The cute apprentice of the national teacher is charming and wild

426 Chapter 425: That Clean Boy Has Changed

Yun Ranyue returned to Lanyue Palace, Nan Zhuohua saw the small box in his hand and asked what it was.

The cloud dyes the moon, sandalwood spirit fruit.

Nan Zhuohua took it and opened it for a look: "Jing Zhaomu gave it to you?"

"Well," Yun Ranyue nodded, and told her about Master Jia Ruo's exchange of sandalwood fruit for Jing Zhaomu's life.

Although he knew that Jing Zhaomu had always loved Yun Ranyue, but now that she had converted to Buddhism and gave up her emotions and desires, Nan Zhuohua didn't feel any dislike for her.

Jing Zhaomu is undoubtedly smart, he knows what he can't fight for, and he has no delusional desire to force it.

On this point, she knows better than Gu Qingyun that those who know current affairs are outstanding.

Nan Zhuohua looked back at Yun Ranyue, his eyes were shining brightly: "Now that the sandalwood fruit has been obtained, can I return the demon spirit heart to you?"

"No," Yun Ranyue shook her head, gently hugged her and sat on the soft bed, squinting her eyes as if a little tired: "You can't live without the demon spirit."

Her heart has been crushed by Feng Yuan, and she can no longer use it. She can only rely on the Yaoling heart to continue her life. Without the Yaoling heart, she will die.

Nan Zhuohua touched the position of his heart, where there was no heart beating, she asked calmly and seriously: "What will happen if you lose your demon heart?"

"I won't die," Yun Ranyue hugged her into her arms, and kissed her gently on the crook of her neck.

Nan Zhuohua opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but he blocked his mouth, hooked the tip of his tongue and bit it lightly, what Nan Zhuohua wanted to say turned into a whimper, and the random thoughts in his mind were also left behind by her, leaving a blank void .

Nan Zhuohua's body became limp, his arms subconsciously hugged Yun Ranyue's neck, and he got close to him, wanting more.

The fragrance from the two of them lingered around the tip of their noses, which was pleasant and pleasant.

After being separated for a long time, Nan Zhuohua's eyes were red, tinged with a bit of charm, his almond eyes were wet with mist, and Yun Ranyue's light eyes also contained a little bit of blue waves, making him seductive.

Pointing his fingertips on his moist thin lips, Nan Zhuohua approached with blurred almond eyes: "More."

"Unsatisfied," Yun Ranyue chuckled, lowered her head and kissed her small mouth again.

At this time, the door of the palace was knocked, and the fog whispered: "Master."

The two separated, Nan Zhuohua gasped lightly, with a hint of charm in his voice: "What's the matter?"

Wu Yu said: "The eleventh prince of Beiyan is waiting outside the hall, and wants to see the master."

She was talking about Yan Wugui.

Nan Zhuohua looked back at Yun Ranyue and said, "I'll go see him."

"Go." Yun Ranyue nodded.

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Outside the hall, Yan Wugui was standing quietly, his palms clenched, a little nervous.

His eyes are as clear as a spring, as always, he is still that clean boy.

When Nan Zhuohua walked out of the hall, his eyes trembled slightly, and he took a step back in a daze.

"Ashi."

Nan Zhuohua smiled lightly. Although she has grown up now, the boy at this time is half a head taller than her.

"Ah, sister."

When Yan returned, she called softly, the lovesickness in her eyes was bursting, and the tails of her eyes were moist, "Sister, why are you?"

His tone was hesitant, he didn't say anything, Nan Zhuohua also knew that he wanted to ask her about her rebirth, and said with a smile: "Just pretend that I never left."

She didn't say much, and when Yan returned, she was obedient and didn't ask too many questions.

No matter what happened in the middle, as long as his sister came back.

He said: "Sister, I'm going back to Beiyan, and I want to see you when I leave."

He and the fourth prince had originally come to attend the birthday banquet of Emperor Hongyuan, and the banquet was considered to be part of it. Although Emperor Hongyuan has passed away now and the Jin Dynasty has changed, no matter what happens to them, it is useless for them to stay here, so they can only set off to return to the north Yan.

Nan Zhuohua gently took his hand and said with a smile, "Let's go, Sister will see you off."

When Yan returned, she was slightly stunned, feeling the warmth and softness in her hands, and her ears were a little blushing, "Thank you, sister."

She led him, walked slowly, and sent him to the gate of the palace.

Just like when he was a child, he would always hold her hand and follow behind her. Sister's warm palm warmed him during those cold days.

At the gate of the palace, the carriage is waiting.

The fourth prince, Yan Fenglin, was also here, his slender eyes looked clouded, and his expression was not friendly.

Looking at the hands held by Nan Zhuohua and Yan Gui, he couldn't help but feel strange: "No wonder Brother Eleven is reluctant to leave this Dajin Imperial Palace. It turns out that there is a beauty who cares about him."

Yan Fenglin was naturally arrogant, even in Dajin, he didn't know how to restrain himself. In addition, he never took Yan Guishi, a down-and-out imperial brother, seriously.

When Yan returned, he let go of Nan Zhuohua's hand, Qingjuan's face flushed slightly, showing a little annoyance: "Brother Sihuang, don't talk nonsense, this, this is"

He paused, he didn't know what to say, if he said "Sister," Yan Fenglin would definitely recognize her, but it was difficult to explain how she came back from the dead.

"What is it? You raised a woman in Dajin?" Yan Fenglin disdainfully sneered at Yan Gui, "I have been a proton in Dajin for a few years, but I didn't expect you, a kid, to be so lucky that you raised a woman in the palace. "

As soon as the words fell, Nan Zhuohua waved his sleeves, the fierce wind condensed into a strong force, and with a "slap", he slapped Yan Fenglin's face hard, causing him to stagger two steps and hit the carriage behind him .

