The nanny smiled and said: "Today is the wedding day of the fifth prince, so the palace should be lively!"
An Yi felt a pain in her heart. She suddenly bent over and covered her chest.
The day when Long Yeli got married?
The grandma was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward and asked: "What's wrong with the princess?"
An Yi shook his head, feeling that his heart was extremely depressed, the corners of his eyes were sore, and the tears couldn't help but fall down.
Pulling the white fox cloak on his body so that his little face was not covered and the nun wouldn't notice anything strange, An Yi sniffed deliberately, held back his tears, and said, "It's a bit cold, I'm going to the greenhouse first. If anything happens to the Queen Mother, please call me!"
Mammy responded quickly.
An Yi walked towards the greenhouse step by step, her heart burning uncomfortably.
After sitting down in the greenhouse, a palace maid came in to wait on her, but An Yi sent her away.
Lying on the table, An Yi's heart boiled with unspeakable pain. The flames of the stove in the greenhouse seemed to be colder than ice water. His mind was in chaos, and figures kept shaking. His brain seemed to explode. Finally, the figures slowed down. Slowly and clearly, she saw the young Long Yeli. In the most beautiful time, he held her hand, and she stood side by side with him, watching the world go by, following each other step by step.
An Yi didn't know how she walked out of Duanli Palace. She stood on the corridor outside the fifth prince's palace.
After the fifth prince was released, he no longer lived in the Plum Blossom Garden where the corridor stretched out, but returned to his original palace. Now, the palace was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and even the faces of the palace residents who came in and out were filled with excitement. Looking happy.
An Yi was wearing a white cloak, and the big white fox fur blocked half of her face. She stood blankly, her mind going blank.
The sound of blowing and beating slowly came over, and a team welcoming the bride appeared at the other end of the corridor. The bright red wedding sign opened the way at the front. Long Yeli was riding on a horse in a dazzling red wedding dress, looming behind him. A corner of the red wedding sedan appears.
Anyi stepped forward step by step, and suddenly, a white figure rushed out, grabbed Anyi, and whispered: "Why are you here?"
An Yi opened his eyes in confusion and saw clearly that the man in front of him was Long Yule.
She raised her eyes and looked around, yes, why is she here? She was clearly waiting for the Queen Mother in the conservatory of Duanli Palace just now!
The sound of blowing was getting closer and closer. Long Yule grabbed An Yi's arm and ran away, his white cloak fluttering on the red palace road.
Long Yeli raised his eyes, looked at the running figure, and couldn't help but want to dismount.
It¡¯s her, she¡¯s coming, she¡¯s coming!
Beside him, Luan Liuming quickly stopped Long Yeli: "Fifth prince, we haven't arrived at the palace yet!"
Long Yeli couldn't care anymore, pushed Luan Liuming away, and quickly ran forward.
Luan Liu was stunned for a moment and watched helplessly as Long Yeli sped towards a white figure in the distance.
The palace people and the Zhao family who were seeing off their relatives all looked at each other.
Luan Liuming quickly ordered his people to move forward, and he chased after him.
When the news reached the wedding sedan behind, Zhao Qingqiu clenched his fingers.
He escaped? Did he finally escape?
Long Yule dragged An Yi and ran very far. He stopped, calmed his breath, and was about to ask Anyi something, but he saw An Yi staring at the top of his head and not moving.
Long Yule looked back in confusion. Behind them was the school where the princes went to school. There were red plum blossoms blooming inside the wall.
A man's face suddenly appeared in An Yi's mind, standing under the plum blossom tree and smiling at her. The petals of plum blossoms were flying all over the sky, and each one seemed to carry the spirit of the flower. The man bathing in the flying snowflakes and rain, as beautiful as a dream, stretched out his hand to her. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com