Chapter 260: [Life is as if we met for the first time] The face under the mask
Feeling that the arms around his waist were getting tighter and tighter, Eleven blinked, with a faint smile, his eyes were deep and clear, but he managed to squeeze out a weak smile.
Bright, look straight into the eyes of the masked man in front of you
"Thank you." An extremely polite smile suddenly appeared on Eleven's pale face. He slowly raised his hand and the smile on his lips became deeper and deeper. As if he mustered up all his courage, he suddenly pulled off the cold mask.
, watching him tilt his head slightly, watching his long black hair being scratched and scattered by the silver thread that suddenly broke behind the mask.
As gentle as jade, smiling as a pear blossom
It is a face that absolutely no one in this world can fake, with fair skin, beautiful eyebrows, deep eyes, straight bridge of nose, thin lips that are used to wearing a shallow and gentle smile, and every smile on the cheek
The shallow dimples when he smiles
The black hair is fluttering, but I can't tell whose black hair is whose fingers are cold.
In the cold wind, her hair and his long hair swirled wildly together, touching the beauty and desolate beauty.
Until he turned his head slightly under her gaze, as if he suddenly took off his mask, and he didn't know how to speak.
I knew there would be such a day
But the slight smile and a bit panicked indifference in her eyes remained unchanged at this time, so he had to force a smile, her familiar gentle gaze was in her warm eyes.
I helped her stand up, and when I saw that she was motionless, I suddenly felt awkward and didn't know whether I should continue to hold her like this or let go.
Until Eleven ended the terrible silence and smiled calmly: "Your Majesty, can you let me go?"
He concealed the bitterness that was almost seeping out of the corner of his mouth, and gave her a gentle smile. It was such an innocent and gentle smile that she had not seen for a long time, and he never let go.
The one on the upper level seemed to be smiling happily, as if she was imagining that there was a man waiting for her at home, and he was not Long Lilie, he was just Bai Zhanfeng.
"eleven"
Eleven was suddenly startled by his gentle whisper. She raised her hand and gently pushed him away. He didn't force his arms around her. He saw her take a step back, her eyes full of alienation and without any emotion.
"Even if you are the emperor, you are not qualified to call me by my name so affectionately. Moreover, the commoner's wife's surname is Bai. If the emperor wants to address me, please condescend to call the commoner's wife Mrs. Bai."
When he said that, Shiyi raised his lips and smiled, carefully made a blessing gift, and no longer looked at his features or eyes, nor did he look at the face that he would never forget in this life.
"The commoner woman is feeling unwell and wants to go back to her house to rest. Your Majesty, don't stand at my door anymore, so as not to ruin my reputation." After saying that, Eleven turned around slightly and cast his gaze on the cold light falling on the ground.
Silver mask, eyes filled with coldness, slowly about to leave
Eleven paused for a moment, then suddenly revealed a happy thin smile, turning his back to the man with a gentle and pleasant voice: "Bai Zhanfeng, his name is Bai Zhanfeng, and he is also the palace master of Yingyang Palace."
"Then can I see him?"
Eleven's eyes instantly went dark: "I'm afraid not"
"Why?"
"Because, he is dead." As soon as he finished speaking, Eleven didn't want to have such a boring conversation with him anymore, so he suddenly raised his head and walked back to the room without looking back.
But before she could close the door, her nose was surrounded by the scent of sandalwood. In an instant, a figure in black robe stood in front of her, and her arms were grabbed. With a gentle squeeze, she had no choice but to escape.