Prince: Your Princess is Exposed

Young people should give a massage to Si Junling.

Si Junling but in the young speech to his side, handed over an invitation, "shangshufu sent the post."

Shangshufu?

Young CI took the post and took a look at it. "Is Mrs. Jiang's birthday? Let's go over to dinner? "

"Mrs. Jiang?" Si Junling asked a little.

Such a strange name.

In shangshufu, she was called by aunts one by one.

This habit of habitual small problems was seen by Si Junling, but the young resignations did not matter. He just threw the post on the table and asked, "does the Lord want to go to the banquet?"

"You are the house of the three princes, and you can represent them." Si Junling lightly threw over a word.

Let's get to the bottom of the story.

Since the last time, the relationship between young Ci and the Jiang family has already been revealed in front of him.

Not surprisingly.

"Yes, I know." Young CI Zhuan picked up the post and put it into his sleeve. "Don't worry, I'll pass by."

"Remember who you are."

"Young words nodded," I will not give three Wangfu dark, the Lord does not need to worry like this. "

She is now the third princess, representing the identity of his three princes' mansion. Naturally, she will not disgrace the three princes' mansion.

She still understood this truth.

"Well." Si Junling should be a, but hand over a stove, pushed to the youth in front of the speech.

Young speech a Leng, tilted his head to see eye division Junling.

"Your hands are too cold." Si Junling Leng for a long time, just reluctantly explained a sentence.

But when I speak, I don't look at the young words.

Only then did young people respond.

Si Junling this is because her hands are cold, and she is equipped with a hand heater?

It was cold that day, but it was just nonsense, but it was this move.

The young man took the stove in his hand.

The temperature from the palm seemed to reach her heart directly.

It feels like

Once in winter, she was always afraid of the cold, her mother knew that she was afraid of cold, but also worried about burning her. She made a lot of warm stove covers for her in a winter day.

All kinds of patterns, all kinds of colors.

She once asked her mother to make a cartoon cat for her

It's just that all those things were put in the house, and with the fire, they were all burned to ashes

Young words only feel those memories, in her heart over and over again, as if to dig out her once beautiful, and then put in front of her, is the bloody reality

For a moment, the young man didn't hold back, and his eyes seemed to have condensed some tears in an instant.

All of them fell down.

On the other side, Si Junling was stunned by the sudden cry of his youth

Well, how could

"Young words?" Si Junling called her.

Young words a Leng, instant back to God, raised his hand directly wiped his eyes.

Holding the heater in his hand, he said bluntly, "I'm sorry, Lord. I just had the feeling of seeing my mother, so I didn't hold back for a while."

Si Junling

He looks, looks like a lady?

Looking at Si Junling's dark face, he suddenly realized that he had said something wrong, "no, Lord, don't get me wrong. I don't mean you look like my mother, but my mother used to make this heater for me before, so I can't help it..."

Can't help thinking of him as his wife?