The reborn princess kills the whole capital

Chu Yan sighed, lowered his eyebrows and stopped talking.

Wen Yan walked for a while and suddenly paused again.

He turned around and looked at the woman standing by the corridor, her eyebrows looking a little lonely in the halo of early summer.

"Aren't you leaving?"

A clear voice came, and Chu Yan raised his head uncertainly.

There was mist brewing in her eyes, and she was exposed to him bit by bit, giving him a soft blow.

Uncertainty, surprise and then surprise.

The water mist dispersed, like the sky after rain, showing light and clarity.

Chu Yan trotted up to him, raised his head, and wanted to ask something, but Wen Yan had already moved forward.

She simply shut up, ignored the reason why the boss changed his mind, and just followed him step by step.

The two of them arrived at the same place again, but this time there was no one to stop them.

Jinyuan had already changed her clothes and was waiting outside the Zen room. When she looked at Wen Yan, her whole body was excited and her face was filled with joy.

Wen Yan was an unattainable immortal in the eyes of many girls in the Qing Kingdom. They looked up to him like icebergs and snow lotuses, and worshiped him like they worshiped Qinghui, the god of heaven.

She only dared to look at him secretly, and even looking at him more than once felt like a sin.

Jin Yuan was stunned when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of her eye.

"How do you..."

Halfway through the words, he realized that Wen Yan was also there, so he quickly changed his gentle look, but still had a stern look on his face.

"Master Imperial Master, she is the thief who just stole something. Can you leave it to my daughter to deal with it?"

When Jin Yuan saw that Chu Yan was following Wen Yan, she subconsciously felt that Wen Yan must have been deceived by her.

As a young lady, can't I be compared to a woman of unknown origin?

Chu Yan also looked over.

Wen Yan glanced at Jin Yuan, "Who?"

"This is the one following the Imperial Master."

Wen Yan looked over again, "Do you think I've been cheated?"

"I-I didn't mean that."

Jinyuan's face stiffened and she hurriedly replied.

Chu Yan just stood behind Wen Yan, with a smile on her lips and her lips moving, I said we would meet again.

She said something silently.

Jinyuan's face suddenly turned pale.

"She can't go in!"

she blurted out.

But suddenly she felt her breath suffocated. When she looked over, Wen Yan still had a cold face, but pursed his lips slightly, and heard him say lightly, "No one in Qingguo can teach me how to do things, so be careful what you say, girl!"

This short sentence sent chills all over Jinyuan's body.

She looked up in disbelief and met a pair of eyes that seemed to freeze a person's soul.

How unstained is that, and how indifferent is it?

She couldn't describe it. She only knew that when she looked into those eyes, she couldn't look straight at them. She couldn't hold on for a moment, then she immediately looked away, lowered her eyes, and stood aside honestly, not daring to say another word.

There is a saying that in the Qing Kingdom it is better to offend the prince than the imperial preceptor.

If you say something wrong in front of the emperor, you may have room for maneuver, and you may be able to quibble. If you have evil intentions in front of the imperial master, you may die without a burial place.

The strange thing is that almost no one has ever seen Wen Yan kill someone. He even seems to be ruthless and desireless in many cases, and does not care about worldly affairs. However, there are such rumors, so he becomes more and more mysterious.

Jinyuan did not dare to offend Wen Yan.

She dug her hands into her flesh and could only watch as Chu Yan followed Wen Yan and swaggered to the Zen room.

A pair of eyes that seemed to be able to generate fire.

Chu Yan turned around with some emotion, but still smiled openly.

What's fake is just fake, no matter how you pretend, it can't be real!

Wen Yan took her to the inner room. The Zen room was simple and quiet. There was a cave inside, which almost blocked out all the sounds outside.

In the middle of the Zen room, a plainly dressed woman was kneeling on a futon.

She clasped her hands together, a look of sincerity on her face.

She kept murmuring in her mouth, her eyebrows were kind but lacked vitality.

Back then, the disappearance of the young princess of Prince Jin's Mansion caused an uproar in the capital. Princess Jin's hair turned gray overnight, and from then on, she refused to leave the house.

Over the years, she never gave up.

She does many good deeds in the name of the little princess every year in order to gain blessings for her children.

Chu Yan from her previous life was clearly right in front of her, but she didn't want to return to their arms because of various things.

When I finally returned, Xiyunnuo was separated by yin and yang.

Chu Yan's body seemed to be frozen. She looked at the person in front of her, tears rolling down her face. The memories of her previous life hit her and she was unable to resist.

She came back after thousands of miles and thousands of mountains and rivers because they were looking for them. In this life, she wanted to treat them well and make up for the pain in her previous life.

"princess."

Wen Yan's voice was clear and shallow.

Princess Jin opened her eyes, and she also had a pair of extremely beautiful almond eyes, innocent, pure, and able to hide all the purity and purity in the world.

The corner of her mouth raised into a smile, but she looked at the Buddha statue in front of her and said, "National Master, can I find her?"

"It's been so many years, and I don't know how she is now. A while ago, the prince wanted me to simply accept a girl similar to her as his daughter, but I still refused. The child is very good, but it is not her after all."

As she spoke, she sighed, her brows full of sadness that couldn't be let go.

So many years of anticipation and pain have already made her emotions become calm, calm, and smooth, but there is a long and distant pain that grows in her flesh and bones and sneaks into her breathing.

Therefore, even if he said such words in an ordinary tone, he still had an overwhelming sense of suffocation.

"The princess will get her wish."

Wen Yan's voice was still clear. He glanced at Chu Yan behind him. When he saw the man who was already crying unnaturally, his eyebrows became a little tangled.

At this time, Princess Jin only smiled bitterly, closed her eyes again and started a new round of chanting.

There was only one last volume left today, and she wanted to read it slowly.

Wen Yan went outside quietly, causing the gauze curtain to swing slightly in the air.

Chu Yan squatted on the ground, then knelt on the ground.

She did not speak, but took the shortest time to put away her emotions, then knelt down beside Princess Jin, clasped her hands together, and closed her eyes piously.

After reciting the last volume of scripture, Princess Jin opened her eyes and paused suddenly after noticing something abnormal beside her.

She turned her head and looked at the side face of a very familiar girl.

Chu Yan felt the movement of the people next to him and slowly opened his eyes.

She turned her head and saw the surprise, confusion, surprise, and touch in the other person's eyes... all kinds of emotions were intertwined, and the still beautiful face was already covered with tears.

"Am I dreaming?"

She couldn't believe it. She stretched out her hand tremblingly, but then retracted it. She didn't dare to touch it, fearing that the person in front of her would break if touched.

Chu Yan smiled.

Her eyebrows were crooked in her smile, and her white teeth were exposed. She was innocent and charming, completely matching the little pink dumplings in Princess Jin's memory.

She didn't need any evidence, she knew that this was her little pink dumpling back.