(Third Prince × Qiupin)
This attic in the northeast corner of Wenyuan became the place where Rouwei and Yun Hengmi met
Rouwei is increasingly addicted to the moment of being pushed to the top, which makes her forget everything about Empress Qiu.
She also likes the warmth of the waves fading away, likes to climb on the shoulders of His Highness with both hands, pressing against the warm texture, and feeling the temperature that is much hotter than herself
His Highness the Third Highness is very busy, but he will also accept this moment of warmth. They hug each other nakedly like lovers.
This period is often silent
They are people from two worlds. He is not interested in flowers and plants, and she does not understand the so-called political struggle.
His Highness is as serious and self-supporting as people say. Except for the first time because of the drug that has lost control, every time he has had fun afterwards, he seems to be intentionally restrained and restrained himself from indulging in it. The only entanglement between them is violent breathing and her involuntary moan.
Sometimes Rouwei doesn't understand why such a third prince chose to go on this path with her.
She once thought he liked her body, but he didn't show any obsession, she also thought he was just playing with her, but sometimes he was extremely serious
Rouwei doesn't understand Yun Heng, nor can she figure out his thoughts. They are like two wandering boats, blown to one place by the wind and rain, so they can rely on them temporarily. What kind of destruction will they have to endure in the future and where they will be blown to?
Rouwei is like a begonia blown away by drizzle, her delicate face is just blooming, and once even attracted the attention of Emperor Jingchang, she asked her a few more questions.
Emperor Jingchang hasn't set foot in the harem for a long time. Suddenly, he pays attention to a young and delicate concubine, and anyone will think more about it.
The princes are old and the court is in a balance between three-legged equilibrium. Even if there is an extra favorite concubine and prince, it will not cause any big waves. Therefore, no one is worried except Rouwei.
Sure enough, on the day of the New Year, Qiu Meng was recruited to serve in the bed
Azhu was so happy that she prepared a lot of things
In her opinion, the concubine always needs the emperor's favor.
She has even begun to think about what to prepare for the little prince or princess
If His Majesty found out that she was not perfect, would he be executed on the spot?
Rouwei used the excuse of relaxing, and ran to Wenyuan to find Siqing. Rouwei realized that the Third Prince was confined.
Siqing was very calm and made her feel at ease, but Rouwei asked her why, but she kept silent.
His Highness seems to have something to do, but no one knows her
With nervousness and a hint of fear, Rouwei was placed on a cold and hard bed, and the heavy dragon Salpisodils instantly wrapped her.
The fragrance is very heavy. Maybe it is mixed with the spices next to it. It can't be said to be good or bad, but it really makes people feel depressed and dull, like the dark clouds that were pressed down very low before the heavy rain
The Third Prince does not like to wear incense, only the fabric on his body is filled with a faint agarwood. After the two are intimate, the agarwood will be mixed with the seasonal fragrance of her body, with a hint of musk. This smell will be lightened and scattered by Wenyuan's warm wind. It is charming and intoxicating, and it cannot be compared with any spice.
Your Highness, will you come?
Rouwei quickly denied this idea. Her Highness was in a confinement. She had not seen him for nearly a month. He would never rebel against His Majesty's intentions.
The hall was so quiet that only her breathing sounded. Rouwei opened her eyes tremblingly, and the yellow tent came into her eyes, but there was no figure of Emperor Jing Chang beside her.
Rouwei didn't dare to get up, she only dared to look around with her eyes open. However, after looking for a long time, she finally found that there was only her in the palace, not even a palace servant.
No one told her why His Majesty was not here, nor did anyone tell her what she should do at this time
The news of the salute coming from outside the hall is back
Rouwei couldn't help but hold her breath
A eunuch pinched his voice and said something in a low voice. Rouwei vaguely heard his name, but it must have something to do with him. Then a heavy male voice replied: I know that the voice is not enough, it should be to look more majestic, and I deliberately lowered it a little.
With a whistle, the door of the hall opened, and a slightly heavy step sounded in the hall, but it did not walk in her direction.
The sound of paper rubbing sounded in the hall
Emperor Jingchang approves the memorial
This quarter of an hour was as long as an hour for Rouwei. Every time she put the pen, the sound was clearly heard in her ears. She was afraid that the sound would stop, and she was pricking her ears with all her concentration, and her neck was stiff.
The sound of rapid footsteps came from outside the hall. Emperor Jingchang was rescued by something urgent. He never saw her until the beginning and ended up, as if he had forgotten her here.
