The cute apprentice of the national teacher is charming and wild

Chapter 87 087: Modesty Mr. Yu, Jing Moyan
Nan Zhuohua ignored Jing Chuwan, turned his eyes and asked Wu Yu: "What happened?"

She had just woken up, Fang Fang didn't know what happened, and she didn't know why she had a conflict with Jing Chuwan.

Nan Zhuohua's influence on Jing Chuwan is very bad, he is pampered and domineering, and will do whatever it takes to get what he wants.

And she knew that every time Uncle Bai saw her, it was like seeing a tigress made of dog skin plaster, which gave her a headache.

Jing Chuwan snorted coldly, and answered in front of Wuyu: "Your maid just attacked my princess's carriage by surprise, causing an accident in my princess's carriage."

Nan Zhuohua glanced at the overturned carriage behind her, raised his eyebrows indifferently, and asked casually: "So?"

Jing Chuwan was annoyed by her casual attitude, and said angrily: "Sneaking into my princess's carriage is an assault on my princess. It is a crime of murder. According to the laws of the Jin Dynasty, murdering the royal family will implicate the nine clans!"

What a great hat to wear!

Wuyu explained: "Little master, it was their carriage that ran into us first."

Nan Zhuohua interrupted: "Sister Wuyu doesn't need to say much, I understand."

She believed that Sister Wuyu would not sneak attack Jing Chuwan's carriage for no reason, unless she provoked them first.

Miyan came out from the back of the carriage, and argued, "It was their carriage that ran over first." If it wasn't for my sister controlling their horse, it would be their carriage that was overturned on the ground now.

Hearing Wuyu and Miyan's excuses, Jing Chuwan didn't take it seriously, and didn't realize that he was at fault at all. He raised his chin and said confidently, "It's my princess who was run over by someone, who made your carriage stand in my way?" .”

Being arrogant and unreasonable is Jing Chuwan's consistent style.

At this time, opposite Nan Zhuohua's carriage, a very simple and low-key carriage slowly drove over with horseshoes rattling.

The carriage stopped not far behind Jing Chuwan.

The groom is a young man with red lips and white teeth. He is sitting in front of the carriage, holding the rein in his hand, looking up at the temporarily blocked street ahead.

With a bitter face, Zhiwen turned his head to the people in the carriage and said, "My lord, the road ahead is blocked by people, we can't get through for a while, we can only wait for a while."

"No hurry, it's okay to wait a moment."

The voice of the person in the carriage was like the shattering wind in a bamboo forest, and as warm as warm jade. Just by hearing the voice, one could tell that he was a modest young man.

Inside the carriage, Jing Moyan was sitting on a ottoman, a co-authored picture scroll was placed on the small table, and an incense burner was placed beside him, and the smoke billowed up, obscuring his outline.

He put his arms on the small table in front, and rested his white jade hands on the scroll.

With the other hand resting on his forehead, he seems to be resting his mind with his eyes closed, his black hair hangs down like a brocade, even if he covers his eyebrows and eyes, he still looks like a gentleman.

Sitting on the carriage, Zhiwen looked at the commotion ahead, and probably understood the reason for the traffic jam ahead. When he recognized Jing Chuwan, he looked back in surprise, and said to Jing Moyan, "My lord, the ninth princess is in front, and she seems to be following someone. quarrel."

Looking back, he stretched his neck to look at the object of Jing Chuwan's quarrel, and when he saw Nan Zhuohua clearly, he continued to convey: "Princess Ninth is arguing with a little girl, that little girl is watching" carefully looked at Nan Zhuohua, and sighed : "The little girl is only about four or five years old."

Has Princess Nine's pampered temperament improved to a higher level now?Now even the children don't give in.

Zhiwen really admires the courage of the little girl opposite, who dared to fight with the nine princesses.

"Ah."

When Jing Moyan heard the words, he closed his eyes and only responded lightly, as if he wasn't very interested.

