"What are you ..... you going to do?" Hua Xuanji incoherently pushed away the big hand that was tied to his waist, and his face was red again.

"Tsk, naturally, it is to accompany the beauty to share the bed. Or, complete that with a personal promise. Bai Yan looked begging, and the hand tied to Hua Xuanji's waist tightened again.

"You...... I'm calling! Hua Xuanji blushed and said angrily.

"You feel free." Bai Yan tilted his body slightly outward, propped his head with one hand, and looked at Yeguo Fruit leisurely.

Hua Xuanji couldn't cry or laugh in annoyance, she was a thief in the prince's courtyard, how dare she scream, she couldn't move her hands, she simply moved her feet, and she was a heartwarming foot in front of Bai Yan, and said angrily:

"You go down for me."

Who knew that his ankle was tightly grasped by his big palm around his waist, and with one force, the whole person completely fell into his arms.

The faint fragrance of tea on his body spread to Yeguoguo's nose again, the distance between the two faces was less than a centimeter, the tall nose bridge was against her nose, and her face was like a fire, Hua Xuanji rolled her eyes in embarrassment, don't look over.

Bai Yan hugged Hua Xuanji into his arms for a few more minutes, a few strands of messy hair intertwined with each other, extremely difficult to distinguish, only to hear him smile faintly, "Good, sleep." “

You're sure you're not coaxing the cat. Hua Xuanji rolled her eyes helplessly. A handful of Guo Xiu was completely buried in the quilt, and he didn't go out even though he couldn't breathe.

After a long time, feeling that the breath of the person above her head was gradually even, Hua Xuanji carefully lifted the quilt, took a few mouthfuls of fresh air greedily, and when she turned around, she happened to meet Bai Yan's peaceful sleeping face.

The white candle on the table had gradually been burned dry, and only a faint flame was left dancing strongly. The moonlight sprinkled like smoke on the sleeping face of the white flame.

The long, dense eyelashes make a shell shape on the eyelids, and the complexion appears fairer. The closed peach blossom eyes don't look so annoying at this time.

If only he had been so quiet. Hua Xuanji stared at him for a long time, and gave such a conclusion in her heart.

Sleepiness hit and a big yawn, Hua Xuanji patted her mouth with her intact hand and said softly, "Sleep." So she got into the quilt, and after a while, a small cry came out of her mouth. Like the first cry of a lark in the morning, soft and clean.

The pair of closed peach blossom eyes suddenly opened, and the black and white eyes tightly twisted the woman who was sleeping peacefully in his arms, Bai Yan withdrew his body slightly, and with a light tap of his toes, he disappeared into the moonlight along the window.

On a dark path, Bai Yan's white clothes were made more transparent by the moonlight, and he was as untouched as a fairy in the sky. However, those seemingly bewitching peach blossom eyes shone with an unfathomable light. Three feet from where he stood, he could feel a thick cold air, which made people shiver.

"Are you really sure?" Suddenly, there was a faint sound, without the slightest twist and turn. This kind of coldness makes it impossible to fully associate him with the white flame of the white sun.

"100% sure." In the moonlight, a dark shadow suddenly appeared behind him, bowing but replying in a somewhat proud tone.

"Are you really sure he's going to fall in love with her?" Bai Yan turned around lightly, glanced at the man in black, turned his head to look at the distant lights, and said lightly.

"That's the most brilliant prophet Da Yang has ever seen." The black-clothed figure trembled slightly, and replied a little hurriedly.

"Go down." Another faint command, a faint wave. In the blink of an eye, the man in black just made a deep promise, and suddenly disappeared into the moonlight. Just like when he came, silently, without a trace.

Under the moonlight, Bai Yan's slender eyebrows frowned tightly, his peach blossom eyes trembled slightly, looking at the moonlight in the sky, and muttered, "Why her?" ”

"Yan'er." In an instant, it seemed to be back on the waterside of the south of the Yangtze River, back to the dilapidated but very warm little courtyard.

I still remember that it was the season of early spring, and it was also the season when the peach blossoms were in full bloom. In the small courtyard, no less than ten peach trees were hit, scorching and fragrant.

However, inside the half-hidden door, suddenly there was the sound of a child crying.

A boy half-knelt in front of the bed, holding a woman's hand tightly, and from time to time he reached out to wipe away the tears left on his face.

The woman looked no more than thirty years old, but her cheeks were deeply sunken, her big black and white eyes, which should have been beautiful, had heavy circles, wrinkles caused by worry, her lips were chapped, and her voice was hoarse as if she had run through the sand. Even the palm holding the boy was bruised, and he looked terminally ill.

"Mother." The boy under the bed held the woman's hand tightly in his slender palm, and kept choking: "Mother, he, he won't come, mother, you can go with confidence, everything is still a child." ”

"Nope." The woman's voice was firm and persistent, and the willow eyebrows frowned tightly, and she suddenly held on to the foot of the bed, coughing violently. With a pop, a blood-red spitting onto the boy's snow-white clothes under the bed.

"Mother." The boy anxiously took the woman into his arms, and the tears in his eyes could not be concealed.

"Ahem." The woman didn't seem to care, hooked her lips slightly, smiled, and continued to say in a hoarse voice: "He will come, he told me that he will come back when the peach blossoms bloom in the garden." As he spoke, he raised his hand with great difficulty and looked expectantly at the peach blossoms in full bloom outside the window.

"Yan'er, you know what? Your father is the most beautiful man in the world, when he went south, his mother remembered that he was standing under a peach tree, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and black hair. He glanced at his mother, but at that glance, he felt that there was no other color or sound in heaven and earth. ”

The voice became fainter and fainter, and the blood from the corners of the woman's mouth slowly flowed out, dripping on the trembling hands of the boy kneeling under the bed.

The boy's shoulders trembled with sobbing, and he trembled and stretched out his little hand with drops of blood to cover the woman's lips anxiously. Shaking his head, he couldn't cry and said, "Mother, don't say it, don't say it." ”

"Nope." The woman shook her head, held the boy's little hand in the palm of her hand again, wiped the blood from the corner of her lips with some difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice, "Let Mother finish." ”

The dim eyes looked out the window, and the corners of the woman's lips were slightly hooked, as if she saw the man standing under the peach blossom tree and glancing at herself.

"He is the king of this country, and he is the one who can control the power of life and death. His eyebrows were always furrowed, but whenever his mother was gone, he would smile faintly at her. "It's like being stuck in a memory. The woman's words were no longer choppy, but flowed out.