Chapter 39

Ten years have passed, and the youngest son of that year has grown up.

Unfortunately, he is still living a proton career in the enemy country. It seems that BeiYao country is not in the mood to take the nine princes back. Naturally, the south wing country is not in the mood to take the princes back to BeiYao country.

Since ancient times, there have been many descendants of the emperor. On the continent of Karta, those who were sent to the enemy country as protons usually had no chance to return to China. They either died of depression, or they committed suicide because they could not stand the humble suffering of the enemy country, or they were tortured and killed by the enemy country when war broke out.

What kind of end will this prince wing come to?

The young man, yuwendi, turned to lift the curtain of his car and carefully helped the prince wing down.

The white dress first came into view, followed by the long black hair like jet jade. He walked down from the carriage with his head bowed. The perfect side face made people breathe.

The emaciated figure seemed a little thin. When he got out of the carriage, he untied his cloak and raised his hand. His voice was hoarse: "search."

The breeze blows the face, and the spring flowers and Autumn Moon can't take away the elegant temperament.

Because of her back to her, she could not see what the man looked like. She narrowed her eyes slightly and looked coldly at the back of the thin man with gentle breath, such as the clear wind, the bright moon and the immortal in the sky.

The samurai just looked at his cuffs symbolically and waved them away.

"Thank you." A group of elegant and noble childe's appearance, said thanks, then under Yu Wendi's support, the footstep somewhat frivolous slowly walked in.

When the door was closed, peace was restored outside the proton house. The patrol soldiers came and went carefully.

There's nothing to see. Huang Beiyue can only turn around and leave. Although she was a little curious about the man who played the piano last night, the proton's treatment in the south wing country won't be very good. She still won't bother him.

Last night's piano and Flute Ensemble, which she will never forget, is a lonely and proud heart hidden in the ethereal and graceful music.

If there is a chance, she looks forward to playing a composition with him again.

In the closed proton house, Feng Lianyi walked forward a few steps, suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at the closed door.

Just now, the eyes, which were gentle and restrained, are still cold. There are some demons in the eyes.

"What's the matter, your highness?" Yuwendi is not as impulsive and irritable as he is in front of the warriors outside. He is calm and calm. The wind of the general!

"Nothing." The wind even shook his head, but slightly raised the corners of his mouth, showing a soft smile.

Yu Wendi was stunned. When nobody was around, his highness would never smile, and he would never smile so softly, which made him feel cold.

The wind takes back its eyes and moves on.

Yuwendi said: "tomorrow's banquet will be held in the palace, and the post will be delivered as usual. Will your highness attend?"

Although he is a proton, in the south wing country, many parties and small parties will still send the post here. Several dignitaries in the south wing country admire his Majesty's talent and talent. Therefore, during his ten years as a proton, his Highness has met many people.

In the palace or some aristocratic banquet, your highness will go occasionally.

It's just that his Highness has been suffering from a bit of cold and uncomfortable these two days. Maybe he will push it off.

"It's said that there is a nine star Summoner with the same strength as the prince zhanye in the south wing country. The summoner is one of the five spirits. I want to see such an expert."