The silly concubine said: close the door and let the prince go

Chapter 369
The clouds are rolling and the clouds are relaxing. As the bright sun in the sky slowly sets, the white clouds in the sky are gradually stained with orange red.

The afterglow of the setting sun elongated the busy pink shadow on the desolate land in the west.

Shen Qiaoyan looked at the results of her hard work all day, raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, and let out a long breath.

Finally finished more than half.

But she was exhausted to death.

Shen Qiaoyan thumped his back, looked up at the sky that seemed to be on fire, and smiled lightly.

Then, she stuck the plow in her hand into the soil, turned around and walked to her small firewood hut.

Passing through the dense peach cherry forest, on the road with colorful fallen flowers, there is a breeze.

A faint smile appeared on Shen Qiaoyan's face inadvertently, her long black hair was simply coiled up, and her eyes as clear as water were quietly admiring the peach cherry beside her.

Slowly, the afterglow of the setting sun gradually dissipated, and a touch of dark blue spread across half of the sky like water.

In the peach cherry forest, powder petals are scattered by the wind.

Seeing no one around, Shen Qiaoyan couldn't help slowing down her pace.

Under a cherry tree full of pink petals and branches, the light is not in the shadows, a beautiful face, with melancholy eyes, staring closely at the pink coat not far away.

"The main palace."

A painful voice cut through the air lightly.

Looking at Shen Qiaoyan's thin figure, Qiao Jin couldn't help frowning slightly.

Ever since he learned that Shen Qiaoyan had entered the palace, he had sneaked into the palace more than once, quietly hiding in the dark and looking at her like this.

Now that he looked at Shen Qiaoyan's thinning body, in his heart, he was really worried that she would not live happily in this cage-like palace.

And those court ladies who were jealous of her and bullied her, he could only stand in the corner and watch silently, unable to do anything.

Thinking of this, Qiao Jin couldn't help clenching her fists.

If it wasn't for him to get her back then, now he wouldn't have to watch her being forcibly embraced by another man.

And he can't do anything!
Qiao Jin looked at Shen Qiaoyan's figure walking away, his fingertips were tightly pressed into his palm, and his eyes were full of tingling pain.

A crescent moon hangs on the dark curtain, and a few silver stars are scattered around. The bright moonlight gently pours down on the peach cherry forest, and the pink petals are immediately covered with a layer of silver gray from the moonlight.

Shen Qiaoyan walked slowly in the peach cherry forest for a long time, her gaze gradually became cold and piercing, and her smile gradually faded away.

A few petals gently fell on her shoulders, and her footsteps suddenly stopped.

She looked back sideways, and said in a very cold tone: "Come out."

As the words fell, Shen Qiaoyan's voice swayed repeatedly in the air, but in the quiet peach cherry forest, the petals were still falling with the wind, and no one answered.

But Shen Qiaoyan didn't give up just yet, she stared at something behind her coldly, and said coldly again: "I know you are there, and I also know that you have been with me for a long time."

"Come out." Shen Qiaoyan called again.

The silvery moonlight poured out quietly, Shen Qiaoyan's fair face seemed to be coated with a thin layer of silver gray, delicate facial features, thick long eyelashes, every part highlighted her coldness.

After a while, as the pink petals on her shoulders were blown off by the breeze, a familiar white dress gradually appeared in her sight.

The white dress standing under the shadow of the tree was as bright as a white lotus, but one didn't know whether it was because he was far away, or the man was standing in the shadows, Shen Qiaoyan couldn't see the man's face clearly, only the man was dressed in white.

Even so, Shen Qiaoyan recognized the familiar person at a glance.

"The main palace." The man raised his beautiful pupils, walked out of the shadow of the tree slowly, and the silver moonlight poured on him, like a dynamic scroll of beauties under the moon.

The poor beauty's face was full of pain, and her pupils were faint.

I am so sorry to see you.

(End of this chapter)