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

With a frown, could the young master really write the unfinished love song of the last life with the saint? The shadow of another person emerged in his mind, the cold-hearted man who had only seen one side, with a silver butterfly mask. He was the enemy of the last master, the only enemy. He loves the virgin no less than the young lord, but he is more decisive than the young lord. He gives up everything and follows the maiden into reincarnation for the reunion of one life.

The door of the room was gently pushed open, and Leng Yetong's pretty figure walked in. After closing the door of the green urn, he untied his cloak on the mountain, hung it on the shelf, looked up, and stood in front of the window. The man with red lips slightly opened asked with concern, "How about? Does your injury matter? Come to me if necessary."

"Xinger, but you still have my place in your heart?" Wen Yan Beichen Moxuan moved with a look of excitement and asked eagerly.

"I said, no matter what happened between us, it was a thousand years ago. Why do you torture yourself with things I don't remember?" Leng Yetong looked down, avoiding his fiery eyes. , Said indifferently. Maybe her words sounded a bit ruthless to outsiders, but she had to say that. Even if she is really the reincarnation of Murong Xing'er, that is the body, not her soul. She has no way to live in the heart of another as a stand-in for another person. It has nothing to do with love, but only psychologically uncompromising.

"Xinger, it's okay, I can wait, if I can't wait for you to open up to me again, at least I can wait until your happy day." Beichen Moxuan smiled bitterly, the light in his eyes faded, this is his early Should know the result, isn't it? Ha ha.

"Why are you suffering? Do you torture yourself with things that others don't remember? It doesn't matter if you are bruised all over the body?" Looking at Beichen Moxuan's expression, she opened her mouth, after all, she couldn't bear to say something more heartless, and sighed heavily In a tone, Youyou said, "You know, I'm not Murong Xinger. Nothing is the same except for this face. You know better than I do. I am me, she is her, cold night Apart from being a reincarnation of Murong Xinger, Tong has no connection or similarity with her. Why are you stubborn and refuse to admit this fact? "

"I understand that my Xing'er will never show me such a strange and indifferent expression." Beichen Moxuan smiled bitterly, with a deep nostalgia in his eyebrows, raised his head, and returned the warmth of the eyes back, light Turning the topic away with a smile, he said, "Are you coming to me to ask about Fu Xiqin?"

"Forget it, for an infatuated person like you, unless you can figure it out, it's futile and useless to say anything." Sighed, shook his head, and said helplessly. Following the last words of Beichen Moxuan, he said, "Well, I came to look at your injury, and the other was to ask you about Fuxi, that piano, why did n’t I show up with you after I used it? The same phenomenon of backwash? And the origin of that piano. "

"Fu Xiuqin is one of the five artifacts of ancient times. Fuqin, the ancient god, played a vital role in the war between gods and demons ten thousand years ago." Beichen Moxuan gathered all emotions, looked down, and was indifferent. Said, "The reason why you can use Fuxiqin without being backwashed by divine power is because you are the reincarnation of Murong Xing'er. After the war between gods and demons, Fuxiqin's first and only master was the son-in-law Virgin, Murong Xinger. "