Xiao Kuangbao is the daughter of the emperor's uncle Wen Yuan. She looks innocent and stands on the street and crys loudly, looking timid.

She helped Xiao Huaixuan wipe her tears, grabbed Huaixuan's hand, and comforted Xiao Huaixuan.

After buying the pastry, the fourth brother came back and saw them gathered together and recognized Huaixuan. Then the fourth brother held her hand and sent Huaixuan back to the Wenyuan Mansion.

Huai Xuan was lost, and the palace was very anxious. King Wenyuan at that time was more decadent than he is now. He had a beard and lifeless eyes, and he lived without any human appearance.

And I am serious and always have a sea of ​​corpses and blood in my eyes, as if there is a sad past that I never forget.

They received entertainment from King Wenyuan, and when they came out of King Wenyuan's mansion, it was already afternoon.

"Fourth brother, the emperor uncle is so strange."

Zhou Yun held her hand and sighed softly.

It was a sad person, trapped by love and only loved one woman in his life. The princess was originally a civilian woman, but she died too early.

After the princess passed away, King Wenyuan did not marry another wife and concubine.

"Young Master?"

Just then, she heard the fourth brother say in surprise.

She looked up and saw a teahouse not far ahead.

The boy was like the first time he met, wearing a long gauntlet with blue eyes, and his eyes were like stars, full of the quiet and gentleness of the years.

The fairy figure is jade-like, quiet and elegant.

Young Master Qian sat by the bed in the teahouse. He turned his head slightly when he heard this, his eyes were like a pool of spring water, and like a tree of spring peaches in full bloom.

"Fourth Prince."

His gaze swept through her, and he smiled slightly, and finally frozen on the fourth brother.

She blinked. Even though it had been several years since her first meeting, she was not a real child and she was not that forgetful.

She still remembers him.

The young man who was too stunning, whether it was his unparalleled face or his extraordinary temperament like an exiled immortal, was hard to forget.

After that, the fourth brother was kind and talked to the young master with a graceful look.

They sat in one place, and she was happily eating with a piece of sugar cake. Suddenly, she noticed that a purse was hanging on her waist. The style and color of the purse reminded her of the black cat who came to see her every night regardless of wind and rain.

Young Master Feng's eyes glanced at her from time to time, and there was always a smile on his lips.

"here."

He leaned over, his fingertips seemed to have a jade color, and wiped off the pastry pond that was stained by her mouth.

Her face turned red.

"Oh……"

Young Master Qing seemed to be in a good mood, smiling leisurely and comfortable, and looked like a big cat who had enough food and drink, very satisfied.

The fourth brother held the handkerchief in his hand, his eyebrows pounded, and glanced at Mr. Feng quietly, and thanked her for: "Young Master Feng is in trouble."

Young Master Qian smiled but said nothing.

After that, the fourth brother gave her away and chatted with Mr. Yan alone. The guard led her to buy a few snacks outside the teahouse.

When she returned to the teahouse, she heard a few keywords vaguely.

"Concubine Rong...No, her descendants... are worth noting."

Seeing that the fourth brother and the others had not finished the talk, she walked out of the teahouse with the pastry in a very sensible manner. She was waiting outside the teahouse.

An old man wearing a black cloak and unable to see his appearance was passed by her with a cane.

The old man had already walked away, but suddenly stopped and said in horror: "The purple air comes from the east, and the dragon's life is the body of a phoenix?"

She was shocked.

She retained the memory of her previous life and had dealt with countless dead bodies. But the old man looked too crazy.
Chapter completed!