Yan Fenglin covered his flushed face, pointed at Nan Zhuohua, and glared angrily: "You, you bitch."

"Brother Sihuang," Qingling's cool voice interrupted his words, Nan Zhuohua lazily raised his eyes, "I haven't seen you for a few years, your mouth still needs punching."

Yan Fenglin's lazy and evil tone made Yan Fenglin turn around suddenly, especially the title "Fourth Emperor Brother". When he stared at Nan Zhuohua carefully for a moment, his pupils trembled: "Feng, Fengyao!"

At the banquet of Emperor Hongyuan, Nan Zhuohua showed up, Yan Feng was far away, and didn't look at her carefully, and didn't recognize that she was the eldest princess who made a big show in Beiyan Palace back then.

When Feng Yao was in the Beiyan Palace, he had met several princes of the royal family, so naturally he also knew Yan Fenglin.

As the foster daughter taken in by Yancheng back then, she was named the eldest princess, so she should call the princes of the royal family who are older than her "brother."

Yan Fenglin's legs trembled uncontrollably, staring at Nan Zhuohua: "You, are you a human or a ghost?"

Didn't this woman have died in the Dajin Palace back then?

Nan Zhuohua was too lazy to talk to him so much, so he raised his hand and slapped him unconscious.

The guards at the side didn't dare to say much, and carried Yan Fenglin onto the carriage tremblingly.

Before leaving, when Yan returned, she looked at Nan Zhuohua very reluctantly: "Sister, will you go back to Beiyan?"

Nan Zhuohua narrowed his eyes and shook his head: "I won't go back."

Yueya'er won't go back to Beiyan, and she won't go back either.

When Yan returned, he smiled wryly. His Seventh Emperor brother had already proclaimed himself emperor in Jin Dynasty, and she would also become queen. There was really no need to return to Beiyan.

When Yan returned, she pursed her lips lightly, as if she wanted to say something, she was silent for a moment, her eyebrows and eyes were serious: "Sister, will you be with Seventh Brother?"

Nan Zhuohua hooked his lips and smiled slightly: "We two love each other, we like each other, why can't we be together?"

Yan Gui couldn't refute this.

He lowered his eyes, suppressed the glare in his eyes, and said softly, "If one day, Brother Seventh Emperor and I." The voice of the last few words was too soft, it was blown away by the passing wind.

Nan Zhuohua didn't hear what was behind him, so he folded his arms and leaned forward slightly, and asked, "Huh? What did you just say?"

When Yan returned, she froze for a moment, then smiled lightly: "I said, no matter what happens in the future, you will always be my elder sister."

"Of course," Nan Zhuohua smiled, glanced at the sky, and asked him to get on the carriage: "It's getting late, hurry up and be careful on the road."

Under her urging, Yan returned to the carriage, opened the curtain, and said goodbye reluctantly: "Sister, take care."

Nan Zhuohua nodded slightly, watching the convoy leave.

When the carriage went far away, Nan Zhuohua's eyes were condensed, just now, she vaguely heard the words that Yan returned when she returned, and she met with swords.

If one day, I will meet Brother Seventh Emperor.
Nan Zhuohua squinted her eyes and pressed her eyebrows, hoping that she had heard wrong.

Behind him, there were light footsteps approaching, and a faint fragrance was blown by the wind, Nan Zhuohua didn't look back, he knew who was coming.

Yun Ranyue held a cloak around her body from behind, and Nan Zhuohua leaned back into his arms, "Yueyaer."

"En," Yun Ranyue responded softly.

Nan Zhuohua stared forward, his eyes were far away, and his tone was calm: "You said, one day, will we become enemies with Ah Shi?"

There was a dark light in Yunranyue's eyes: "Why do you ask such a question?"

"It's a sudden feeling," Nan Zhuohua said.

"No one can say for sure what will happen in the future," Yun Ranyue's answer was ambiguous.

He took out a quick brocade handkerchief and wiped his palms with Nan Zhuohua. Nan Zhuohua was confused: "What are you doing? I didn't touch anything dirty."

Yun Ranyue was serious: "You held Yan's hand just now."

He saw it.

Nan Zhuohua laughed: "He's just a younger brother."

"Well, that doesn't work either." Yun Ranyue was still wiping her palms carefully.

Nan Zhuohua laughed, it was the first time he saw this man being so preoccupied.

In the evening, a messenger came to report that when Yan Guishi and Yan Feng had just left the border of Dajin at nightfall, they encountered an assassin, Yan Feng was killed by an arrow, and Yan Feng was injured when he returned.

Yun Ranyue sat at the desk, pondering for a long time with the envelope sent.

Standing in front of her, Qing Yu didn't know what her master was thinking about, so she hesitated and said, "Master, before Beiyan's convoy has gone far, should we send someone to assist Yan Guishi?"

After all, he is also someone that the mistress values ​​very much, so his safety is still very important.

"No need." Yun Ranyue leaned slightly, threw the envelope in her hand on the desk casually, half-closed her eyes: "Even if no one saves him, he can't die."

The one who died could only be Yan Fenglin.

Qing Yu didn't understand why the master was so determined, and couldn't help asking: "Why?"

Yun Ranyue raised her eyes: "Because those killers are all from Yan Gui."

His purpose is to get rid of Yan Fenglin.

Qing Yu was taken aback for a moment, that young man with a clear breeze and a clean body, was actually so cunning and scheming?

"Then the purpose of killing Yan Fenglin is..."

Yun Ranyue leaned back on the chair, squinted her clear eyes: "Remove the obstacles and prepare for the fight for the throne in the future."

Will Yan intend to usurp Bei Yan's throne when she returns?

Qing Yu never imagined that Yan Gui would do such a thing
(End of this chapter)