Xi Jian Liying coughed uncomfortably and said calmly: "Okay, it's none of your business, you go back!"
"Huh?" Three black lines suddenly fell from the attendant's forehead.
Why does His Highness the Prince speak so incoherently and turn things upside down?
Just now I told myself to stay safe here, and now I tell myself to leave.
Xijian Liying also discovered the language problem in her sentence, and coughed slightly in embarrassment.
He frowned indifferently, turned around and walked back into the yard.
Seeing His Royal Highness the Crown Prince leave and come back, the attendant's mouth twitched and he tried his best to hold back his laughter.
When Xi Jian Liying walked into the courtyard, Jun Wuhen was surrounded by a halo of light and had already jumped to the roof of Yanran's house.
Seeing Xijian Liying walking out of Yanran's room in the middle of the night, reluctant to leave, and walking in again, Jun Wuhen felt extremely uneasy.
He suddenly wanted to know what they were doing inside.
So, he quietly lifted up a tile on the roof.
At this time, he felt that his whole body was immersed in waves of cold wind.
Looking back, I saw that my whole body was trapped by a ball of cold air.
It turns out that Xijian Liying has already set up the phantom technique here.
His martial arts are very strange. If he is exposed to the magic of phantom, he will be easily exposed.
However, he is not afraid.
If it really attracted a large number of guards from the Prince's Mansion, he would have no problem escaping.
This time, he will not give up until he sees Yanran.
Inside the house, the glazed lamp illuminated the entire room.
Yanran sat on the bed, hugging her legs and burying her face between her legs.
The long hair is spread down.
Even though she was extremely sleepy, she didn't feel sleepy at all.
When she heard the door being pushed open, she slowly raised her head.
Looking at the glass shadow in the stream that was leaving and returning, a strange look flashed in his eyes.