Secret Service Princess: The Cold Prince’s Black Belly Wife

At night, the Prime Minister's House was a bit empty. Only the family members of the night patrol fired the torch once every hour. The current hour is just the space immediately after the night patrol. Only the moonlight is used in the garden for lighting. The moon was covered by a dark cloud, and a gust of wind blew again. The quiet garden in a moment became weird. The people who followed Leng Yetong seemed to be enchanted. When the wind came, they brushed together. Fell to the ground and passed out. The lanterns were scattered on the ground like ghost fire.

Leng Yetong frowned slightly, her high vigilance and martial arts gave her a general understanding of the surrounding situation, but what puzzled her was that no one was around, at least not in her perception, There are two possibilities for this situation. One is that the person's martial arts is higher than her, and she is cautious and deeply hidden; the second situation is that Leng Yetong's most unacceptable statement is that hell.

"Xing'er, Xing'er, my Xing'er, I finally found you." An empty garden wanders the voice of a man full of love and infinite attachment, Leng Yetong shivered unconsciously, watching carefully Around, I wanted to find out the source of the sound, but unfortunately, all this was futile.

"Xinger, don't you remember my voice? Xinger, have you forgotten me?" Seeing Leng Yetong didn't make any response, the voice was a little sentimental, and she sighed slightly, said quietly, "Xing'er, are you blaming me for being late? Are you blaming me for making you wait for a thousand years, for a thousand years?"

"Who are you? Also, I'm not what you say in your mouth. We have to solve any problems in person, why hide and conceal them." Leng Yetong frowned slightly, now she has determined that she didn't run into it tonight Being a ghost is a neurosis, and as an atheist, she naturally does not feel that she has encountered a ghost, only when she encounters a mental illness with high martial arts.

"Well, Xing'er, you are my Xing'er, and I won't recognize you wrong. I found you for a thousand years and finally found you. Xing'er, I miss you so much, I miss you." The voice was full With affection, and with infinite attachment, echoing in the night sky, rendering the night a touch of sentimentality.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in acting with you on any unpredictable drama here, either you show up obediently and let me see what you look like, or you obediently disappear." Leng Yetong turned over fiercely White eyes, a thousand years, a thousand years! !! A thousand years, dear, is this the love of Wang Ba? Tonight, there are more important things to deal with. After thinking about it, Leng Yetong raised her feet and was ready to leave.

"Xing'er, don't go, let me see you again." The man's voice was obviously anxious, I don't know what happened, Leng Yetong only felt that he was restrained by an invisible force and couldn't move.

Leng Yetong frowned slightly and did not show any confusion. After trying to move without success, she gave up, her voice chilled, and said, "What the **** do you want to do? I am not interested in playing hide and seek with you here, nor What kind of beautiful love story will you play here with you? "

"Xinger, my Xinger, how long have I not seen you." A cold wind blew through, Leng Yetong felt a kind of chill coming out of her bones. This inexplicable panic was that she never had Over. Looking at the sudden white light oncoming, watching the outline printed in the white light, the unclear face gave her a sense of weakness, as if something had exceeded her expectations, what she had Knowing the scope, this feeling is very bad.

"My star, after so many years, you still haven't changed at all, just as I saw you at the beginning of the year." The fuzzy figure raised his hand and gently stroked Leng Yetong's cheek, infinitely nostalgic. Talking. That slightly cool touch actually gave Leng Yetong a strange sense of familiarity.

"Who the **** are you !?" Leng Yetong frowned, yelling coldly. She just wanted to get rid of this feeling now. This kind of motionless feeling was like a fish on a chopping board. She thinks that she ca n’t communicate with this person at all. He will only say ‘My Star’ with infinite affection, and he ’s not going to listen to any of your words.

"You are still the same as before, and have not changed at all." Regardless of Leng Yetong's questioning, the man said to himself, as if caught in the memory, "Before, you are the same, this expression, this tone Ask me who I am. Hehe. My star, it's not time to meet, and when the time comes, you will know who I am. "

The dark cloud covering the moon was removed, the man's voice disappeared, and the power that bound Leng Yetong disappeared, and he moved his slightly sore arm, his eyebrows were locked, there seemed to be something beyond her Cognitive range. A sparse voice came from the ground, and the people collapsed, rubbing their heads and standing, with a blank expression on their faces. Looking at the incense in his hand, he just put down the previous one, and it still matters. Then they left the garden with people.

"My son, why don't you tell the maiden your identity?" In the moonlight, as if stepping on the moon, three people stood in the air, one of them said in green.

"Yes, son, you have been looking for a maiden for a thousand years, and you finally found it. Why don't you go down and recognize each other?" The blue-eyed boy, who looked exactly like the boy, continued.

"The time has not yet come." The man called the son said faintly, looking at Leng Yetong's back, full of infinite love. The man is nearly seven feet tall, with white hair and black hair, and his clothes and hair are fluttering and flowing. He is bound and bound, slightly fluttering, lining the figure hanging in the air, as if the gods were born. There was a faint lustrous flow on his skin, and a thousand kinds of glazed lights flashed in his eyes. Looking at the distant figure, a pair of eyes filled with sorrow, love and nostalgia.

"My son, the clan's side has begun to urge, let's go back first." The little boy in the green at first looked at his handsome son's handsome face and said softly.

"Well, okay, wait to finish the things over there, and then pick up the stars and go back." The man nodded, reluctantly forgetting Leng Yetong's almost disappearing figure, and said faintly, "Go!" As if he had never been there, he disappeared into the night.