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Shang Tianyao stood in front of the copper mirror in the private room in a daze as the maid knocked lightly on the door. His Highness the First Prince has asked this servant to remind you that it is time to see off the guests at the inn.

There was no sound from inside the room for a long time. The maid waited quietly for a while before carefully opening the door — no one was in the empty room, the windows were wide open to let in a large amount of snow-white sunlight, and the tea on the tea table was still steaming hot.

Shang Tianyao, who had jumped out of the window, landed on the ground. He pursed his lips and clenched the octagonal colored embroidered bag he held tightly in front of his chest. When he saw that familiar little figure standing at the entrance, he immediately waved the exquisite embroidered bag in his hand and shouted, "Salted fish, continue!"

Hearing Shang Tianyao calling her, Chaxianyu turned around and a group of indistinct black figures quickly flew towards him. Before he could see it clearly, he had reflexively clasped his hands together and caught the object that was falling from the sky with his mouth wide open.

Shang Tianyao gasped for breath as he ran closer. He stopped and panted while supporting himself on his knees. Salted Fish... Take good care of this, this is... Referral Letter and... Pass order.

Shier Hong bit on his snowflake cake and sloppily walked over with a face full of curiosity. Could it be from Yuanyang Country …

Yes. The boy patted his chest and stood up, nodding his head. Since everyone is going to travel a long distance in search of the Phoenix Queen, then I think it would be better to have a clearing token that is lower than the 'Redbud Jade Token Manual'.

Shier Hong frowned and rubbed his chin. A pair of golden eyes sparkled under the sunlight, and the message was spread extremely quickly … So that's how it is, thank you so much, Second Prince. It seems that we need to pay more attention in the future.

Tea Avaricious Fish opened his mouth wide. It turned out that what Wu Zhiya said was correct …" All along the way, we had to show our jade token and secret manuals, so our whereabouts have been completely exposed … With some hesitation, she held onto the exceptionally exquisite embroidered cloth bag. That … I can't take it.

Why not?

Chaxianyu was a little surprised by the question. Uh, didn't they say that all eight nations' orders were exclusive to the Imperial Family? If you give me the clearance order for your merchant country, how inconvenient would it be for me to travel in the future …

Shang Tianyao patted her shoulder. You think too much. He blinked his eyes, slowly approached Chaxianyu's face and revealed a crafty smile. This prince's face, was the best proof of her identity.

Ha ha-ha ha ha! The broom head really has you, hahahaha... Chaxianyu laughed heartily. Her eyes were smiling like two crescent moons, the small freckles on her face looked like they were about to fly out happily. The small nose of Yuan Yuan moved up and down. Suddenly, the boy felt a strong tug on her neck and pulled away. She raised her head in shock, and saw a gloomy and unhappy face of a certain lord priest. Prince, distance.

Shang Tianyao had already thought that the Master of the Luo Clan, the renowned High Priest 'God of Sacrifice', was covered in mysteries. Furthermore, he was Chaxianyu's master, which made him even more suspicious. The difference in strength between the two was huge, and their characters were at opposite ends. Luo Rongji, as one of the best Soul Power User and the most outstanding priest of the imperial family, was famous for being unapproachable, but for what reason was this esteemed lord willing to lower himself to teach a girl who didn't know anything? After Shang Tianyao found out about Chaxianyu's true identity, he thought that the reason why Luo Rongji protected Chaxianyu with all his might was because of his title as the princess. After interacting with his for a few days, he once again overturned this conjecture: Chaxianyu was not favored, and did not even have any reactions when she was escaping from the palace. If she wanted to foster her power and influence, she would have to choose Third Princess Shang Yue.

It was time to go.

The cold voice instantly woke Shang Tianyao up. When he came back to his senses, he saw Chaxianyu holding the embroidered bag he gave her, walking forward step by step with three turns, and a 'weng –!' in his head. The explosion sent the world spinning and caused some pain. He stayed where he was and watched Chaxianyu and his party board the carriage one after another.

Shang Tianyao's face tensed up, he felt that he was the only person left in this world, he was helpless and panicked, but right when he was unsure of what to do, a pair of big warm hands, neither light nor heavy, covered his head. Shang Tianxuan was wearing a fiery red army cloak, his resolute and deep gaze looking at the location of the carriage. He patted the boy's head and said his final goodbye, as if he was a man.

The horse carriage slowly moved forward. Chaxianyu sat on the soft couch and tightly held onto the cloth bag to leave the place empty. Or was it that she didn't have a chance to speak?

