"Um!"
Song Qingran agreed.
Although he was reluctant to let go and even wanted to cultivate immortality with his sister, he couldn't ask this question.
He is the king of a country, and he carries too much and carries too much.
He is not yet able to be willful.
After that, Song Qingqing accompanied him for another dinner, and then took the chariot back to the Princess Mansion.
While passing by a courtyard, Song Qingqing heard bursts of melodious flute music.
This sound is very subtle and beautiful.
She couldn't help but pause.
This kind of flute sound can calm an impatient heart.
She walked towards the courtyard and walked until she saw a man in a white robe standing on a tree under the moonlight, playing a flute.
With the night wind, the clothes are flying.
His face was originally of unparalleled beauty, but now under the moonlight, it was even coated with a layer of silver light, making him look like an immortal.
As if aware of Song Qingqing's arrival, the flute sound suddenly stopped.
"your Highness!"
He jumped down from the tree and gently bowed his head to Song Qingying.
His expression was calm, without any hint of flattery.
"May I have your name?"
Song Qingqing suddenly became curious about him.
With the thoughts of the original owner, she knew that the original princess had never touched this man.
Although the princess likes beautiful men very much and likes to collect beautiful men, she never forces others to make her sad.
In fact, Long Aotianruo also said that he wanted to leave, and he would let him go.
It's just that he made the princess think that he was actually willing.
"My name is Wanton."
The man smiled softly, and there was also a faint smile in his narrow eyes. His whole person was so beautiful that it almost lit up the night sky.
"Wantful?"
Song Qingying smiled, it was really a good name.
Judging from his appearance, he must be living an extremely wanton life.
At the dinner party before, I had just a glimpse of him and thought he was handsome. But now I felt that he was a little familiar, as if I had seen him before. This was definitely not just the one I had seen before.
Song Qingqing frowned slightly, feeling like he had seen it before.
"Princess is fine, so I will leave."
Wuwan arched his hands again, took his disciple and left.
The wide sleeves floated away, carrying a hint of noble spirit.
Song Qingying just looked at his retreating back, and even his back was really familiar.
Where did you see it
"Princess, do you want him to come back and sleep with you?"
Probably because Song Qingqing kept looking at Wantan's back, the maids on the side couldn't stand it anymore.
He spoke uprightly.
"… No!"
Song Qingying wanted to cry but had no tears. What? Was her expression weird just now
She is very busy, okay? She has no time to sleep! Do not joke.
Song Qingying waved his sleeves and walked towards the palace.
After returning to the palace, he asked the palace maids to help him freshen up, then turned away everyone and said that he was going to retreat and saw no one.
Afterwards, he closed the door of the dormitory, sat on the bed, reached out and touched the ring, and then he entered the space.
One day outside, one year in space.
It seems that there is also a cycle of spring and summer in space.
When I came here, it was spring, and everything seemed to be reviving and thriving.
It's already winter now, and even among the white snow, there are still a few touches of green.