Long-term reunion, looking at each other, all the past, past the clouds.

"Why are you here?" Xuanyuan Yao's trance was only a moment. Soon, he recovered his usual indifferent look. When looking at He Huan, he didn't have extra emotions, only regarded her as a past. People, meet again.

"Master told me to come down to you and Brother Zun." He Huan was inexplicable, with shell teeth ravaging the pink lips. "However, they said that Brother Zun was already..."

"I know." Xuanyuan Yao intercepted her unspoken words. The man who had passed away was the pain that always remained in his heart, and he could not heal for a long time. "Come here, take Princess He Huan back to the palace first. Settle." After the order was completed, He Huan's eyes met again. "I'm busy with the matter at hand, and I'll go find you again, if I have something, I will talk later."

His attitude is the same as in the past, and the things decided cannot be refused. [

He Huan is too familiar with such Xuanyuanyao, but he still can't help but give birth to the sourness of being neglected.

The sad and complicated eyes hovered on the auspicious bright and beautiful face for a long time, and finally remained silent following the leading **** and left slowly.

The black flowers on the side of her head shone in the sunlight, and the special color also attracted auspicious attention.

Black is really rare.

As far as she knows, there are no truly pure black flowers in nature. The so-called "black chrysanthemum" and "black peony" are actually only deep purple or deep blue flowers, and most of them are artificially cultivated.

In ancient times, she saw such a "rare" variety.

Princess He Huan, what means did she use to ‘change’ into a black, non-corroding flower, don’t decorate it behind her head.

"Little vixen, when no one is there, I will explain to you the origin of He Huan again. Today is our happy day. Don't be cranky or broken."