Rouwei breathed a sigh of relief for the time being, but her heart was still hanging
The door of the hall was opened again
This time, his steps were heavy and impatient. Rouwei didn't have time to think about it. The curtain was lifted up, and the light was scattered over. The dark light flowed. On the sky-green clothes, the pine and crane patterns of the kesi fell in a delicate way.
Above a wild crane, there is a face full of solemnity and bloodiness. The haze in the eyes carved by the knife is as thick as ink. The eyes swept, which is more suffocating than the dragon Salpisodils in the room.
Rouwei looked at Yun Heng in a flash, unable to speak for a while
Yun Heng did not wait for the 'Your Highness' with a light ending sound. He walked to the couch step by step, not facing the black and white eyes. He only closed his eyes and covered the storm in it, rubbing a small earlobe with his fingertips.
Rouwei was wrapped in a brocade quilt, revealing a corner of the red gauze dress. The pink face was thin red without applying it. The lotus-colored bellyband under the gauze dress was tightly stretched due to its ups and downs, tempting who would tear it off. The harem was three thousand pink, Rouwei was not beautiful, but in this harem, which was framed by the rules, was bright and colorful.
Such a delicate and harmless crabapple flower is the easiest to arouse men's desire to control and destroy. No wonder even the father, who has been desperate for years, will be moved.
This flower that bloomed because of him could only wither in his hands and snatch it from his father's hand. It was his. Even if the father wanted to snatch it back, he would not let it go
What's more, his respected father owes him
Who are you waiting for?
Your Highness asked a strange question
Rouwei endured her unavoidable fingers. She saw loneliness and depression from him, as if she was standing on the edge of a cliff, and could fall down at any time.
I thought Your Highness would not come. Rouwei didn't expect that he would not even care about His Majesty's ban. She was surprised and happy.
The force exerted on the earlobe increased, Rouwei frowned and looked at him with some pity: Your Highness
His Highness looked fierce, but he was always gentle and rude, not tyrannical and rude
But tonight's third prince made her feel fear from the bottom of her heart, like a wild wolf that was spurred by blood, her sharp teeth were about to bite off before she could stop.
Rouwei couldn't help but shrank a little
Her slender wrist was grabbed, stopping her trembling and retreating: Do you want to stay or follow me?
Rouwei broke free from the quilt, grabbed Yun Heng's arm with her other hand, and said hurriedly: No, Your Highness, don't throw me here, I'm afraid. After the words came, Yun Heng's face seemed to look a little better.
Rouwei was wrapped in a cloak and was held in her waist and left the palace of the Salpisodils.
She showed her head and took a big breath, changing the dragon Salpisodils that had been sucked into her chest with the familiar agarwood smell of the third prince. The depression and depression in her heart dissipated.
Even though the Third Prince was a little scary at this moment, his arms were very stable, which made her feel at ease. Perhaps she was used to it.
I don't know how long I walked away in silence. Rouwei was put down. She got out of a cloak. The cold water vapor made her shudder.
She sat on a huge rock. The wide lake was pitch black. Behind her, the water was clattering against the shore. Opposite was a towering gray rockery.
They were in a depression outside the rockery, and the stones under them blocked the wind and frost.
Why come here
Yun Heng picked her up with a cloak and put it on his legs: I have been here for three days and three nights, and it is also during the New Year's Day.
After returning, my father didn't ask the reason, so I was punished to be confined.
Yun Heng sneered: You guess why this time?
The ink-colored eyes clearly reflected the cold moonlight and the lake water. All the undercurrents inside were on the edge of collapse. Rouwei's heart was like a hole breaking, and the cold lake wind poured into her heart: Your Highness
I was just an abandoned child, it was ridiculous to me, and I once thought I was carrying my expectations. Yun Heng looked at her calmly, as if he was examining whether she was loyal enough.
The lake wind behind him was cold. Rouwei ignored her thin clothes and hugged Yun Heng's neck tightly, as if she was drawing warmth from him every time, she tried to use the remaining warmth on her body to pull him back from the edge of collapse.
She was too cold, the thin gauze was almost naked, Rouwei's hands were trembling, but she still didn't let go
Yun Heng's gaze slowly focused on the white little face
But the weak crabapple flowers in Pity were almost withered by the cold wind, and they still wanted to protect the big trees behind them.
So stupid
Yun Heng put her under his body and used his cold lips to touch the two equally cold lips. The few times without any temperature were tossing and turning, which was completely contrary to the fierce and fierce heat of the past. Rouwei hesitated for a moment, prying open his teeth with the tip of her tongue, and learning from him awkwardly, turning around in his mouth.
