The evil prince, the best concubine

Chapter 213 The March Date 2
The brows were raised involuntarily, revealing a touch of melancholy.

This person is Jun Yuxuan, the Eighth Prince of Chu Yun Kingdom.

Seeing this person, the two bowed their heads and saluted: "Eighth Prince."

Jun Yuxuan waved his hand, indicating that there is no need to be polite.

Then she looked at Jian Luo with surprise and joy in her eyes.

What was surprising was that Jian Luo actually came out from Yaozu.

The joy is that the person Seventh Brother misses so much is back.

Jian Luo didn't speak, didn't ask.

It wasn't that she was holding her breath, it was that she knew that Jun Yuxuan would definitely tell her the ins and outs of the matter.

"He's waiting for you." Jun Yuxuan smiled.

Jian Luo's eyes were moist, Mo Ran...

He clenched his fists, tried hard not to cry, and tried hard to calm himself down.

However, she couldn't suppress her emotions.

The person who was poisoned, the person who is still unconscious on the bed is her favorite person.

How could she stay calm.

Tears fell down, rushed out of the eyes, across the cheeks, dripping dust.

"I'm going to see him."

Wiping the tears off his face, Jian Luo couldn't wait to go to the palace.

He hurried over and came to the front of Shuoran Hall.

I haven't seen you for half a month, and here is the same as before.

The layout format is all her favorite.

The door of Shuo Ran Palace was wide open, and the servants in the room had already been sent out by Jun Yuxuan, who followed behind.

Jian Luo stood, quietly, without moving.

She wanted to run to Jun Moran one step at a time, but it was as if a heavy stone was tied to her feet.

She can't move.

She was afraid, and at this moment, she was so fearless that she actually felt afraid.

Standing where she was, she could hardly feel the breathing of the people in the room, and she could hardly feel his breath.

Desolation and desolation spread across this side.

Pain, suffering, completely surrounded her, impenetrable.

"go in."

Jun Yuxuan's deep and hoarse voice reached Jian Luo's ears.

Looking at the Shuoran Hall, a strangeness flashed across his eyes, Seventh Brother
Jian Luo acted as if she had never heard of it, she couldn't move, she couldn't suppress the panic in her heart, she really couldn't suppress it.

"Escape is not the solution."

At some point, Yuehenqin walked up to Jian Luo and spoke out.

Jian Luo looked sideways at Yuehenqin, with a jade-like face and an ice-like expression.

She said lightly: "But."

"Believe in yourself, and trust him."

Words as clear as warm wind lingered in Jian Luo's ears.

Believe in yourself and in him?

Turning his gaze to Shuo Ran Temple, Jian Luo clenched his fists, with an expression of absolute pain.

(End of this chapter)