Qing Yan knocked on his forehead. Is this swollen?
He smiled foolishly and shrugged his shoulders with some self-deprecatingness. Qing Yan walked out of the hall.
Xia Zhi followed her tightly.
As soon as he walked out of the door, Xia Zhi said softly: "Princess, you don't seem very happy. Is there anything wrong?"
Liu Qingyan glanced at her, "Have you seen me singing so happily just now? What's wrong with me?"
"Princess, don't lie to me, I, hehe, I just found out that you look at Prince Xi Ming's eyes different!"
Liu Qingyan suddenly stopped, "What's wrong with my eyes? After all, I'm a distinguished guest, so I can't stare at them white, right?"
Although she spoke righteously, she couldn't help feeling a little guilty in her heart. Looking at Xia Zhi who was still laughing, Qing Yan waved her hand irritably, "You go back first, I'll go around alone."
"Does the princess still recognize the way back?"
"Nonsense, who do you think of me?..." After glaring at Xia Zhi, Liu Qingyan felt a little relieved.
Looking at the maid's distant background, an inexplicable sorrow hit my heart, but inadvertently sighed.
Liu Qingyan deliberately hid his emotions and did not want to express his loss in front of the maid, but when he was alone, all kinds of grief were vented.
Looking into the distance, she was filled with spring scenery, and all kinds of flowers bloomed among the green wood, making her look more energetic. She was full of curiosity about the palace, and under this state of mind, she also wanted to walk alone and be quiet
Yijing! After all, there have been too many things that have happened in the past two days, which makes her feel depressed.
I pinched a purple-red mandala flower with my hands, leaned close to my nose and sniffed it gently, and felt the fragrance was refreshing and refreshing. However, there was a hint of pain in my heart that was always lingering.
People say that mandala flowers are aphrodisiacs, and Qing Yan seems to have some small insights in his vague sense.
Just a few days after coming to another world, I saw so many beautiful and charming handsome men. Some people brought her a big and small spiritual impact. Unfortunately, those people are not their own men.
Smiling with a self-deprecating smile, Liu Qingyan shrugged, "In this deep palace where we are struggling and terrifying, why do we think so much? I'm still safe to be my third princess, no matter what Shangguan Guhong
, Prince Xi Ming, in the future, I will definitely find a perfect man to marry.”
Thoughts flew, and his steps were trivial. Liu Qingyan became more and more deviant in the imperial garden. Until there were no buildings around him, and there were towering trees covering the sun.
Looking around, Qing Yan couldn't help but shivered, "Wow, where is this? It seems that I'm lost. Where is this place? Why don't I remember the way I came!"
Standing in confusion at the fork road, she could no longer tell the difference between the southeast, southwest and north.
Just as I was regretting, I suddenly heard a vague sound of a dead branch breaking. I was about to ask, but I heard a familiar voice.
"Forget it, Zherong, I will definitely not be able to find it for a while, so let's go back first."
This is actually the voice of Prince Xi Ming.
How could he be here? Why didn’t he leave the palace?
Another voice sounded: "I am incompetent, I am ashamed of being able to fulfill the last wish of the Emperor!"