Bai Jingshuo brought a plain mask, and stood in the corner in a daze at this time.

Under the cold moonlight, there are small and luxuriant white flowers blooming on the stone steps, and the thin petals are still with pure dewdrops, delicate and unbearable.

This flower is called Purple Face.

In the Valley of the Medicine King, there are many such flowers, every time I go to Yuqiongyuan to see the willow heart purple, the mountain path, all the way winding, this kind of small flowers are overwhelming, climbing all over the hillside.

Zi'er ...... There was a hint of anxiety in his heart. I don't know if she can cope with being trapped in Beijing alone.

Suddenly remembering her coquettish smile and moaning helplessly under him, the worry in my heart couldn't help but increase a little more.

I heard a clear voice slowly coming from behind me: "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" ”

Bai Jingshuo was taken aback.

It was a remote and desolate place, and he didn't even notice it when this man approached him.

He turned his head in horror and saw the petite blue-clad boy standing in the moonlight.

His skin was almost transparent in the moonlight, his facial features were exquisite, and he was also a pair of bewitching peach blossom eyes.

Bai Jingshuo said lightly: "This flower is very chic, and the grass people are greedy for a while and rude." ”

After finishing speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave.

The young man in blue stared at him carefully, obviously the back of Ling Ran, but that face was too mediocre, but those eyes were dazzling, and they were eight points similar to himself.

He stared slightly, as if he was thinking, but he smiled lightly at Bai Jingxuan: "Can this little flower also enter the eyes of the prince?" ”

Bai Jingxuan's heart was shocked, and he took a step without a trace.

Maintaining a faint and detached smile, Bai Jingxuan turned around and looked at him quietly.

Under the moonlight, the young man in blue stood with his hands in his hands, and his unimpressive momentum was even more dazzling than the bright moon.

He stood silent for a long time, and suddenly struck out with a palm, Bai Jingshuo flew away to dodge, and the man in blue approached with a deception, and grabbed his wrist with his bare hands!

Bai Jingxuan's eyes changed, he broke free from the prison system with his backhand, and hit the young man with a palm. For a while, the mountain peaks were sluggish, rolling up the withered yellow leaves on the ground, flying in the air non-stop, and the killing intent spread between heaven and earth.

The blue-clothed young man smiled, approached Bai Jingxuan, and his palm was directly facing him, Bai Jingxuan slammed his palm into his chest, his eyes flickered in an instant, and he retracted his strength.

With a brush, the mask on his face was uncovered by the young man in blue.

Bai Jingxuan frowned, and stepped back a few meters on tiptoe, steadily avoiding the young man's strength.

The two sides are on a par with each other.

There was silence in the garden, as if nothing had happened.

"The prince has such a handsome face, and he is willing to hide it." The blue-clothed young man sneered, with a bewitching smile on his face: "Are you Qu Ninghao, Qu Yizheng, or Qu Zhanye?" ”

"Emperor Dade is so blessed to have given birth to such an amazing and brilliant son."

Bai Jingxuan smiled: "This king Qu Ninghao." The three princes were shocked, and the king admired them. ”

There was the light of Noye in his eyes, and the young man in blue smiled slyly: "Is it really called Qu Ninghao?" And not Qu Jingxuan? ”

Bai Jingxuan's handsome face gradually swelled with anger. In those deep peach blossom eyes, there is the tranquility before the storm.

"Angry?" The boy looked at him mockingly, with a twinkle in his eyes.

It was like a gust of wind blowing.

The boy only felt that something had passed through his hair, and when he looked up, the white figure had landed steadily, standing on one hand. He smiled slightly, and the stinging boy's eyes hurt.

In Bai Jingxuan's right hand, the hairband of the blue-clothed young man fluttered in the wind.

The young man's green hair spread out like this.

There was finally a hint of panic in his eyes. Under the moonlight, he is like an elf who has fallen into the mortal world, a disaster country of beauty.

"Should I call you the third princess, or the third prince?" Bai Jingshuo sneered, learning her tone: "The princess has such a beautiful face, and she is willing to hide it." ”