Silver-haired prince's supernatural concubine

Chapter 690.Three years of waiting (2)

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In the sky, the sun and the moon have been replaced many times, and the four seasons have gone back and forth many times. Year after year, day after day, it is another winter. The cold snow falls on the face with the cold wind and turns into a drop of rain.

The lonely red plums stand against the wind, the vermilion swings in the yard sway with the wind, and the ground is snow-white.

Under the red plum tree, a black-robed man stood with his hands behind his back, three thousand silver hair fluttering in the wind, a slight smile on his fair face, and a trace of tenderness in his blue pupils, his gaze stayed on the red plums, as if miss...

Folding off a red plum lightly, smelling the familiar fragrance, the red lips hooked up, only to think of the two thin lips in the yard who were afraid of chaos, and the thin lips that were originally raised were tightened instantly, and there was a hint of anger between the brows .

In the snow behind him, the girl in blue looked at him with her chin up and her black shiny eyes blinking: "Huahua, the silver-haired monster is even weirder today, what's so ridiculous about looking at plum blossoms!"

"Hmm..." Huahua suppressed a smile and pinched her small nose: "You don't understand, it's your sister's favorite flower, and he's waiting for your sister."

"But I've never seen my sister!" Jun Ziqing gnawed her nails depressedly, staring at him eagerly: "You said take me to a fun place, take me to see my sister, we've been waiting for a month , where is my sister? Only this silver-haired monster keeps staring at me..."

"Ahem...Miss Ziqing, if you don't touch my mistress' things, the master won't touch you!" Ji listened for a long time and couldn't help reminding that since these two came, within a month, A red plum tree was destroyed, two swings were broken, and a spirit insect sent by the shadow killer died. If other masters killed them directly, how could they let them stay?

"Okay, I was wrong!" Jun Ziqing curled her lips aggrievedly, she just wanted to play around, but she broke it if she didn't know...

Huahua looked at Ye Yichen's back and sighed. In the blink of an eye, it had been three years. Xueyue had been in seclusion for three years, and he stayed here for three years. The reason why he brought Ziqing here this time was because he heard that As Mo Yuan said, Ye Yichen was bored by himself, so letting them make noises would save him from frowning all day long.

"Zi Qing, do you know that the silver-haired monster you mentioned has been waiting for your sister for three years? Those things are his thoughts, you have been destroying your sister's things, it's good that he didn't kill you!"

"Ah?" Jun Ziqing turned pale with shock, "The silver-haired monster is so pitiful...but he's also so fierce...My sister must have left him because she thought he was too fierce!"

Ye Yichen, who heard this sentence not far away, couldn't bear it any longer, and cast a sharp gaze over him: "Either shut up, or take your woman out!"

Jun Ziqing was taken aback for a moment, and then her mouth twitched and she began to cry: "Wuuuu, Hua Huayin hair is my fault, he must not be loved by women, even if my sister comes back, she won't dare to want him, he is so fierce, why not?" Let me be honest, I know how to bully children..."

Ye Yichen resisted the urge to slap her to death and held her forehead. He felt that his veins that had just calmed down jumped out again, bullying a child?Jun Ziqing, what kind of child are you at 21? !

Suddenly, the ground began to shake violently, and Jun Ziqing who was crying was so frightened that she hid in Huahua's arms and did not dare to make a sound. A strong light radiated from the opposite house, and then a strong spiritual power rushed towards her face, overwhelming her. Little by little release.

The red plum in Ye Yichen's hand suddenly fell to the ground, his eyes fixed on the red figure at the door, and his hoarse voice trembled: "Xiao Yue..."

　PS: I’m here today, I’m really uncomfortable, I’m dying from a headache, I’m staring at my aunt’s bleeding, and I have a stomachache, a stomach problem...

　　I am an author with many illnesses, but fortunately Ni Meng does not dislike it (π_π).

　　
　
(End of this chapter)