Xi Yan squatted in front of Xiyin with his chest crossed, and looked at it for a long time before speaking again

"I said Ayin, do we have to him?"

There was a meaning between the words, and Xiyin rarely looked up and looked at each other with a puzzled expression

"You're not suitable. ”

After Xi Yan finished speaking, he hurriedly put his hands in front of his chest to prevent Xiyin from suddenly attacking, and only after seeing that the other party did not move, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued

"First, you are the princess of Chu Fengguo, he is the second son of King Zhennan of Daliang, from your identity, it is not suitable at all. ”

"Second, I don't have much contact with him, although every time I see him, he is a humble and polite look, but with my years of experience in the dust, he"

Halfway through speaking, he stopped, stretched out his index finger and thumb, and made a mask-tearing motion on his face, saying word by word

"Essentially a cold and indifferent character, not suitable for a husband. ”

"Third, and most importantly," Xi Yan leaned in front of Shein, with a rare trace of concern on his face

"Ayin, he will eventually return to Daliang, what will you do then?"

Shein shook her head, muttering a headache and holding her legs and burying her face in her knees.

"Wait!"

Xi Yan held up Shein's head with one hand.

His strength was not small, and Xiyin, who felt the pain, glared at the other party angrily, and raised his hand to prepare to fight back.

But the usually quick response of Xi Yan was unexpectedly unguarded, and he stared at Shein's forehead in confusion.

The situation was so weird that Shein's palm stopped in midair.

Xi Yan asked uncertainly: "Ayin, if I remember correctly, the birthmark on your head is only one petal." ”

Shein reached out and touched the birthmark on her forehead and nodded.

"But," he hesitated, pointing to Xiyin's forehead before he said after a while, "it seems to have grown a petal." ”

Xiyin didn't believe it, thinking it was just a joke of the fourth brother, but after a while, she still saw that the other party was serious and didn't lie, so she immediately got up and looked around for a mirror.

"I'm a big man, how can I have a mirror?"

Xiyan followed behind Xiyin and chattered, looking at Xiyin, who was about to turn the palace upside down, he couldn't bear to pull the other party to the water tank in the courtyard, pointing to the water

"Just a moment?"

That's all there is to it, Shein pouted.

Xiyin's hair fell as he bent over, and Xiyan hurriedly held it around his neck, and he also leaned over to the water tank and followed the other party to look at the reflection in the water.

Sheein touched her forehead and felt that the birthmark was a little hot.

The reflection was still a little blurry, so Xiyin lowered her head and got closer to the surface of the water, so that she could see clearly.

A petal is slowly spreading from the center, and the new petals and the original pair of hooks are spreading between the forehead, and there is a little red heart in the middle.

Xiyin was stunned, and the breath on the side, who also saw the process, was also dumbfounded.

"Is this a birthmark?"

Listening to Xiyin's question, Xiyan shook his head, he didn't know how to answer.

Looking at Xiyan and shaking his head, Xiyin frowned, I don't know if it's or not.

Suddenly smelling a strange fragrance, Xiyin sniffed and asked Xiyan

"Fourth brother, do you smell it?"

Not only did I smell it, but the fragrance was also very familiar, and I said it in my mouth.

This is exactly the same as the strange fragrance that permeated the palace when Xiyin was born, and it was even stronger.

Although he was only four years old at the time, the scent remained in his memory.

The two straightened up, and were shocked when they found that the Junzi orchid, begonia, and cyclamen had already withered in the courtyard, as if they saw a strange flower picture slowly unfolding in front of him.

Xi Yan's first reaction was to go and close the palace, and he ordered Xiaohua and the guards to dismiss the palace people.

Shein stood in the courtyard, clutching her chest, feeling her heartbeat, feeling as if she had returned to the situation when she first saw Cang Ting.

He stood in the winding corridor, the breeze blowing, the sun shining only on one of his shoulders, and the other half of his figure hidden in the shadows, like the freehand ink painting of the beams.

It's the first time I see it, and I can't see my face clearly, but Xiyin feels that he must be a man who can be entrusted for life.

Yes, for life.