Chapter 1263 (1/2)

Just thinking about it, there was a rustle of footsteps behind the cloister. She heard the maid's careful voice: ”be careful, princess, the ground is snowing.”

”It's OK. You don't have to hold me. I can walk by myself.” The clear and moving voice of a woman is soft and clear, just like the murmuring spring water, without any attack.

”But...” the maid hesitated, and the girl who was speaking had broken away from the maid's hand and came slowly.

The little fox was in a daze. When he heard the voice, he turned around. He saw only one person coming to her, but he was about to step down like he didn't see her at all.

Or the moon night moves fast, immediately controlling the fox's consciousness, flashing to the corner quickly, to avoid being trampled on the fate.

The impolite person......

the little fox complains in his heart, but the moon night raises his head, looks at her, and makes a slight movement in his heart. He whispers: ”Princess Beiyue.”

Although she didn't see her for more than a year, she recognized her at a glance. The princess of Beiyue is also 18 years old this year. The more beautiful she is, the more attractive she is. She has a small melon seed face, delicate and soft facial features, and a typical graceful and soft beauty.

If the facial features can be more atmospheric and sharp, I believe it will be better.

This idea was raised in her heart for no reason. The moon night could not help but smile twice. She is jealous. Other people have spirits, but she is just a soul...

then the princess of Beiyue can't see her eyes, so she almost stepped on the fox just now. She is kind-hearted. If she could see, she would have avoided it.

Moon night is more tolerant and compassionate in mind, following her, slowly towards the direction of the piano sound.

The place where the wind even wings play the piano is under a cluster of flower racks in another courtyard. There are no flowers or green vines in this season. There are only a few withered branches swaying sadly in the snow.

Under the flower stand, the fiddler was dressed in white. No matter how heavy the wind and snow were, he seemed to feel nothing.