The little wife of the peasant prince

442 Chapter 450

"Ayou, don't worry, let's take a look."

A Xu had a vague guess in his heart, if the person on stage was Liu Yihuan, then he seemed to have guessed what they were going to do.

Wangyou gradually calmed down, and also wanted to understand this point, she sat down slowly, her heart fluttering.

Could it be that Yi Huan already knew about her own background and came here specially to find relatives?
On the stage, Ji Qingzhao took out the piccolo from his waist, and gently held the flute to his lips, just a few short notes.

Sect Master Qin's eyes widened and he stared at the people on the stage.

The memory is far away, she would always play this cheerful tune to him when he was unhappy.

Who is this man and who sent him?Is she still alive?

"Ruohua..." Sect Master Qin murmured, the voice was very soft, Madam Qin still heard it.

The smile on his face froze, and when he looked at the stage again, his eyes were full of resentment and viciousness.

But at this time, so many people watched and couldn't tolerate her doing anything, if that woman really came back.

No!She won't come back, she's already dead, she fell off a cliff, her body was still found, she watched the buried one with her own eyes, how could she come back?

Yes, it can't be her, so who is playing tricks?
Sect Master Qin had already stood up and subconsciously walked forward.

Seeing Wangyou in the distance made his heart ache.

Is Yi Huan really the daughter of Sovereign Qin?

really?

Then who killed her back then!

Wangyou's gaze wandered around the field, and finally locked on Mrs. Qin's face with a stiff smile.

It should be her, it should be her...

It was this woman who killed Yi Huan!

Liu Yihuan's heart also lifted.

Because Ji Qingzhao told her that this was her mother's favorite ditty when she was alive, and the person who would be able to hear it was her father.

The person walking towards them was her father.

When the word father was mentioned, Liu Yihuan felt a little apprehensive. If Ji Qingzhao was not by her side, looking at the man in front of her, she would have run away long ago.

When Ji Qingzhao finished playing the flute, Sect Master Qin came back to his senses, calmly wiped away the moisture from the corners of his eyes, and asked in a calm voice.

"Who are you?"

Ji Qingzhao put away the flute unhurriedly: "The person who brought the treasure to Sect Master Qin."

Sect Master Qin frowned slightly, what treasure did this person give him, could it be Ruohua's?

Not allowing Sect Master Qin to think too much, Ji Qingzhao said again: "Does Sect Master Qin still like the song just now?"

Sect Master Qin's heart suddenly felt, is this really the case?

His eyes looked deeply at the person in front of him. The person in front of him was clearly a man, and the person next to him was just a child. Looking at her, he was obviously embarrassed. Could it be that this person came to play tricks on him?
Thinking of this, Sect Master Qin couldn't help turning cold.

"Hehe..." Ji Qingzhao laughed softly, like a gurgling spring flowing slowly.

"I don't know the truth about 11 years ago, but I still want to know the suzerain. Is this birthday gift a treasure?"

After Ji Qingzhao finished speaking, Sect Master Qin's expression brightened, and then deep in his eyes was an indelible sadness and desolation.

All the people present had heard about what happened back then and looked curiously at the stage.

Only the Han family, especially Mrs. Qin, looked as ugly as if they had swallowed a fly.

Mrs. Qin's face was slightly pale, she was trying to convince herself, but her fingers trembled slightly.

"Where did you come from, boy, why are you thinking about our master's happiness here?!"

(End of this chapter)