Prince: Your Princess is Exposed

The harem.

It was solemn.

There's not even a loud speaker.

The whole palace seems to be haunted by a strange atmosphere.

When young Ci was in it, she felt a sense of deja vu. It seemed that she had dreamt of it. After her death, the palace in Xiliang was the same.

Closer to home is more timid.

The answer is clear.

But the steps of young people's speech stopped abruptly and did not dare to move forward.

"Qingci..." Jun Ling is worried about her mood and subconsciously wants to support her.

However, he was swept by the young man's words. With a slap, the back of his hand was directly fanned on the side of Jun Ling's face.

At that time, it was red.

Young words from the bottom of his eyes out of disgust and hate, deeply hurt Jun Ling.

Subconsciously, I stepped back two steps. The young people who didn't dare to rely on were too close.

However, she was staring at her for a moment, "dye long song is in it, but Si Heng is also in it. If you want to go in, it will be cold later..."

Young words do not want to listen to Jun Ling's words to finish.

Walk straight in with a cold face.

She knows what Junling wants to say, but just don't let her stimulate Si Heng.

Worried that the driver would lose control.

But did they not make the situation themselves?

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splendid palace.

A solemn and lonely atmosphere.

In the whole hall, there is not a trace of white flags, as if no one has ever died.

Only in the corner, scattered all over the picture album.

Or far or near.

The gown stands upright.

Occasionally two people appear.

It can be seen from a distance that all the people in this painting are Si Heng.

It's a picture of a long song.

Young words of nail dead buckle into the palm, reluctantly let themselves calm down.

Step by step, slowly walk to the corner.

Once that high spirited, although in the body is not good, still give a person a kind of gentle and moist like jade comfortable man.

At the moment, there is only one piece of drawing paper in my hand.

Looking at these paintings, I don't speak or move.

There was no reaction.

In the past, no matter when and where the smile will be hanging on the face, now disappeared clean.

Even now, even if the facts are in front of us.

Young words are still unacceptable.

At the moment of making a sound, the voice became mute directly, "she, really..."

A few simple words can't be finished in any case.

I can't say that word.

No one, no body, she always had the last glimmer of hope.

Maybe she's still alive, but she doesn't want to keep such a cool palace

Unexpectedly, the driver sitting on the ground.

There was a slight reaction.

He reached out and slowly touched the painting in front of him.

But the place where the fingertips touch is the grass beside the statue.

There seems to be someone he wants to see.

"She's not dead." Si Heng stares at the painting in front of him. He doesn't know what he is thinking. He seems to be telling the two people in front of him, and he seems to be just talking to himself.

"If you can come back, so can she..."

He knew he was wrong. He knew he was wrong.

As long as she comes back, even if she wants to leave the palace forever, he can promise

Clearly, just a little bit.

You can touch

Young words suppressed in the bottom of my heart that anger, after all, is at this moment, Si Heng to thoroughly ignite.

With strong satire, he stimulated Si Heng, and stabbed Jun Ling in the heart. "Do you all think that after the injury is caused, as long as you pretend to be pathetic, make two bitter schemes, admit your mistakes and apologize, the past ones can all pass?"