The ice surface was gently melted by gentle spring water, and the gap expanded and penetrated by warm current
The cold lips begin to warm up
Yun Heng was like crazy, as if the previous restraint was Rouwei's hallucination. The force on his hands often lost control, leaving red marks on her delicate breasts. The impact of her lower body was also extremely savage. She could only climb on his shoulders tightly so that she would not be knocked out.
Rouwei's body quickly adapted to him, or rather, her body was already eager for such a barbaric love. Even when she was broken, she didn't feel any pain. Her curved and tight hole bit the thick intruder very tightly, just like now.
Your Highness, Your Highness is so deep, Awei's belly is about to be penetrated. Rouwei is covered in her eyes and full of hot body. In front of the cold and bright moon, her breasts are exposed. The fear of being discovered constantly stimulates Rouwei's nerves, which adds some stimulation to this sex scene of the world.
Yun Heng also discovered this from the pit that tightened from time to time. He did not live on her and harshly described the tree in the distance as a palace servant who came to find her, so as to enjoy the flower pit that was tightened due to fear.
The father is watching you being fucked by his own son. He also wants to taste Awei's breasts and insert his dick into Awei's pussy.
Rouwei was fucked with pleasure, and her eyes were filled with tears and misty, she regarded a lonely stone erected by the lake as Emperor Jingchang, and was so scared that she went straight into Yun Heng's arms: No, no, just your nobleman is alone
Yun Heng was in a bad temper and said coldly: You are the father's woman. He wants to fuck you, who dares to stop him from hitting his crotch and lure her: Your Highness is comfortable to fuck you, your Majesty
Rouwei cried and reached orgasm, with a crying voice and a sharp voice: Awei is His Highness, only His Highness's cock
Yun Heng was bewitching her with a low voice in her ear: You should have been fucked by His Majesty today, have you forgotten?
Today was the day when Rouwei was sleeping, but before I could fuck her, my son was raped and raped.
Rouwei didn't come down from the top, but was pushed to another peak, begging for mercy in a daze: Your Majesty, don't, don't fuck Awei's pussy. Her voice was thin and mèi, and the tone of aroused voice was like the minor tunes of Luozhou, and like the tail of a singular domestic cat, swinging and catching it straight into people's hearts.
It's not enough to eat Your Majesty's cock, I want to eat Your Majesty's cock, so I'll just fuck you with two dicks together
He pulled out most of the wet penis, putting it into the tight hole with his index finger and middle finger. The rough finger belly pressed tightly on a certain point at the front of the acupoint wall, and the fingers and penis were in and out. The thick and long penis was responsible for scratching the itch deep in the heart of the flower, and the fingers could not cover the acupoints and crushing the sensitive spots.
It's like being fucked by two penis at the same time, every sensitive point is crushed and ravaged. Every time she thinks that the flower hole has reached its limit, but every time she slows down, carrying a more surging and sharp pleasure
Rouwei called His Majesty and His Highness, and she kept begging for mercy, and was induced to say a lot of delusions.
Sometimes she recovered a little bit of clarity, and looked at Yun Heng's red eyes and couldn't bear it, so she pushed her half-heartedly and said a promise that shamed her.
After that night, Rouwei never saw the Third Prince again. She went to Wenyuan to find Siqing, and Siqing only asked her to wait
But what she was waiting for was that His Majesty was seriously ill and that the Third Prince was about to take office in Beiyuan.
It is said that the third prince is defeated, so he is afraid that he will not have a return date when he goes to Beiyuan.
Rouwei didn't dare to go to Wenyuan to ask Siqing again, for fear of getting the same answer
Rouwei's first reaction was not much disappointed, but she felt sorry. Her Highness was so talented and knowledgeable that she failed to achieve her ambitions, but ended up in this situation.
As for her just returning to her past life, the joy of the past has become a dream
Rouwei returned to her previous routine, embroidered flowers every day, and the osmanthus tree under the window sprouted in spring, but it was still a few small leaves. I don’t know how many winters I can survive.
Occasionally, Rouwei can't fall asleep, so she will get up and lean against the window to look at the osmanthus seedlings under the window. Maybe she will fall asleep easily after waiting for a few more autumns with the fragrance of osmanthus.
Rouwei didn't expect that when she saw Yun Heng again, she was still under her window
The person who came was covered in dust and exhausted: Sun Rouwei, are you going to stay here or follow me?