In this compartment, Nan Zhuohua and Jing Chuwan were still arguing endlessly, and they didn't notice when there was an extra carriage on the opposite side.

Jing Chuwan was arrogant and arrogant, "If you dare to stand in the way of my princess, I will run over your carriage!"

It seems that she just can't reason with Mad Dog, because she can't understand human language at all.

Nan Zhuohua looked at Jing Chuwan and said, "Since you say that, you are blocking our way now."

"This princess is in the way, what do you want!"

Jing Chuwan really brought "arrogant and unreasonable" to the fullest.

"What's the matter?" Nan Zhuohua smiled, with an evil light overflowing from his almond eyes, his smile suddenly turned cold, and he said softly, "Sister Wuyu, run over her!"

Who wouldn't know how to treat a person in the same way.

"How dare you!" Jing Chuwan was startled and furious. How dare this little girl be so presumptuous. She pulled out the saber of the hidden guard beside her and pointed it at Wuyu's neck, her eyes darkened, "Dare to run over me, my princess! Let you die without a place to bury you!"

"Why don't you try?"

Wuyu's cold eyes were staring at the cold light, the reins were tightened in his hands, the horse started to step forward, and began to move around.

Jing Chuwan's hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and her pupils trembled slightly.

She didn't dare to bet, Wuyu's tough eyes made her heart tremble, Nan Zhuohua's tense face didn't seem to be joking, but she didn't want to bow her head and give in.

When she was about to lose the knife in her hand, behind her was Jing Moyan's gentle voice: "Chuwan, don't mess around."

Jing Chuwan was stunned by this voice, and took the opportunity to put down the knife, turned around, saw Jing Moyan coming down from the carriage behind him, and was surprised: "Uncle Ten Emperor?"

Nan Zhuohua also turned his eyes to look at Jing Moyan who got off the carriage, he was very well-built, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, his figure was as thin as bamboo, and it was hard to hide his grace and gracefulness.

Wearing an emerald green shirt, people have never seen such a good-looking person who can wear green clothes. The whole body is as elegant as orchid, clean and clean, not flamboyant, not ostentatious, not flashy.

There is a folk saying: Uncle of the ten emperors Jing Moyan, son of Moshang, is unparalleled in the world, gentle and elegant, and a gentleman.

She is noble and elegant, with a peerless demeanor, second only to the Master of the State Teacher.

Jing Moyan is the youngest younger brother of Emperor Hongyuan, titled Jingli, he is the tenth eldest, he is over 29 years old, and he is almost thirty, yet there is no wife or concubine in his family.

I don't like beauties, human beings and nobles, but I only love splashed ink landscapes.

His mother and concubine are the princesses of the Xirong royal family. They were married to the first emperor when he was married to Da Jin. His mother and concubine died of a sudden illness when he was four years old. Also excellent.

When Emperor Hongyuan seized the heir, all his half-brothers were eradicated by him, leaving only one brother, Qinghe Wang and Jing Moyan.

King Qinghe passed away due to illness in his early years, and only Jing Moyan was left in Emperor Hongyuan's line of brothers.

When Jing Moyan was five years old, he suffered from a serious illness, and later his body became weak. In order to improve his health, he seldom stays in the Imperial Capital every year, and always lives in a villa outside the city.

It is rare to return to Beijing today.

Jing Moyan closed his eyes and walked forward slowly, a few steps away from Nan Zhuohua, raised his eyes, and his eyes inadvertently passed over Nan Zhuohua's small face, this distance was enough for him to see Nan Zhuohua's appearance clearly appearance.

Suddenly, he stared at her little face, lost in thought, and whispered softly: "Phoenix!"

Nan Zhuohua stared at him generously. In his eyes, she saw thousands of emotions intertwined. He looked at her as if he was looking at an old friend.
Nan Zhuohua frowned puzzled, "You look at me like this, do we know each other?"

(End of this chapter)