Chapter 22: The haunted house sister is not afraid!
She looked back at Xijian Liying, with a pitiful look in her eyes.
She was also scared of that place and didn't want to go in.
"Follow the Crown Princess!" He said solemnly: "Stay by her side and take care of her every step of the way!"
It's said to be taking care of, but it's actually surveillance.
After hearing his order, Qiu Shui sighed. Although the haunted house is scary, there may be monsters that devour people inside.
But when the prince got angry, his thunderous power and thunderbolt methods were frightening.
After weighing the two aspects, it seems that there is no way out, so I have to bite the bullet and go for it.
Looking at Qiu Shui with a sad face, he walked in front of him sadly.
Yanran looked around with her eyes as if nothing had happened.
He narrowed his obsidian eyes slightly and looked at the graceful back of the woman, her long black satin-like hair swaying in the wind.
He clasped his hands on his chest and thought, Feng Qianxiao, whether you are pretending or really losing your memory, this palace will let you get your memory back!
He smiled coldly, his eyes were actually cold.
The Prince's Mansion, also known as Jingyang Palace, is a very beautiful place.
The majestic palace, with its yellow tiles and red walls, is quite impressive.
In the garden, there are jagged rocks, pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, and countless colorful flowers, showing their beauty in various forms under the sun.
Beautiful butterflies flapped their wings and played among the flowers.
A faint fragrance floats in the breeze.
It is undeniable that this Prince's Mansion is large and beautiful.
While Yanran was admiring the beautiful scenery, she inadvertently frowned.
This is a dream, you should wake up long ago?
But how did she discover that all these weird things seemed more and more real?
My Rufeng has disappeared, and it is easy for Rufeng to appear, but he only has the same name.
She also strangely turned into a princess with a husband who disliked her.
My head is like a ball of mud, muddy, and I haven't sorted it out yet.