately carved wooden idols, and there are more than a dozen puppets in total, all of which are carved with the same woman. The woman's appearance is stunning, or cold and glamorous or bright and enchanting, and every look is captivating.

The slender hand touched the wooden idol, the girl held the corners of her lips bitterly, raised her eyes to look at the bright moon under the night, and the starry eyes crossed the gloom.

You really only have Miss in your heart, Master Mingchen.