The daily life of the great devil's favorite wife

Chapter 579
The breeze blows and the sun sets.

The night follows the bright moon, climbs up the branches, and in the coolness, there is a sadness that no one can know.

Qingyan sat by the bridge, quietly looking at the darkened door, her little hands clenched tightly.

No matter what Yanfeng offered her, she waved her hand and refused, even her favorite candied haws.

Regarding this, Yan Feng tried to find His Royal Highness several times, but was held back by Qing Yan.

He didn't understand, but he could only sit quietly where he was.

What happened to the princess and Qingyan?
"Qingyan, don't you go in, and see the princess?"

Yan Feng asked cautiously.

He remembered that since the old prince left, the Princess has never stepped out of the room.Even the lights in the entire room were turned off.

This is very unusual.

Qingyan shook her head.

She didn't say anything, just looked at the door, oil and salt would not enter.

Inside the door, the girl sat quietly on the bed with her hands on her knees, looking at the dark room.There was a void in those clear eyes.

Wu Jiang?

What a familiar yet unfamiliar name.

She is Jiang'er, not Wu Jiang. If this wish can really come true, how great would it be?

The letter paper was blank, and it seemed that there was nothing, but in fact, what the person wanted to say was on the envelope.

The letter was for Wu Jiang, and that person was telling her through the letter that she should never forget who she is.

He was telling her about his responsibility and his destiny to leave here eventually.

When she feels the happiest and wants to leave everything behind.

This letter succeeded and dragged her from heaven to hell.

Thinking of this, Zhuang Jiang couldn't help clenching his hands tightly, and blood slipped from his palms.But she didn't seem to feel the pain, and she never let go.

She didn't know when she would lose her freedom again.

I don't know how long she can stay in Beicang.

But even so, so what?

Slowly loosening her hands, she pushed open the door and walked out step by step.

Even if the road ahead is bleak, never give up hope.

This is what the confident person said when he ran away with her on his back and stumbled along the way.

She always, always remembers.

Under the moonlight, Mo Linyuan sat in front of the stone table, quietly wiping the long sword in his hand.

Summer night is approaching, and cicadas are singing everywhere.

The fresh air and cool breeze in the mountains make the night so comfortable.

But even so, he always felt restless.

Obviously Yanfeng did not report any more bad news, even the hidden guard outside the door said that the old prince was very happy when he left.

But he was inexplicable and couldn't feel at ease.

Standing up with his sword, he felt that he should go and have a look.

But at this moment, as keen as him, he suddenly felt something.

"Who?"

The phoenix eyes sharply fell to the wall, there was someone there.

Silver bell-like laughter came, with the unique softness of a daughter's family.

The next moment, a petite figure like a porcelain doll was already sitting on the wall.

The light blue skirt moved with the wind, blending with her wavy hair, making her look beautiful and beautiful.

"Your Highness Nine, it is really wrong for Yilin to visit late at night. But if you have time, Yilin hopes that I can talk to you."

The girl chuckled, and Yingyue stood beside her, keeping her expression on her face.

"What if I say I don't have time?"

Mo Linyuan glanced at Xia Yilin, but was still about to get up and head for the backyard.

And Xia Yilin seemed to have expected his move a long time ago, she didn't have Xia Ruoya's jealousy, nor did Yunyin's anger, what she had was just an innocent and soft smile.

"What if what Yilin wants to say is related to Prince Gong's Mansion. What if it happens to be beneficial to the royal family?"

(End of this chapter)