princess from the underworld

Chapter 283 text 293
It is said that in the imperial palace of the Kingdom of Jin, Xiao Yifeng sat alone in the green bamboo pavilion, it was still a round of incomplete cold moon, he looked coldly at the note in his hand:
As soon as Hou Men entered Deep Like the Sea, Xiao Lang was a passerby from then on.

This was left by Zi Yan, the graceful handwriting reveals an intoxicating chic gesture, swaying in the air, Xiao Yifeng sighed, passers-by?

A black shadow silently landed beside him, "Master, Miss Ziyan has disappeared, but recently there appeared a young master Danyun similar to her in Li country. It is rumored that young master Danyun does not know martial arts, but belongs But you can’t get close, but you want to investigate again?”

"No need. Those who should come will always come, and those who have to go can't stay."

Mr. Danyun, right? Xiao Yifeng thought for a while, and he could more or less understand something. The time when she appeared was not far from the time when she disappeared. Things are unpredictable.

"Don't go to investigate Mr. Danyun, just know his approximate whereabouts, and don't worry about the rest."

"Yes!"

As soon as Hei Ying left, another woman in her 40s appeared.

Xiao Yifeng remained calm, but heard her say: "Feng'er, you are not suitable for her."

Xiao Yifeng said nothing.

"She doesn't belong to anyone or anything, and your being with her will only make you both uncomfortable."

"I have my own sense of proportion, so the nanny should not interfere too much. The hidden part belongs to me, so please don't interfere any more with the nanny." He spoke in a leisurely manner, but the blatant cutting of power made her feel cold all over.

"Feng'er, you..."

"Nurse is getting old too, so don't go around. Heiying, send nanny back." Xiao Yifeng gave an order, and a shadow appeared in response, making a please gesture to her.

She looked at Xiao Yifeng, as if she wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it, she sighed, and left with a shake of her hand.

It is now the end of spring and the beginning of summer, and the dew on the trees outside has reached the depths every night.

Xiao Yifeng picked up a teacup, and before he could drink it, an incomprehensible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was recalling something, or thought of something interesting.

(End of this chapter)