Chapter 892

It's a temple. In fact, it's just a room. The walls are still damaged. When Qingning stepped in, his eyes became wet unconsciously.

Three years ago, the prince led several people to travel in micro clothes. When it rained, he had to stay here for a while.

Although they were embarrassed by the rain, they still had a smile on their faces. It was a great blessing for them who had been trapped in the capital to be able to visit other countries. Although they were tired and dangerous all the way, they enjoyed it all the time.

"Ah Ning, your clothes are wet. Come to the fire and bake them. When you catch a cold, you'll have to cry again..."

With dim tears in his eyes, Qingning seems to see a bonfire in the middle of the temple. The prince sits by the fire and greets her with a smile.

"Bang, I won't cry. I'm twelve years old!"

Qingning inhaled nose, with tears, sweet smile, tone with a bit proud, said that he has grown up, because of a cold and cry, this kind of thing will never happen to her!

"Lord..."

Today is a sunny day. How can there be continuous rain and fire?

Although the guards and Qianyu waiting outside can't come in, they always pay attention to the movement inside. They can't help but look at each other. Isn't the princess 15 years old this year?

Only Liufeng, who was also present at that time, knew what was going on. Qingning was touching the scene and repeating the dialogue three years ago.

Want to call back the master's consciousness, but a "master", just said a word, Liufeng can't go on, can't bear to wake up Qingning, let her return to the prince and a group of friends have passed away in reality.

At the moment when Liufeng loves Qingning, Qingning is already sitting with her knees crossed, stretching out her pale and withered hand, as if it were burning.

Three years ago, Qingning was sitting with the prince in this way. The warm and warm light was shining on the young man's high spirited face. Just as everyone was enjoying themselves, a cold arrow shot in from the window

"Brother Prince!"

Cold arrow! The sound of the cold arrow is still in my ear. Qingning is awake in a moment, and looks at the window with a scream.

But the broken window is still there, what should have happened has already happened, she can no longer rush to the man who loves her deeply.

"Princess!"

People outside heard the scream of Qingning, and the sound of drawing a knife was uniform. The soldiers who fought all over the world kept fighting at any time.

"The master is just sad."

Flow Maple forward, hedge in a few soldiers explained, those people also found the situation, then convergence murderous, droop sharp eyes, slowed down the action to exit.

With a sigh, Liu Feng is not good at words, and he knows that his words of comfort are useless.

Qingning sat on the ground, curled up with a thin body, buried his face in his knees, his shoulders trembling.

He knew that she was crying.

From the outside to the broken temple, you can see a girl who is too thin to look like she is curled up in a ball, and there is a sound of weeping. Beside the girl is a tall man in a black suit. He is kneeling towards the girl, and his head is slightly down, so that you can't see her expression at the moment.

After a long time, Qingning's mood gradually stabilized. Although his face was buried in his knees and he didn't look outside, he could also hear Chu Yuan's impatient cold hum.

"Liu Feng, help me up."

After taking a deep breath, Qingning finally raised her head. Her tears were not dry, but her eyes were cold again.

Qingning cry for how long, flow Maple kneel to guard for how long, hear her order, busy will help people stand up.