Peach Blossoms: Snake's Eyebrows

Chapter 459 Extra Story: Whose Redemption of Luo Luo 7
That chubby little hand, with a kind of heat, caressed my face.

Later, I learned her name—Mei Qianqian.Later, every time I think of the scene of that day, I feel a warm day.

Like a redemption, I began to know that the world is not completely indifferent.

I don't know how such a young child returned to the palace. She was begging, wandering and dirty to the gate of the palace. Her voice was still in my mind, and her voice was warm on her childish face: " Little brother, you have to go home, or your father will be sad."

He won't be sad, but I still have things to do.

I don't know where the courage came from. He told the guards that he was the third prince, but he was tied up and met the Hussar Marshal by chance. At that time, he was still a majestic man, not as gray-haired as he is now.

He took me into the palace, and I only told the story once, saying that I was lucky enough to be rescued by the hunter, was frightened by the snake, broke out in sweat, and became conscious.

When he was so young, he learned to act, threw himself into his arms childishly, called Father Huang affectionately and joyfully, and asked, "Father Emperor, are you happy?"

He had some doubts, but I quickly dispelled them. I was so innocent and thoughtless, as if I didn't think of those things in the past at all.

Maybe it was to make up for me, I soon had a new concubine mother, and Concubine Qing had nothing to do, so she was naturally grateful for sending a clever child there, and it was very kind to me.

From then on, he learned to flatter and be indifferent, and buried himself in the pile of books. Only if he didn't seize power, he would have no doubts.

Everyone said, what a fairy demeanor the third prince of Xuanguo is, but only I know how pale my heart is under the white clothes.

That touch of pink is the only remaining warmth in my life.She didn't because of any other factors, she just treated me very simply.

So, I'm going to grab.

I still remember that her round almond eyes were full of concern, and her upturned little nose with fluttering eyelashes was very gratifying.

From then on, there were two scenes in my dream, the cold and desperate voice of the mother concubine, and the fire in the Fujilan Hall, which were replaced by this pink.

(End of this chapter)