Prince: Your Princess is Exposed

Three years later, shangshufu ancestral hall.

She knelt down on the futon, took out her handkerchief and carefully wiped her parents' spiritual position.

Wipe, tears will not consciously fall down.

The voice was stuffy, "Dad, mom and Dad, today is your memorial day, and my daughter has come to see you. I also brought you your favorite snacks. "

Young words slightly lowered her head, left hair drooped, covered her whole left face, also covered the terrible scar on her face.

The ancestral hall is silent, it seems that only her voice can be heard.

Young words will be soul wipe clean, carefully put back to the distance.

Forehead gently against the above, it seems to be able to feel the trace of residual temperature belonging to parents.

The heart is cold.

Father, mother.

Daughter unfilial, you sleep underground for three years, the culprit is living more and more wind and water.

She endured humiliation and lived in shangshufu for three years.

Now, the opportunity finally comes

Young CI suddenly opened his eyes, his face was calm, his eyes were clear and bright, and there was a ready hate under his eyes.

Just as she was meditating, the door of the ancestral hall was suddenly pushed open.

A strong aroma came in along the wind and ran into the tip of the young man's nose.

Young words can not bear, a small sneeze.

When I look up again, the expression on my face becomes dull and dull. I look at the comer in a daze.

Jiang Wanrou looked at the young man's appearance and sneered scornfully, "I said why I can't find my sister everywhere. It turns out that I've come to worship my great uncle and aunt."

"Yes." Young words did not deny, cleverly admitted.

Jiang Wanrou snorted coldly and reached out to get a snack from the altar. However, she was "careless" and turned over a whole row of fruit plates and snacks with her sleeve.

"Bang bang Dangdang" made a sound, all fell to the ground.

"Ah Jiang Wanrou pretends to be frightened and jumps suddenly. She bumps the spirit tablet at her elbow, "bang when.".

The two spiritual tablets that had just been wiped clean by young CI fell directly on the ground.

The young man got up from the ground, knelt down on the ground and carefully picked up the spirit tablet.

There was a small crack in the corner.

Jiang Wanrou cried after her, "elder sister, I'm really sorry. My sister is so careless."

"It's OK." But the young words seemed to have no temper. He took out the handkerchief from his arms and gently wiped the stains on the throne.

And put it back carefully.

Jiang Wanrou took a contemptuous look at the young words.

It's rubbish.

Since the beginning of three years ago, this young speech not only destroyed the appearance, but also made the whole person a bit dull and stupefied.

No matter how she bullied her, she didn't react very much.

Jiang Wanrou is another punch in cotton is, make a boring, turned away.

I didn't see the young words behind me. The fingertips on the throne were white

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the young CI stayed in the ancestral hall until the evening.

It was not until the moon rose that she packed her things and was ready to go back.

But just walked to the backyard, a silver light flashed in front of her eyes.

"Stab" a, a sharp blade directly toward her, young words look a Lin, hurriedly side, the blade according to her left arm, heavy cut down.

There was a strong smell of blood.

Young words do not dare to delay, the right fingertip out of the silver needle, according to the direction of the wrist of the man in black.

The man in black was struggling, and the dagger in his hand fell instantly.