Ugly Princess: The Second Marry of the Bloodthirsty Eighth Prince

Chapter 87

"A good day is not old, love is hard to break."

Shangguan Fenglan took a deep look at the line of beautiful and free-spirited words, and suddenly closed his eyes, staring at Xue Yi: "It seems that before the princess married to Dongling Kingdom, there was already someone in her heart?"

Xue Yi was startled, then suddenly dimmed her eyes, and said: "Do you think that someone will appreciate me with my appearance?"

There was some coldness in Shangguan Fenglan's words: "I'm talking about yourself, not anyone else."

Xue Yi glanced at him in surprise, then turned her face a little stubbornly, and said, "No one said that I can't have someone I like before we get married, right?"

"That is to say, I guessed right?"

Xue Yi was silent for a while.

"Tell me." Shangguan Fenglan said coldly.

".?" Xue Yi looked up at him in surprise.

"Tell me what kind of person he is?"

Xue Yi's eyes suddenly dimmed, thinking about the words he wrote just now, and thinking about the sentence she wrote, she said slowly: "He is the eldest son of King Qinghe of Beicang Kingdom, Chu Zhouyue. .I was 12 years old that year."

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Xue Yi spoke emotionally, immersed in memories without realizing it.

Shangguan Fenglan quietly watched Xue Yi's twinkling eyes, while his own eyes gradually turned cold, even to the bone.Under the sleeve robe, his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white.There were blue veins looming on her forehead, and Xue Yi was awakened from her memories by a cold gaze like a knife. She suddenly looked back and was stunned for a moment.

I felt that the eyes under the golden face were imprinted in the firelight, like two balls of bloodthirsty scarlet dancing, ferocious and frightening.

Is it an illusion? It's that inexplicable hatred again.

She can often catch such messages in his eyes, and they come for no reason, which makes her puzzled.

When she wanted to snoop on more information, he calmly restrained all his expressions, and said coldly: "It's getting late, you should copy it by hand, I'm not interested in listening to your memories, you are here Copy, I'll go to the next room to read."

Listening to the sound of the wheelchair, Xue Yi left, and she began to copy by hand.

The rain fell silently outside the window, one hour passed, two hours passed, Abi was not found, and there was no movement in the garden
His tired and injured body couldn't resist the attack of sleepiness, he fell heavily on the table and fell asleep.

The wheelchair quietly appeared in the dark room.

A black and charming figure has been sitting in the corner quietly watching her drowsy sleeping face.

He bowed his head, holding that delicate mask in his hand.

Clean and strong fingers slowly stroked along the lines on the mask.

The same mask was made by the same person, Xue Yi never knew that the cracked mask was made by her painstakingly, stroke by stroke.

The wheelchair slid up silently, he narrowed his deep eyes slightly, looked deeply at her peaceful face, stretched out his hand, stopped when it was about to fall on the top of her hair, finally grasped it, and took it back.

The night is long, like an oil lamp has been ignited, the rain and fog gradually stop, and a line of white belly appears in the gray-blue sky
A rooster crows—

Xue Yi suddenly woke up from a deep sleep.

The pen holder let the corner of the sleeve fall to the ground, she picked it up hastily, and a line of black ink was drawn on the ground.

Looking up from the window, she could faintly see the hazy gray light coming in, and the dense fog in the morning was sent into the room through the gaps. She frowned and reached out to touch her back.

Is it warm?

How could it be that she slept all night but didn't feel the chill on her back?

Taking a look at the empty room, she looked at the "Sun Tzu's Art of War", which was only half read. Too bad, she was too tired, so she only read half of it, but there was nothing she could do.

Getting up, she took the book and walked to the door. Just as the door was pushed open, a chill rushed to her limbs along with the morning mist. She shivered while holding her body, and walked towards the next room.

'Squeak—'

The door opened, and she walked into the wing room. She had entered this room last time when she came to Youmengzhai. It was probably the eighth prince's bedroom before his death. Also empty.

Only the things on the table are still there.

At the desk, she saw King Jing's master rubbing his forehead with his hands, as if he was very tired.

Could it be that he read a book here last night?
Xue Yi came up and handed over the copy in his hand: "Well, I'm sorry, I was too tired last night so I fell asleep, and I only copied half of it. Check if the handwriting is big enough. If yes, I want to write it down. Take it back to Dongnuan Pavilion, and give it to the master after copying it, I wonder if it will work?"

She handed out the manuscript for a long time, and saw him take a deep look at her without saying anything, his eyes were full of tiredness, when he reached out to take the manuscript, Xueyi said in surprise: "Sir, you Why are your hands so cold!"

She took a look at this wing room, it was a little more closed and warmer than the study room she was staying in, and he was also dressed a lot, the sable fur coat alone was enough to keep out the cold, as a man, he shouldn't be cold after sitting all night That's it.

Shangguan Fenglan didn't say anything, didn't look at the manuscript, but took a deep breath.

Then he said in a low voice: "I haven't finished copying it, I will finish copying it tonight, you go back first."

"But you,"

"Go!" His hoarse voice was low and weak.

Xue Yi hesitated for a moment, still thinking about coming up to show him, but was shocked by his cold eyes.

"It's dawn, if you don't want to be misunderstood, leave immediately!"

Xue Yi clenched his fingers into fists, and had no choice but to turn his head and leave. It was still early in the sky, and only a line of white appeared in the sky, and the white mist was hazy in the gray-blue morning.

When Xue Yi left, a figure stepped out in front of You Meng Zhai.

Yuchan took a deep look at Xueyi's back, his dark eyes slowly narrowed, and turned to enter Youmengzhai.

Back at Dongnuan Pavilion, Xueyi found that Abi was still asleep on the long couch, feeling worried and suspicious.Abi is not such a relaxed person, how could she sleep so soundly without even noticing that she disappeared all night?

However, maybe she was injured, and I was really tired for her these days.

Fortunately, she covered Abi with a thick fur cape to keep out the cold before she left.

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(Note: The chapter name of the previous chapter was wrong again, ==)

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