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

Chapter 373: Under the Bright Moon ([-])

Shen Qiaoyan's heart couldn't help constricting when he heard the seemingly invisible footsteps in his ears.

The sound of footsteps seemed to be absent, and they were extremely steady and light, as if they were intentionally controlled or unintentional.

She began to speculate in her mind about the footsteps that were gradually approaching her.

First of all, if this person does not have deep internal strength, it is impossible for the footsteps to be so light when walking. Secondly, this person's internal energy is either equal to hers, or stronger than hers.

In the end, this person is definitely not an ordinary kind person, but she can be sure that she cannot afford to provoke him.

After analyzing this, Shen Qiaoyan's hand that was fumbling for the dagger under the bed suddenly retracted it.

She turned sideways, found a comfortable position, and covered herself with the quilt.

Since she can't afford to provoke her, it's safer for her to pretend to be asleep.

Thinking this way, she only heard the footsteps stopping in front of the door of her broken house. She didn't know if it was hesitating or something else.

Shen Qiaoyan still had a little bit of luck in her heart, thinking that the master must have lost his way, and the person the master is looking for must not be her.

But not long after, her door was opened.

Her heart suddenly fell to the bottom like a painful stone.

The gentle moonlight poured into her dark wood house like a waterfall, and the bright light made her eyelids very uncomfortable, but she didn't dare to move, so she had to close her eyes and hold on.

Then, a dark shadow walked in under the bright moonlight, the eye-catching silver hair was as cunning as the moonlight, the handsome face revealed a faint coldness, and a pair of deep pupils stared at the person on the bed. How many sorrows passed through his heart.

He looked at Shen Qiaoyan's sharp face and bony body.

He couldn't help but tighten his eyebrows.

He's not here, and she didn't have a good meal?

Thinking of this, Ziyin felt a little distressed, he went to sit beside Shen Qiaoyan, and shook Shen Qiaoyan's little hand exposed outside the quilt with his cold hand.

So cold!

Shen Qiaoyan closed her eyes tightly, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

This man was so cold, he sat beside her dryly, and she felt shivering all over under the quilt, let alone holding her hand.

Who is this person?
How did it look like he knew her very well.

Shen Qiaoyan thought to herself.

Seeing that Shen Qiaoyan frowned, Ziyin was afraid that his movements would disturb her sleep, so he let go of Shen Qiaoyan's hand, and carefully put her hand into the quilt.

Seeing Shen Qiaoyan's frowning gradually loosen, Ziyin showed a slight smile on his face.

The moonlight gently shines on Shen Qiaoyan's fat-like face. Her delicate facial features are beautiful even with her eyes closed. You can imagine how beautiful she is when she smiles.

Ziyin's thin lips curled slightly, and a trace of beauty flashed across his pupils, but he was soon taken away by the coldness.

Could he still see her smile like that?

Ziyin asked in his heart.

He looked at Shen Qiaoyan's peaceful sleeping face, with a bitter look on his face.

How did he know?
As for Shen Qiaoyan, who was lying on the bed, pretending to be asleep with her eyes closed, she was almost dying of anxiety.

She wondered why the person next to her didn't leave, did she really want to sit here until dawn?
A layer of golden light suddenly flashed in her mind, and she suddenly recalled what the old bustard whispered in her ear that day.

He said that the strange embryo often couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and then he was very used to seeing her, no.
The person sitting next to her at the moment is that weird embryo, right? !

ha ha ha . she is dying
Shen Qiaoyan now has a million desires to die.

It's no wonder that she can't detect it when she is asleep on weekdays. Of course, she won't wake up to such a slight footstep.

So one day during the day, the petals she saw falling in the house, and the handsome wood she carved mysteriously disappeared, it was the ghost of this strange embryo!

No wonder the wood she carved later disappeared one by one, probably burned by the strange embryo!
(End of this chapter)