"Mother, did you hear what Erchen just said?" Jun Yichen looked at a tombstone close at hand with a gentle face, and his voice was very soft, as if he would disturb the people in the tomb if he said it loudly.

At this moment, it is rumored that he is as cold and cruel as Shurajun, he is dressed in white like an immortal, and he is strategic, imposing, and domineering, but he kneels respectfully in front of this tombstone.

His phoenix eyes are clear and free of impurities, and his handsome face is as gentle as a spring breeze, making people look like he is harmless.

"Since your death, Erchen's heart has not had any waves, but now, this woman who fell from the sky has disturbed Erchen's long-frozen heart again and again."

She is happy, and her heart is happy.

She grieved, and her heart grieved.

When she suffers, her heart aches.

Looking at the tombstone silently, the black pupils seemed to be able to see the gentle, charitable, noble and elegant mother concubine in his memory in front of the tombstone.

Stretching out her slender and moist fingers, she stroked the edge of the tombstone, and the corners of her mouth hooked up a bitter smile, "Today I met in the bamboo forest, she turned pale because of the unbearable pain, at that moment, Erchen's heart was nervous, worried, and trembling..."

Jun Yichen's head lowered slightly, and his voice was a little more hoarse, "It wasn't until the imperial doctor told her that he could cure her and make sure that her life was not in danger, that Erchen's heart calmed down a little, and after he walked out of Liuliyuan, he suddenly woke up, and he didn't hesitate for half a minute in everything he had just done." ”

Slowly raised his head, his eyes were clouded with a layer of misty, "Mother, when your son sees her now, she has a desire to protect her, and even more has the idea of wanting to protect her for the rest of her life, you say, is it right or wrong to think like this?" ”

After a while, he took a deep breath, "Erchen also remembered what you said, 'Everything goes according to your own heart'." ”

Jun Yichen stood up from the foreshadowing, looked at the rows of night pearls hanging around, and looked firm, "Although I have only known her for more than a month, she is special after all, Erchen doesn't know whether he has a good impression of her or is excited, Erchen only knows that she is the person he wants to protect." ”

When his mother died of illness, his heart was painful, remorseful, and even more helpless.

lost the best person in the world for him, and later, he became stronger and stronger and even stood alone, so that in the past few years, he has a cold temperament, and his heart is like a stone sinking into the sea, and he no longer surfaces.

Now, because a woman named Xiao Ling broke into his world, his heart was going to be rekindled, no longer cold, and no longer plain.

"Mother, this woman, the minister is willing to gamble once!"

Jun Yichen looked at the tombstone for a long time before bowing his head, "Mother, my son will come to see you next time." Then he turned and left.

After turning around, he turned back into the cold and evil, bloodthirsty and enchanting Shura Jun, who everyone avoided, and turned back into the His Royal Highness King Chen, who was dressed in white like a fairy and admired by countless girls in the boudoir.

"Xiao Ling, this king's bet this time is the king's life." Standing in front of the stone gate of the mausoleum, looking up at the sky, the words spoken were so light and light, so understated.

"Lord Wang, in the private room of Yuexiang Building, the conditioning prescription written by Imperial Physician Chen and the precautions written by Mama Zhang have been completed." Lei Xiang quietly appeared in front of Jun Yichen, reporting in an orderly manner.

"Yes." Jun Yichen's action of looking up at the sky remained unchanged.

Lei Xiang continued to report: "Swift has already used hypnotism on them, and now, they have forgotten what happened today, and only remember that Feng Xuan asked them to wait for the summons of the prince in Yuexiang Building. ”

"Let them go straight back to the palace." Jun Yichen said lightly.

Lei Xiang frowned slightly, and asked in a low voice: "Now that Imperial Physician Chen and Mama Zhang have forgotten today's incident, if the one in the palace asks, how should they deal with it?" ”

Jun Yichen's phoenix eyes flashed with a dull cold light, and his thin lips smiled evilly, "Don't pay attention to it, they can answer whatever they want, this king has always acted out of common sense, she understands." ”

Glancing at Lei Xiang with side eyes, he said in a deep voice: "You and Lei Xin take good care of Miss Ling, and you must do it yourself, and you must not use it in the hands of others." ”

"Remember, subordinates."

Even if the prince doesn't say it, the two of them will do it, Miss Ling and them are like sisters, and they will definitely take care of her personally and take care of her meticulously, so that she can get better as soon as possible.

"Go ahead."

"The subordinates retired."

"It turns out that this is how the heartbeat feels." The corners of Jun Yichen's lips hooked slightly, and a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes.

After a while, he looked sideways into the darkness, and his tone was lazy and casual, "Go to the Blood Soul Palace." ”

"Yes." Feng Xuan appeared behind him from the shadows.

Jun Yichen turned his head to look at Feng Xuan for a long time, "Let's go, this king suddenly feels that today's practice is not enough, and he still needs to practice again." ”

“···” Feng Xuan was speechless.

The prince and the demon sect leader Dugu City have been competing in the bamboo forest for nearly half an hour today, isn't this enjoyable? ?

Looking up at the prince's calm and unfinished look, he decided to shut up.

And Jun Yichen, who was walking slowly in front, seemed to be able to see Feng Xuan's speechless expression, a satisfied smile flashed in his eyes, and he nodded and admired: "The weather is good, it is very suitable for martial arts and guns." ”

Feng Xuan was even more speechless after hearing this, but he still decided not to talk, he didn't understand the world of masters.

Jun Yichen, who didn't talk much, went against the norm today, talking to himself, making Feng Xuan think that his prince had been transferred.

However, Jun Yichen's words dispelled the thoughts he had just suspected.

After he was silent for the eleventh time, Jun Yichen turned around slightly, squinted at him, and his red lips opened lightly, with a hint of teasing, "Feng Xuan, no matter how silent and pretending to be cool, no matter how cold and ruthless you are, you can't learn this king's innate coldness, let alone imitate this king's innate coldness, after studying for so many years, the more you learn, the more you don't look like it." ”

"The subordinates don't dare." Feng Xuan is embarrassed, where does he have the courage to learn? The prince jokes about this every time.

He had no words to defend himself except to say, 'His subordinates don't dare'.

Who else can say that about him except the prince.

Only the prince has the ability to provoke his emotions like this.

Somewhere far away.

The top of the snow-capped mountains.

A cyan figure stood in the wind, and the cold wind mixed with snowflakes blew his cyan robe bulging, but his steps did not move for half a minute, and his body was covered with a thin layer of snowflakes for a while, looking desolate and arrogant.

Dressed in a green shirt, with a jade belt of the same color tied to the waist, the black hair is only fixed on the head with a wooden hairpin, the temperament is elegant, noble and handsome, it looks like he is only in his thirties, under a pair of sword eyebrows, his eyes are like stars, and his eyes seem to be able to penetrate people's hearts.

The slender fingers that carried it on the back kept pinching.

In the end, the thin lips turned from tight to slightly hooked, "Chen'er, I've been traveling for a long time as a teacher, it's time to go back and see you." ”

He smiled slightly, and even the snowflakes around him no longer stuck to him as if they were actively melting.

The cold wind swept through his handsome face like a spring breeze, causing a strand of long hair on his forehead to flutter in the wind, adding a touch of mystery to him, and giving him the idea of wanting to find out.

The snow-capped mountains are thousands of feet, the cliffs are on the ice, he is proud and independent, and he is the only one, and the strong are like this.

I saw him dodge, and there was no trace of him on the spot, leaving him alone in the snowflakes singing solo.