Salted fish! Chaxianyu!

Chaxianyu trembled as ssshe climbed up onto the seat in a hurry. Leaning on the back window and pushing aside the curtain, he saw a boy wearing a bright yellow shirt with a cherry red ball crown tied on his head running behind the horse carriage. Salted Fish! Safe journey! he shouted, stumbling and raising his hand high. I'll never forget you! And don't forget me --

Chaxianyu's tears flowed out, she quickly laid on the window ledge and stuck her head out, waving at Shang Tianxuan with all her might. The wind blew her hair into a mess, and the leaves in the forest clumped on her face, causing the drapes on her forehead to flutter, and the broom to fly out — Thank you! I'll never forget you --

The bright summer sun was running inch by inch along the forest path, the carriage was speeding, and so was the bright yellow boy, who was like the best treasure in the world, sweet and warm when he smiled, pitying when he cried, transparent in his character, crystal in his heart. He was a prince of a fallen nation, a gift from heaven. He was also an ordinary youth in the world. When he left, he would be sad, reunited, ecstatic, and had a wish. He could also love and love. Shang Tianyao stared unblinkingly at the carriage that was far away from him, running with all his might, chasing. His legs were sore and weak as if they were filled with lead. Tears had blurred the path in front of him, but he still ran with all his might.

Chaxianyu! I'll be waiting for you!

Chaxianyu! Don't get hurt! Eat well!

The wind that was at the beginning of summer blew with light, the emerald green forest stood still, the clouds swayed, the boy's figure that was chasing after them along the road became smaller and smaller, further and further away. Half of Chaxianyu's body almost peeked out of the carriage.

The sunlight was particularly dazzling at that moment as the skin on her face burned with the pain of licking tears and the wind whistled. Suddenly, she heard an especially clear cry that was accompanied by a sobbing sound, which pierced through the endless forest.

Chaxianyu! I like you! I'll wait for you... Like me, too!

"Crash ~ ~ ~"

Chaxianyu raised her head, and a small flower carrying a faint fragrance floated up along with the wind as it flew towards the tip of her nose, floating back and forth until it landed on top of her blue skirt.

The flower looked like a small star with five round horns, the pink powder was translucent and the stamen was golden. At the moment, Wu Zhiya was reading a book, and another flower had fallen onto the title page of the book.

A song be sing In the ear of the children when they play In innocence and innocence

He had only left for three winters, yet he had matured in the summer and had confided in the flowers.

In the early years of the year, the ball and banana trees are as they were intended to be.

As the years go by, so does the sun and the sun.

Chrysanthemum, representing first love.

Another summer season." A thick, rusty lock of the cold and damp water prison was covered in yellow talismanic symbols of demonic beast blood. The entire prison was covered in a golden, bell-like barrier of soul power. A woman in a thin, bloodstained skirt, with a faint white background, her bare legs and arms bound in heavy iron chains, her head down on the edge of the wall, her head still, the dungeon silent and dark except for a narrow three-latticed iron window above her head that let in a faint light.

An incomplete flower inadvertently flew in along the wind, just like a light cherry white snowflake slowly descending.

The woman's eyelashes twitched as she struggled, wanting to reach out to touch the flower on the ground. With a muffled clank, the chain stretched taut. Her fingers slashed in vain … It was just as he had expected.

She closed her eyes and searched her memory for the song. His thick black hair covered a hole in his chest that oozed blood. In this immobile hell, he must have thought of something blissful and even revealed a peaceful smile like a baby's.

The door of the dungeon was wrenched open, and a tall figure approached step by step, stamping his feet against the cold tiles. The woman turned a deaf ear to him. She closed her eyes and hummed a song. 'Xia mature.' Flowers to pour out.

The person who had arrived at the dungeon stopped and snapped his fingers. Then, he instantly passed through the iron door and layers of enchantments, appearing in front of the woman.

He took out an unwashed blood stained dagger and extended his arm to grab the woman's weak throat with ease, lifting her up into the air! He pressed himself against the wall and leaned close to the woman's ear, breathing heavily. Little Phoenix, I am here to take today's blood.

The wind of early summer was soft, as if it had been grilled, but not hot enough. It was wrapped in warm sunlight as it came in through the iron windows of the dungeon, gently lifting up a white skirt — a blue butterfly that was sewn crookedly, its flapping wings inlaid with golden threads.

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