Prince, Not Tonight

She tiptoed along the corridors and corridors, through the front yards of the three halls, and was about to step into the back yards where the stewards lived. At the junction of the two courtyards, there was an exquisite little garden, not too big, but with the techniques of borrowing the scenery and the illusion of vision, one could see countless layers of fake mountains and layers of scale. Through the hole in the middle, one could see a completely different colorful scene, as if one could reach a completely different world just by passing through those caves.

— Of course, when you do get through, you'll probably only see a small patch of well-kept grass or a small fountain or a cluster of flowers.

The man who built this garden is no doubt clever. The Southern King's Estate did not have the slightest bit of worldly elegance. It exuded an ethereal spirit and an ancient rhythm, such as the bluestone path, the ancient cypress trees and tall and lofty gates.

Yun Fei wanted to see the scenery, so he walked slower and slower.

Then, she suddenly stopped and stared dumbfoundedly at one of the holes.

From one side of the cave, he could see that the other side of the cave was covered with alfalfa.

It was like a piece of alfalfa that was connected to the heavens and the earth.

The goose yellow, the pure white, in the sudden rise of the wind, flutters and dissipates.

He was in the middle of the wind.

His leisurely robe was slightly loose, revealing his thin shoulders and collarbones, as if he had just woken up from a nap. His hair was tied with a ribbon on his right shoulder, and the wind had filled his sleeves.

It seemed that in the blink of an eye, he could also disappear into the wind and the alfalfa grass.

Cloud out of the palms of sweat, that scene so familiar, as if, is left behind in the dream ballad.

She suddenly felt a stabbing pain in her chest. Just a vague shadow was enough to make her unable to breathe.

It was like drowning, suffocating.

He finally turned his head.

A handsome face, carved like the most exquisite craftsman in the world.

His skin was very white. Her lips pursed slightly. Her long hair had a faint golden tint to it.

His eyes that were as cold as ice seemed to look at her for a moment before they casually shifted away from her.

There was no sadness or joy on his face. Instead, there was indifference and indifference that seeped into his bones.

She almost wanted to walk over.

However, in the blink of an eye, alfalfa filled the sky. He melted into the alfalfa flowers, and the fox disappeared without a trace.

Yun Xu stood there blankly for a while, until the wind blew into her collar. Suddenly, she shivered.

The other party was jolted awake, and his entire body felt ice-cold.

Did he really run into a ghost? Could this be the legendary Ghost Nightmare?

But there are no ghosts or gods in this world, Yun Xu clutched at his chest, secretly consoling himself: He must be someone in the house, but he is only a little more beautiful, causing her to covet a beauty and lose her soul.

Tang San said that the person with the most elegant appearance and the most indifferent expression in the Southern King Mansion was the person you were looking for, Nanke.

Could it be that he is Nan Xian?

Was she the target of her mission?

Yun Xu first frowned, then giggled and looked at the alfalfa garden that was already empty. He shook his hands, then wobbled back to the backyard.