Your Highness, you step on my osmanthus again
This attic in the northeast corner of Wenyuan became the place where Rouwei and Yun Hengmi met
Rouwei is increasingly addicted to the moment of being pushed to the top, which makes her forget everything about Empress Qiu.
She also likes the warmth of the waves fading away, likes to climb on the shoulders of His Highness with both hands, pressing against the warm texture, and feeling the temperature that is much hotter than herself
His Highness the Third Highness is very busy, but he will also accept this moment of warmth. They hug each other nakedly like lovers.
This period is often silent
They are people from two worlds. He is not interested in flowers and plants, and she does not understand the so-called political struggle.
His Highness is as serious and self-supporting as people say. Except for the first time because of the drug that has lost control, every time he has had fun afterwards, he seems to be intentionally restrained and restrained himself from indulging in it. The only entanglement between them is violent breathing and her involuntary moan.
Sometimes Rouwei doesn't understand why such a third prince chose to go on this path with her.
She once thought he liked her body, but he didn't show any obsession, she also thought he was just playing with her, but sometimes he was extremely serious
Rouwei doesn't understand Yun Heng, nor can she figure out his thoughts. They are like two wandering boats, blown to one place by the wind and rain, so they can rely on them temporarily. What kind of destruction will they have to endure in the future and where they will be blown to?
Rouwei is like a begonia blown away by drizzle, her delicate face is just blooming, and once even attracted the attention of Emperor Jingchang, she asked her a few more questions.
Emperor Jingchang hasn't set foot in the harem for a long time. Suddenly, he pays attention to a young and delicate concubine, and anyone will think more about it.
The princes are old and the court is in a balance between three-legged equilibrium. Even if there is an extra favorite concubine and prince, it will not cause any big waves. Therefore, no one is worried except Rouwei.
Sure enough, on the day of the New Year, Qiu Meng was recruited to serve in the bed
Azhu was so happy that she prepared a lot of things
In her opinion, the concubine always needs the emperor's favor.
She has even begun to think about what to prepare for the little prince or princess
If His Majesty found out that she was not perfect, would he be executed on the spot?
Rouwei used the excuse of relaxing, and ran to Wenyuan to find Siqing. Rouwei realized that the Third Prince was confined.
Siqing was very calm and made her feel at ease, but Rouwei asked her why, but she kept silent.
His Highness seems to have something to do, but no one knows her
With nervousness and a hint of fear, Rouwei was placed on a cold and hard bed, and the heavy dragon Salpisodils instantly wrapped her.
The fragrance is very heavy. Maybe it is mixed with the spices next to it. It can't be said to be good or bad, but it really makes people feel depressed and dull, like the dark clouds that were pressed down very low before the heavy rain
The Third Prince does not like to wear incense, only the fabric on his body is filled with a faint agarwood. After the two are intimate, the agarwood will be mixed with the seasonal fragrance of her body, with a hint of musk. This smell will be lightened and scattered by Wenyuan's warm wind. It is charming and intoxicating, and it cannot be compared with any spice.
Your Highness, will you come?
Rouwei quickly denied this idea. Her Highness was in a confinement. She had not seen him for nearly a month. He would never rebel against His Majesty's intentions.
The hall was so quiet that only her breathing sounded. Rouwei opened her eyes tremblingly, and the yellow tent came into her eyes, but there was no figure of Emperor Jing Chang beside her.
Rouwei didn't dare to get up, she only dared to look around with her eyes open. However, after looking for a long time, she finally found that there was only her in the palace, not even a palace servant.
No one told her why His Majesty was not here, nor did anyone tell her what she should do at this time
The news of the salute coming from outside the hall is back
Rouwei couldn't help but hold her breath
A eunuch pinched his voice and said something in a low voice. Rouwei vaguely heard his name, but it must have something to do with him. Then a heavy male voice replied: I know that the voice is not enough, it should be to look more majestic, and I deliberately lowered it a little.
With a whistle, the door of the hall opened, and a slightly heavy step sounded in the hall, but it did not walk in her direction.
The sound of paper rubbing sounded in the hall
Emperor Jingchang approves the memorial
This quarter of an hour was as long as an hour for Rouwei. Every time she put the pen, the sound was clearly heard in her ears. She was afraid that the sound would stop, and she was pricking her ears with all her concentration, and her neck was stiff.
The sound of rapid footsteps came from outside the hall. Emperor Jingchang was rescued by something urgent. He never saw her until the beginning and ended up, as if he had forgotten her here.
