The heart is one more orifice than the stem, and the disease is three points better than that of Xizi.
This is a word that describes a woman.
But when it comes to the man sitting in the slowly approaching carriage, it feels so appropriate for the first time.
There was a weak man lying in the carriage.
He looks fifteen or sixteen years old.[
At this time, he looked out of the car with a resentful face.
Wearing a pink-blue, almost colorless robe, he looked more and more as if he was not stained by dust.
It's so ethereal and far away that I don't dare to pick it up.
Fengyun has seen all kinds of handsome men.
There is Ya Fei in front and Ling Jiang behind.
There is no one in the world who can compare with them.
However, when I saw this man, I still looked slightly sideways.
It's not about how handsome he is, but his temperament.
Spotless, like orchids in an empty valley.
What does a pure and innocent angel look like?
That's what he is like.
As soon as he came out, the whole world seemed to become silent.
For fear of disrupting his breathing.
Turning his head slightly, Feng Yun took a slight step diagonally to make way for the carriage.
At the same moment, the palace gate guard who was about to take action against Fengyun also immediately stopped.
They all bowed respectfully towards the carriage: "Prince Lan."
All the chaotic atmosphere was suppressed at this moment, and everything at the palace entrance remained as usual.
It seemed that no one wanted to expose the bad things in front of him.
The carriage came slowly, and the sickly handsome angel ignored the gatekeeper at the door with a resentful look on his face, as if he was sulking about something.[
But when the journey was near, the wind and clouds could be seen.
The angel's black eyes with a hint of amber seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, making them hazy and hard to see clearly.
Also, it made him lose focus.
Feng Yun suddenly frowned slightly.
How could such a person...
The carriage whirred along, passing by the wind and clouds.
The angel who had been leaning in the car suddenly took a gentle sniff of the air.
A trace of surprise flashed across the resentful face, and then his face bloomed like a flower.
Sweeping away the resentment just now, I suddenly smiled like a morning dew.