Song Qingming stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder.

"Ok!"

Song Qingran responded.

Although he was very reluctant, and even wanted to cultivate immortality with his sister, he couldn't ask this sentence.

He is the king of a country, he carries too much on his body, and too much on his back.

He can't be willful yet.

After that, Song Qingming accompanied him to another meal and dinner, and then returned to the princess mansion in the car.

When passing a yard, Song Qingming heard waves of melodious flute sounds.

This sound is very subtle and beautiful.

She couldn't help but stop.

This kind of flute sound can calm the irritable heart.

She walked into the courtyard and went inside, only to see a man in a white robe standing on a tree under the moonlight, playing his flute.

With the night breeze, the robes of clothes fluttered.

It was originally the stunning face of the world, but at this time, under the moonlight, he was plated with a layer of silver light, and the whole person looked like an immortal.

It seemed that the sound of the flute stopped abruptly when he sensed the arrival of Song Qingming.

"your Highness!"

He jumped down from the tree and bowed his head gently to Song Qingming.

The expression was faint, without a trace of flattery.

"What's your name?"

Song Qingming suddenly became curious about him.

With the thought of the original owner, she knew that this man, the original princess had never touched.

Although the princess likes beautiful boys and collects them, she has never been saddened by strong men.

In fact, if Long Aotian bluntly said that he was leaving, he would let him go.

It's just that he made the princess think that he was vain. In fact, he was willing.

"My name is wanton."

The man smiled softly, and in his long and narrow eyes, there was also a shallow smile, and the whole person was even more beautiful to illuminate the night sky.

"Wonderful?"

Song Qingming smiled, really good name.

Judging from his appearance, he is also living extremely wanton.

At the previous dinner, it was just a glimpse, only to think he was handsome, but at this time he felt a little familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere, it was definitely not just the one I had seen before.

Song Qingming frowned slightly, really feeling that he had seen it.

"The princess is fine, so I retired."

Indiscriminately arched his hands again and left with his disciple.

The wide sleeves floated away, with a trace of high-end air.

Song Qingming just looked at his far away back like this, he was really familiar with it.

Where did you see it?

"President don't let him come back to serve in bed."

Probably it was Song Qingming who kept looking at the wanton back, and the maid on one side could no longer stand it.

Speak up out of justice.

"……No!"

Song Qingming wanted to cry without tears, why? What was her expression just now?

She is very busy, okay, where can I go to sleep! Do not joke.

Song Qingming waved his sleeves and walked towards the bedroom.

After returning to the bedroom, the maids waited on and freshened up, then they held back and said that they were going to retreat, and no one saw them.

After that, I closed the door of the sleeping hall, sat on the bed, stretched out his hand and stroked the ring, and the person had already entered the space.

One day outside, one year in space.

It seems that in the space, there is also the cycle of spring and summer.

When I came before, it was spring, and everything was resurrected and prosperous.

It's already winter now, and there is a few touches of emerald green in the white snow.