"These papers, the princess will read carefully when she goes to bed, and then secretly cheer...

"By the way, there is also a request for the Zen position that Princess Feline can give to the King in the future. If Mr. Ji is curious, you can also take a look." Na'er felt that Ji Bai's state was a little weird, but he couldn't see his expression. I don't care too much at will.

Ji Bai Mu Leng raised his head, and blankly accepted the envelope wrapped in red skin.

"Your Majesty Father.

Your daughter finds that she has become sentimental. Whether it is the petals that are flying in the autumn or the gurgling water in the winter, I am always touched by the scene... The queen of a country cannot be controlled by feelings, and withered petals The thoughts that come make me feel uncomfortable. I think, I should be in love... hereby, resign from my first heir status and princess status.

Your daughter, Feilin. "

Familiar text, familiar breath

Suddenly, it seemed as if we had seen each other in a lifetime.

Chapter 19 ~ Lost

A holy paradise in the hustle and bustle of the world.

With a tender cry in the court, she was born with a piece of flawless petals.

Surrounded by joy and congratulations, in a prosperous one.

Those who lived up to their expectations, showed their prominence in their youth and won the appreciation of a group of elders.

What's commendable is that at the time of Fanghua's age, she is not like a girl of the same age who is in love with her, she is knowledgeable, but keeps a certain distance from all males.

That year, she was less than sixteen years old.

Future achievements will be extraordinary-this is the evaluation given to her by everyone who knows her well.

It only takes a moment to like someone, and to love someone, you need the company forever.

Maybe it was God’s will that made this almost perfect, undesirable princess contaminated with poisons named'Missing' and'Amour' and a friendly meeting of foreign nations. On, she turned her eyes away from the upright figure, I can't look away anymore.

The letter became a vehicle for the two to communicate and complain.

The afterglow of the evening enveloped the faces of the departed relatives.

The young shoulders carry the rise and fall of the kingdom.

She was tired, and the longing brought by the breeze across her hair made her sleepless.

The tip of the pen dealing with government affairs stopped, and a chapter full of longing and homestay was written, but after all, none of it fell into his hands. Mu's novels are all thrown into the waste paper basket. She thinks that this will make the lingering thoughts forgotten.

However, she failed.

After all, the almost perfect Majesty Queen could not overcome her love relationship. She was at a loss to find that this love has been brewing in her heart for a long time, and it became out of control.

That night, Lady Wang made a decision.

Abandoning the status of the prince and daughter above the 10,000 people, surrendering rights, letting down the expectations of the same people, going to the person, explaining the matter and turning the fight into a jade silk.

She wanted to throw herself into that embrace so much, even if it was the disappointment of her father, the incomprehension of the world, or the unreserved debauchery ~ swearing.

The day to meet him finally came, she put on a white and flawless dress, and wanted to show her most beautiful side in front of him, but the blood-stained dress was lingering in the mournful wind, full of missed thousand words Wan Yu was stuck in his throat by the sharp sword.

Lifting his gaze slightly, it was the ruthless gaze of the beloved one.

The incredibly beautiful eyes turned into a long sigh after all, and the blood overflowing from the corner of the mouth was stroked, and there was no blame in the gentle watery eyes.

She stretched out her bare hand, brushed the cheek of her beloved one last time, and closed her eyes contentedly.

The piles of crumpled and yellowed paper were saved by future generations from being abandoned.

The annihilation of time has decayed the carrier, and the moisture has stained the white paper. Only the sincere thoughts and feelings carried in it have never been wiped out.

This is as dazzling as the diamond version of eternity.

Today, it still hits the soul like that.

That is, from the thoughts of a deceased.

The sincere and bright feelings turned into dry threads, caring for and redeeming her beloved ones, including too much selflessness, but not a trace of complaints. "These were found in the waste basket when sorting out the relics of Her Royal Highness Feline. , It should have been written to someone, but I didn’t even send it out.” Recalling the past about Her Royal Highness Feline, Na'er frowned with seven points of memory and three points of regret, explaining to the knight who still exists today. The origin.

He seemed to be listening carefully, and he didn't seem to listen, his eyes rested on the sheets of paper that had been crumpled up, as if immersed in it.

Between the lines, Juanxiu's exquisite handwriting is like how the young girl is constantly shy and shy before his eyes and tells her feelings.

After panicking, he hurriedly covered his mouth and blushed to reorganize the language. The girl's face in G's memory came alive, and suddenly, the blood-stained sword seemed to be still in his hand.

In an instant, the picture flashed past the blood-stained long skirt, and there was no blame or resentment on the poignant face.

In addition to holiness and flawlessness, there are only the gentle watery tolerance and eternal love agreements, treaties, and even seals that can be disguised. Only the handwriting, this tender and watery handwriting is absolutely wrong. "These manuscripts are from His Royal Highness Feline. All of his handwritings were semi-finished products that were discarded before they were completed, and they are considered to be the relics of His Royal Highness Fei Lin. I thought it would be a pity to throw them away, so I kept them." Na'er sighed deeply.

The relic is a dead thing after all, but a sustenance left by the living to remember the dead.

I don’t know why, I explained so much to this stranger. In the end, all these things can be forged, and Mr. Ji doesn’t know Princess Feline’s handwriting.

When did she write these manuscripts? "Ji Bai, who couldn't leave the paper for a long time, was silent for a long time, and he couldn't calm down and let out a deep sigh.

"Long early, long before the contradictions between the two sides further intensified, Princess Feline had already made the determination to throne, but she was afraid that His Majesty would be disappointed and refused to hand in her resignation."

"Then, what's the matter with the Naya cat army attacking the border? Ji Bai panted slightly, and the unclear air in the room made him feel suffocated for a while.

0SE Art Koharu,

"His Majesty has been missing for so long. The militant faction of the Yamao tribe has taken care of the king’s safety and sent troops to ask the human federation for the king. But before they can explain their intentions, the human army can’t help but rush up. "Finally, Princess Feline wrote to the representatives of the militants, ordering him to retreat quickly, otherwise the military would engage in military law, but due to the retreat midway, the army was chased by the Human Federation, and the army was killed or injured. I still have the letter from Princess Feline, although Ji Mr. does not believe in authenticity, so you can see if you want to.

"No, no! Don't show it to me!" Ji Bai snarled in a low voice.

The sudden excitement of Ji Bai shocked Xiaosha and Na'er on the side.

"That, Mr. Xianshi? Are you okay, are you uncomfortable?"

"I, I'm okay, no Ji Bai squatted down, babbling the same word constantly in his mouth, as if he was devilish.

At the same time, a terrible truth gradually spread in his mind. No, no! That's not the case, the priest didn't lie to me, nor would the priest lie to me! Those are colleagues who have been with each other since the 2nd day and night, so they can't be troublesome!

In his mind, the girl's smile stained with blood lingered in Ji Bai's brain like a curse, torturing his sacredness crazily.

"Ugh uh uh!

Ji Bai held his head and kept roaring in pain like a beast.

"Uncle, are you really okay? P. eh? ('Xiaosha who approached Ji Bai was slightly taken aback.

Why a strand of white hair suddenly appeared in the seam of the helmet?