Chapter 117: Yi, has been ...... by her

A woman's voice came from inside the room, the corners of the man's thin lips hooked a shallow arc, and he muttered to himself while closing the door and walking out: "Little fox, I'll clean you up at night, and see if you still have the strength to be naughty again." ”

Listening to the sound of the door closing, Yun Qiange lay heavily on the bed again, she covered the quilt, sniffed with the tip of her small nose, whew, there was a smell of Yi in the quilt, she shrunk in the quilt and held the pillow and sniffed, and smiled with satisfaction.

It's full of Yi's smell, and it would be nice if she could really accompany Yi like this. Yi, I really want to open my eyes every day to see the person, it's you.

Yi, I like you so much.

Thinking so, the woman hugged the pillow and gradually fell asleep, and a sweet smile slowly rose on the corner of her mouth......

"Princess, Feng Jun, please come over. Princess, are you alright? Princess??? Dieyi stretched out her hand and shook it in front of Yun Qiange's eyes, she was worried about dying, why did the princess always wander recently?

A familiar voice came from her ears, pulling Yun Qiange out of her memories, the dream was shattered and only the cruel reality remained, and in front of her stood a woman wearing a blue jacket skirt, with a girl's bun, looking at her curiously with big eyes, it was Dieyi......

Yun Qiange laughed self-deprecatingly, feeling that she was a little ridiculous, she had traveled to this alternate era, and there would be no more Yi in this strange country.

"Where is the Queen Father now?"

"Back to the princess, Feng Jun is waiting for the princess to dine together in the main hall."

She got out of bed, dressed and groomed by the maid, today she is wearing two layers of thick cotton clothes, but not bloated at all, the coat is a light cyan dress, draped in a layer of tulle of the same color, the group of pleats flows like a clear lake and pours on the ground, mopping the floor four feet, three thousand green silk is only tied up with a jade hairpin, simple but not at all noble.

"Let him sleep a little longer." Qingzhu was about to wake up his son-in-law, but was startled by the princess's voice.

Qingzhu immediately retracted his hand, didn't dare to say anything and stepped aside, looking at the son who even slept with a smile, his heart was very strange, the son has always slept lightly, how could he sleep so dead today? And in the face of such a terrifying princess, how did Childe fall asleep? Could it be that the princess fed the son with drugs?

Thinking like this, Qingzhu's heart tightened, and he didn't have time to think about it, he blurted out: "Princess, son, he ......"

Qingzhu's expression was full of fear and worry, this expression naturally made Yun Qiange understand what Qingzhu was thinking, she raised her hand to stop the maid who was about to push the door open for her, looked back at Wan Qi Haoyu who was sleeping, and threw a sentence without saltiness: "He just fell asleep." ”

Then, Yun Qiange pushed open the door by herself, and the cold autumn wind rushed in her face, and she walked out with her skirt in the wind.

With every step she took, her steps were heavy.

The autumn wind was like a sickle, blowing off the only few fallen leaves on the tree, and Yun Qiange stood under the dead tree, stretching out his palm to take a piece of golden fallen leaves.

The cold wind swept wildly, blowing out the fallen leaves in her hands again, looking at the empty palms, she hooked the corners of her lips bitterly, and suddenly felt that her body was so cold, the cold made her head so clear, and reminded her of too many things she didn't want to think about......

Regardless of whether she crosses over or not, Yi will no longer appear in the world with her.

Because Yi, she has been killed......