Rouwei breathed a sigh of relief for the time being, but her heart was still hanging
The door of the hall was opened again
This time, his steps were heavy and impatient. Rouwei didn't have time to think about it. The curtain was lifted up, and the light was scattered over. The dark light flowed. On the sky-green clothes, the pine and crane patterns of the kesi fell in a delicate way.
Above a wild crane, there is a face full of solemnity and bloodiness. The haze in the eyes carved by the knife is as thick as ink. The eyes swept, which is more suffocating than the dragon Salpisodils in the room.
Rouwei looked at Yun Heng in a flash, unable to speak for a while
Yun Heng did not wait for the 'Your Highness' with a light ending sound. He walked to the couch step by step, not facing the black and white eyes. He only closed his eyes and covered the storm in it, rubbing a small earlobe with his fingertips.
Rouwei was wrapped in a brocade quilt, revealing a corner of the red gauze dress. The pink face was thin red without applying it. The lotus-colored bellyband under the gauze dress was tightly stretched due to its ups and downs, tempting who would tear it off. The harem was three thousand pink, Rouwei was not beautiful, but in this harem, which was framed by the rules, was bright and colorful.
Such a delicate and harmless crabapple flower is the easiest to arouse men's desire to control and destroy. No wonder even the father, who has been desperate for years, will be moved.
This flower that bloomed because of him could only wither in his hands and snatch it from his father's hand. It was his. Even if the father wanted to snatch it back, he would not let it go
What's more, his respected father owes him
Who are you waiting for?
Your Highness asked a strange question
Rouwei endured her unavoidable fingers. She saw loneliness and depression from him, as if she was standing on the edge of a cliff, and could fall down at any time.
I thought Your Highness would not come. Rouwei didn't expect that he would not even care about His Majesty's ban. She was surprised and happy.
The force exerted on the earlobe increased, Rouwei frowned and looked at him with some pity: Your Highness
His Highness looked fierce, but he was always gentle and rude, not tyrannical and rude
But tonight's third prince made her feel fear from the bottom of her heart, like a wild wolf that was spurred by blood, her sharp teeth were about to bite off before she could stop.
Rouwei couldn't help but shrank a little
Her slender wrist was grabbed, stopping her trembling and retreating: Do you want to stay or follow me?
Rouwei broke free from the quilt, grabbed Yun Heng's arm with her other hand, and said hurriedly: No, Your Highness, don't throw me here, I'm afraid. After the words came, Yun Heng's face seemed to look a little better.
Rouwei was wrapped in a cloak and was held in her waist and left the palace of the Salpisodils.
She showed her head and took a big breath, changing the dragon Salpisodils that had been sucked into her chest with the familiar agarwood smell of the third prince. The depression and depression in her heart dissipated.
Even though the Third Prince was a little scary at this moment, his arms were very stable, which made her feel at ease. Perhaps she was used to it.
I don't know how long I walked away in silence. Rouwei was put down. She got out of a cloak. The cold water vapor made her shudder.
She sat on a huge rock. The wide lake was pitch black. Behind her, the water was clattering against the shore. Opposite was a towering gray rockery.
They were in a depression outside the rockery, and the stones under them blocked the wind and frost.
Why come here
Yun Heng picked her up with a cloak and put it on his legs: I have been here for three days and three nights, and it is also during the New Year's Day.
After returning, my father didn't ask the reason, so I was punished to be confined.
Yun Heng sneered: You guess why this time?
The ink-colored eyes clearly reflected the cold moonlight and the lake water. All the undercurrents inside were on the edge of collapse. Rouwei's heart was like a hole breaking, and the cold lake wind poured into her heart: Your Highness
I was just an abandoned child, it was ridiculous to me, and I once thought I was carrying my expectations. Yun Heng looked at her calmly, as if he was examining whether she was loyal enough.
The lake wind behind him was cold. Rouwei ignored her thin clothes and hugged Yun Heng's neck tightly, as if she was drawing warmth from him every time, she tried to use the remaining warmth on her body to pull him back from the edge of collapse.
She was too cold, the thin gauze was almost naked, Rouwei's hands were trembling, but she still didn't let go
Yun Heng's gaze slowly focused on the white little face
But the weak crabapple flowers in Pity were almost withered by the cold wind, and they still wanted to protect the big trees behind them.
So stupid
Yun Heng put her under his body and used his cold lips to touch the two equally cold lips. The few times without any temperature were tossing and turning, which was completely contrary to the fierce and fierce heat of the past. Rouwei hesitated for a moment, prying open his teeth with the tip of her tongue, and learning from him awkwardly, turning around in his mouth.
