There was nothing to say along the way, only when the prince Ji Yan saw that the knot in the cloak of the flower girl had dispersed, and reached out to tie it carefully for her.

He was very close to her and exhaled on her face. He looked focused and his handsome eyes slightly condensed: "Don't eat too fast in the future, nor do you eat too much, otherwise there will be big problems..."

He couldn't say anything anymore, and his hands were stuck in the tied knot, but he didn't let it go for a long time. There was also an endless tenderness of nostalgia in his eyes.

Miss Huahua thought that maybe it was her identity, or maybe it was because she had cut off her retreat from the prince before. And he was the prince, so he could not marry such a woman as her concubine.

After all, how can a woman born like her benevolent to the world in the future?

The Huahua girl's nose was sour, she said "um" lightly, lowered her head and got off the carriage. She bowed respectfully: "Give me a visit to the Crown Prince!"

She bit her lip tightly, not letting herself say extra words, for fear of contradicting him as soon as she spoke. She understood his situation quite well and had never coveted the position of the Crown Princess. But what was his arrangement tonight?

In the night, snow filled the sky. She lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, and her posture was humble.

The prince suppressed the idea of ​​helping her get up, and felt a mouthful of sweetness pouring into his throat. He covered his mouth with a handkerchief and ordered in a low voice: "Go back to the palace!"

The curtain suddenly hangs down, and the carriage gradually moves away.

When the flower girl raised her head, she could no longer see the carriage and suddenly felt lost.

She couldn't figure out why at some point, a kind of love that lasted forever came out for no reason. That obviously shouldn't be her feeling, even if she didn't deny that every time the prince appeared like a god, it was the girl's yearning for love.

But it should never be such a thrilling throbbing. It seems that it is to live and die for him, and do everything for him, and be willing to do everything for him.

No, never!

In this world, no one can survive, and they must try to live better. At least she is Jiang Yuying.

She slowly approached the door, which was hidden in a void, and Yin Yan had been waiting in the door for a long time.

He saw her in a daze, and a lonely look on her pale little face. He wanted to ask her "Are you hungry?", but when the words came to her mouth, they turned into "back".

"Yeah!" The flower girl responded softly, not at all happy.

But she still said habitually: "Yin Yan, I'm hungry."

Yin Yan closed the door and chased her. He didn't know what to do, but he heard her say, "Forget it, I just ate it."

She remembered His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's instructions not to eat at night, not to eat too much, not to eat too much, not to eat too much... She said sadly: "Yin Yan, when you eat in the future, you should take care of me, okay?"

"..." Yin Yan was stunned and heard a hint of sadness in her words.

"I can't control me for the rest of my life, alas... Yin Yan, you have to control my meals, otherwise I will get rid of my body..." She was talking to Yin Yan, but in fact it was more like a murmuring to herself.

"Okay, Huahua, it's okay for the rest of his life..." He followed her words, and a trace of sweetness surged in his heart.

The flower girl did not notice what he said. Seeing that Nicole was waiting in the yard, she ordered the wooden barrel to prepare for a bath.

That night, it was extremely quiet. The white dove did not send a letter, and snow was floating in the sky.

The mist filled the whole room so hard that it was impossible to see clearly. The flower girl was in the wooden barrel, closing her eyes, as if she saw red plum petals flying all over the sky.
Chapter completed!