The sharp princess: singled out the cold and charming prince

Chapter 681 This dusty memory

She even thought several times that Uncle Ying was just a housekeeper, but she was under the protection of Seventh Brother, but the old man was more arrogant than her every time.

She had never seen a housekeeper so arrogant.

"Hey~~~"

He ate the dark and not-so-autumn thing one bite at a time, perhaps because he got used to the taste, and after eating too much, he didn't find it as unpalatable as the first time.

Looking down at the already protruding belly, the corners of the mouth gently curled up, "Baby, are you tired of eating the things made by Grandpa Ying? You have to forgive mother, mother doesn't like the old man Then read it in my ear for three or four days, so I can only wrong you."

She patted her stomach, but her mischievous eyes were filled with the tenderness of a mother.

Facing his belly, after talking to himself for a long time, the corners of his mouth curled down with a sense of regret.

"Your father...is he doing well now?"

Her eyes looked out of the window with some deepness, and there was a faint memory between her brows.

The choice made half a year ago, right or wrong, is no longer important, at least, what she can be sure of is that he is still doing well, and is still the Eighth Prince who can benefit them in the eyes of the common people.

Just that is enough.

"Yunxuan, I'm sorry..."

Eight Princes' Mansion——

In the past six months, Qianye Yunxuan has used many methods to recall the woman who was with him all his life, but no matter how hard he tried, it was still in vain.

All the people around spoke in unison, as if they had made an appointment, and no one brought up that blank memory in front of him.

It's as if the memory is blank and doesn't exist by itself.

This dusty memory, who is that dusty person in the memory?
He stood quietly with his hands behind his back, squinting his deep eyes, still trying to think of something, even a little reminder, but unfortunately, not even a little bit.

In this courtyard that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him, the other shore flowers had already bloomed, so enchanting and beautiful, just one glance was enough to capture the soul.

And every time, when his sight touched the sea of ​​fiery red flowers in front of him, his heart ached so badly that he couldn't speak.

In front of my eyes, there is a vague shadow, standing in the middle of the flowers on the other side, smiling sadly.

He couldn't imagine her face, but in his vague memory, there was such a girl holding the flowers of the other shore, smiling very sadly.

If you are with me, I will not envy mandarin ducks or immortals. ． ． ． ． ．

The fingertips resting on the Bana flower trembled violently, and the heart tightened half a bit.

Why do I have so many familiar memories, but I can't remember who that person is?
Seven Palaces——

"what!!!"

A sharp cry came from Mu Yifei's room, and all the pots and pans fell to the ground in the Eight Princes Mansion.

Maids, servants, it can be said that everyone in the palace is extremely busy, and bump into each other from time to time.

Although the prince never mentioned the identity of Miss Mu, nor did he know whose flesh and blood the fetus in Miss Mu's womb was, but the servants also understood that the identity of Miss Mu and the identity of the child must not be simple.

None of them dared to neglect Miss Mu, and if they made a mistake, they might get burned.

Qianye Yunzhuo stood outside the house, with imperceptible tension in his usually calm eyes, but his fists were slightly clenched under the white cuffs.

(End of this chapter)