My princess always wants me to usurp the throne

Chapter 277 I Have Been a Habit
Entering Huaiyou Town at night, it seems like a quiet mountain village without too many noises.

The sound of frogs came from the farmland not far away, like hypnotic notes.

Sleeping until midnight, Shen Qianxia was awakened by a dream, she raised her hand to wipe the fine beads of sweat from her forehead, her heart was still beating violently.

The feeling of suffocation from falling into the water has not stopped.

It seems that the state of powerlessness and despair was only experienced when Bai Ling bestowed death on her in her previous life.

She calmed down her heartbeat, and her eyes gradually became clear.

I am very good at water, so frightened by such a dream, it is really a bit pale.

She looked at the window, the moonlight penetrated into a piece of silver, and the sound of insects could be heard faintly under the window.

Not feeling sleepy, she got up, put on her clothes, opened the door and walked out of the room.

The breeze is oncoming, with a faint fragrance of flowers, and there is no coolness.

The night was quiet and the whole world was asleep.

Shen Qianxia stepped on the moonlight, slowly strolling along the side of the stream, the movement of the trickling water was subtle.

The willows swaying gently in the wind, and the moonlight shining down on the scenery has a special flavor.

Walking along the creek, a meandering river will come into view.

It runs through the entire Yunyang and irrigates tens of thousands of mu of rice fields.

Shen Qianxia suddenly paused, and vaguely heard the sound of a flute in the night sky.

The song is a bit sad, it seems that the voice is deliberately lowered, or the mood is extraordinarily heavy?
She squeezed her heart slightly, and subconsciously searched for the source of the sound.

The trees on both sides of the river are lush, and occasionally there is the sound of waterfowl flapping, startling a piece of sparkling light.

The sound of the flute became more and more clear, and Shen Qianxia gradually raised her eyebrows. For some reason, the sad tune seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow.

After going through a few bends, the doubts in her heart were resolved, and she had already guessed who the pipe player was.

When he got closer, the trees became thinner, and he could see a man in white robe, tall and tall, with fluttering clothes, facing the water.

The melodious and sad flute sound gradually converges and finally stops.

Shen Qianxia stopped, and Situ Che turned to look at her.

Looking at each other from a distance, she could feel the melancholy between his brows and the lingering coldness all over his body.

The profound elegance that was given to her at the beginning was completely covered up at this moment.

Standing not far behind him, Yun Chu took the lead in greeting her, "Miss Shen."

Shen Qianxia smiled and nodded, "Master Yun is good!"

He smiled shyly, and seeing that his master didn't have any instructions, he silently retreated a little further away.

After a while, Situ Che said calmly, "Miss Shen seems to like night tours?"

With a very light teasing voice, it slowly unfolded by the river.

Shen Qianxia was dumbfounded.

Originally, he didn't know how to break the sad atmosphere, but he teased her first.

Only now did she dare to move closer. The indifference and coldness on his body was completely different from Rong Zhan's.

Rong Zhan has been fighting in the battlefield for many years, and he is in a high position. He lives in various schemes of the royal family, so he has to be violent and ruthless.

Situ Che, on the other hand, was indifferent and cold in his bones, as if something was covered in dust, and outsiders were not allowed to get close...

She stood three feet away from him, and smiled at him, "You seem to be similar."

Situ Che put away the jade flute in his hand, and his tone was not disturbed at all, "I have become a habit, and you are just curious."

Shen Qianxia froze for a moment, curiosity was indeed in the majority, in fact she had no interest in other people's affairs.

He was an exception. Although he seemed indifferent to strangers, he was somehow not considered scary.

(End of this chapter)