Chapter 308: Because I like warmth, 112

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Before I got the exact answer of A Qi, the warm heart always held hope. Her heart thought of countless possibilities. Maybe Qian Qian’s ink was seriously and seriously injured. The place was unconscious and waiting for her salvation.
So she refused to take care of her body, but she had to follow A7 to find someone.
until……
Until they arrived in Seoul.
A seven took her and Xuan Jiu to bring them to Seoul.
The number warmed down the carriage, parked under the horse, staring straight at the dead and deserted city in front of him, not afraid to approach.
A Qi called in the air, but also to fly forward, but the number of warmth is still standing, not moving.
"Princess..." Xuanji gently patted a few warm hands, and the number of warmth was like a dream, and he stunned his throat and turned to ask Xuanjiu. "Will he wait for me in the city?"
Xuan Jiu looked at the clear eyes of the warmth and expectation, but in the end, she did not open her head and could not bear to look at her.
He didn't know how to comfort the number of warmth. Ah Qi gave her hope and brought her to this desperate place.
This place where the king of the king was alive and dead.
Nothing was said about the number of warmth, and quietly went forward.
After a winter, the autumn wind blew in, but it seemed to try to disrupt her heartful thoughts.
This time, Xuan Jiu did not stop her.
He followed her silently.
A number of warmth entered the city, the city can not see people, a dead, only the hustle and bustle of the autumn wind.
A seven took her to a city temple.
I don’t know which tombstone is set up by the people. There is also a piece of armored robes that have been burned in half. It is the robes she has seen. The word
晟王
on the tombstone is clearly reflected in her eyes. Stinging her eyes.
The number of warm eyes blinked. After a while, she looked at the tombstone and said softly: "It turned out that he was dead."
Suddenly, the number of warmth lowered his head, and he hanged down, looked at his round stomach, and lost his tears with no expression.
"The princess, the king is a hero, the living person will always remember him."
A few warm shakes and shakes his head. Suddenly his legs are soft and he almost falls down. Xuan Jiu will not help him.
The number of warmth bite the bite of the lips, and can not restrain their own sobs, "Xuan Jiu, he lied."
"I will never believe him again."
The number of warmth gripped Xuanjiu’s arm and he couldn’t make a sound.
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After returning from Seoul, the number of warmth seems to have changed a lot.
She doesn't talk very much. The things in the business and the Escort are not very much. I often sit alone on the window sill of the yard, and sometimes I can stare at the corner of the window for a long time. I can't wait to see a hole.
Xuan Jiu felt that it was not normal, he went to ask the doctor, the doctor said that it is prenatal depression, to warm up and relax, but Xuanjiu has no way.
Seeing that there are still two months in the warm belly of the child will be born, and the warmth of the mood is always good.
He smashed a letter to the south, hoping that he would return to Beichuan as soon as possible after the war.
On this day, Li Xiaolu ran to the government and said that there was a princess from the Northland who came to the boss. Xuanjiuyi felt that it was not a good thing, so Li Xiaoyu drove him away, and now the number of warmth is not happy. Can't let those troublesome people bother to warm up.
What he didn't expect was that Shibuya found the location of the government by inquiring, and he came straight to him.