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

Chapter 448 Watching Him Silently ([-])
The night is low and the moon is bright.

In the dark attic, the cold wind pierced through Shen Qiaoyan's thin blue clothes, and she shook Ziyin's hand, "You must wake up properly, and don't leave me an inch!"

"Who's inside!"

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded outside the door.

Shen Qiaoyan raised her thick long eyelashes, stood up hastily, turned over and hid behind the door.

Immediately afterwards, the door of the attic was opened by several guards. While they walked in to check the gap in the attic, Shen Qiaoyan, who was hiding behind the door, immediately turned around and slipped out like a gust of wind.

A few guards entered the attic, looked left and right and found nothing, so they went out of the attic to continue guarding.

The door of the palace was closed again, and in the dark attic, on the cold bed, the man in the white, blue and silver flowing cloud robe moved slightly with his big cold hand in the darkness.

At night, the evening wind is still blowing the green willow branches and swaying in the wind, reflecting the waves of the full moon.

Shen Qiaoyan leaned against the thick trunk of the willow tree, glanced sideways at the guard in front of the attic door, raised her long eyelashes, turned and walked away.

She looked at the pot-like moon in the dark sky and the few twinkling silver stars, and before she knew it, she had already reached the Prince's Hall, Yuting in the peach cherry forest.

She looked at the peach cherry trees that had grown green leaves in the forest. The peach cherry trees in the evening wind rustled with the wind, accompanied by occasional insects. This belonged to May, and the sound of the night was beautiful and melodious.

Shen Qiaoyan lightly touched Yuting's columns and the desks in Yuting. She knelt down slowly, and her thoughts went back to that long night. When Ziyin and Bai Xiao were exchanging piano skills, the peach cherry blossoms in March Sheng, the powder petals of the forest are scattered with the wind.

The cool wind gently lifted the silver thread of the beautiful man, and as the pink petals drifted by, the man's fair face, the thin lips slightly raised upwards, and in an instant, it seemed that all sentient beings fell in love with those thin lips. up.

There is also the melodious and melodious piano sound, which has been lingering in her mind. Whenever she thinks about it, tears can always come to the corners of her eyes. I don't know if it is the magic of the piano sound, or the moving story that the piano sound tells.

Shen Qiaoyan was thinking about it, with a forced smile on her lips, she caressed the desk in front of her, and looked at the dark blue sky outside the pavilion for a moment, then she sighed softly.

How can all this be remembered?
Shen Qiaoyan pulled the corners of her lips and gave a wry smile.

She has already lost Jun Zechen, she waited for so long, Jun Zechen never appeared again...

She felt ashamed of him, but he would never appear again, he was gone, far away.

Now that she finally fell in love with someone, why did she let him leave her? !

Shen Qiaoyan lowered her eyes, raised her hand to touch her still flat belly, and sighed softly.

"The main palace?" the old bustard looked at Shen Qiaoyan who was stupefied in Yuting, and whispered.

Shen Qiaoyan raised her head, "The bustard..."

"Master Palace, why are you here?" The old bustard stepped forward and sat in the Yuting, sighing, "I've been looking for you all day, Lord Palace, you haven't eaten all day, have you?"

Shen Qiaoyan supported her head with one hand, touched her lower abdomen with the other, looked into the distance with cold eyes, and asked in a cold tone, "Who was the one who followed you just now?"

The old bustard stared blankly.

Unexpectedly, when he came up, Shen Qiaoyan asked him this directly.

Really nothing can be hidden from her.

The old bustard lowered her eyes, twitched the corners of her mouth, and begged, "Lord, you should listen to him carefully, after all, people who were regarded as relatives in the past..."

(End of this chapter)