The ice surface was gently melted by gentle spring water, and the gap expanded and penetrated by warm current
The cold lips begin to warm up
Yun Heng was like crazy, as if the previous restraint was Rouwei's hallucination. The force on his hands often lost control, leaving red marks on her delicate breasts. The impact of her lower body was also extremely savage. She could only climb on his shoulders tightly so that she would not be knocked out.
Rouwei's body quickly adapted to him, or rather, her body was already eager for such a barbaric love. Even when she was broken, she didn't feel any pain. Her curved and tight hole bit the thick intruder very tightly, just like now.
Your Highness, Your Highness is so deep, Awei's belly is about to be penetrated. Rouwei is covered in her eyes and full of hot body. In front of the cold and bright moon, her breasts are exposed. The fear of being discovered constantly stimulates Rouwei's nerves, which adds some stimulation to this sex scene of the world.
Yun Heng also discovered this from the pit that tightened from time to time. He did not live on her and harshly described the tree in the distance as a palace servant who came to find her, so as to enjoy the flower pit that was tightened due to fear.
The father is watching you being fucked by his own son. He also wants to taste Awei's breasts and insert his dick into Awei's pussy.
Rouwei was fucked with pleasure, and her eyes were filled with tears and misty, she regarded a lonely stone erected by the lake as Emperor Jingchang, and was so scared that she went straight into Yun Heng's arms: No, no, just your nobleman is alone
Yun Heng was in a bad temper and said coldly: You are the father's woman. He wants to fuck you, who dares to stop him from hitting his crotch and lure her: Your Highness is comfortable to fuck you, your Majesty
Rouwei cried and reached orgasm, with a crying voice and a sharp voice: Awei is His Highness, only His Highness's cock
Yun Heng was bewitching her with a low voice in her ear: You should have been fucked by His Majesty today, have you forgotten?
Today was the day when Rouwei was sleeping, but before I could fuck her, my son was raped and raped.
Rouwei didn't come down from the top, but was pushed to another peak, begging for mercy in a daze: Your Majesty, don't, don't fuck Awei's pussy. Her voice was thin and mèi, and the tone of aroused voice was like the minor tunes of Luozhou, and like the tail of a singular domestic cat, swinging and catching it straight into people's hearts.
It's not enough to eat Your Majesty's cock, I want to eat Your Majesty's cock, so I'll just fuck you with two dicks together
He pulled out most of the wet penis, putting it into the tight hole with his index finger and middle finger. The rough finger belly pressed tightly on a certain point at the front of the acupoint wall, and the fingers and penis were in and out. The thick and long penis was responsible for scratching the itch deep in the heart of the flower, and the fingers could not cover the acupoints and crushing the sensitive spots.
It's like being fucked by two penis at the same time, every sensitive point is crushed and ravaged. Every time she thinks that the flower hole has reached its limit, but every time she slows down, carrying a more surging and sharp pleasure
Rouwei called His Majesty and His Highness, and she kept begging for mercy, and was induced to say a lot of delusions.
Sometimes she recovered a little bit of clarity, and looked at Yun Heng's red eyes and couldn't bear it, so she pushed her half-heartedly and said a promise that shamed her.
After that night, Rouwei never saw the Third Prince again. She went to Wenyuan to find Siqing, and Siqing only asked her to wait
But what she was waiting for was that His Majesty was seriously ill and that the Third Prince was about to take office in Beiyuan.
It is said that the third prince is defeated, so he is afraid that he will not have a return date when he goes to Beiyuan.
Rouwei didn't dare to go to Wenyuan to ask Siqing again, for fear of getting the same answer
Rouwei's first reaction was not much disappointed, but she felt sorry. Her Highness was so talented and knowledgeable that she failed to achieve her ambitions, but ended up in this situation.
As for her just returning to her past life, the joy of the past has become a dream
Rouwei returned to her previous routine, embroidered flowers every day, and the osmanthus tree under the window sprouted in spring, but it was still a few small leaves. I don’t know how many winters I can survive.
Occasionally, Rouwei can't fall asleep, so she will get up and lean against the window to look at the osmanthus seedlings under the window. Maybe she will fall asleep easily after waiting for a few more autumns with the fragrance of osmanthus.
Rouwei didn't expect that when she saw Yun Heng again, she was still under her window
The person who came was covered in dust and exhausted: Sun Rouwei, are you going to stay here or follow me?
Your Highness, you step on my osmanthus again
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