After the kiss, I was spoiled by the regent

Chapter 94 Nie Mingsong Arrives

Yu Wenyue supported Nie Mingzhu and let her hold his hand tightly.

Her palms were covered with cold sweat, and she was still trembling slightly, obviously she was too excited.

Finally, after a group of guards, soldiers and servants stood aside, Nie Mingsong's carriage finally stopped at the gate of Prince Ling's Mansion. Someone lifted the curtain, and a tall man in a silver-gray robe got out of the carriage. ,
So thin, so familiar, whoever it is if it's not Nie Mingsong.

"Brother... Big brother!" Nie Mingzhu couldn't bear it any longer, and she walked straight to the door.

With his back to the gate, Nie Mingsong was still facing the carriage, as if he was waiting for someone else in the carriage.

Hearing Nie Mingzhu's toneless "big brother", he paused and turned around slowly.

Nie Mingzhu's heart was tugged several times in an instant, tears fell down uncontrollably, but she was still laughing, crying and laughing at the same time, standing at the door and looking at Nie Mingsong foolishly, and then Can't say a word.

Nie Mingsong's expression suddenly became distressed. He frowned, left the carriage and walked to Nie Mingzhu's side, sizing her up carefully.

"It's been more than a year, Zhuzhu, are you okay?" Nie Mingsong asked.

His voice is not as deep and magnetic as Yu Wenyue, nor as dignified and dignified as Yu Wengan. His voice is as clear as a stream, with the unique gentle ending and flavor of Zhen Guo people, which makes people listen to him very kindly and treats him very well. Difficult to fortify.

Nie Mingzhu nodded hurriedly: "I'm fine, but I miss you and home."

For Nie Mingsong, she has been away from home for more than a year, but for Nie Mingzhu, it has been two real lives.

After Nie Mingsong looked Nie Mingzhu up and down, he finally turned sideways, fixed his eyes on Yu Wenyue, and stepped back: "I have seen the prince."

As soon as Yu Wenyue's eyes focused, he immediately became extremely kind. He raised his hand and said, "Brother, don't be too polite."

Nie Mingsong's hand froze when he saluted.

Nie Mingzhu was also taken aback.

Where did he come from for his kindness?

He didn't even show half of it to her.

But Nie Mingsong reacted quickly: "The prince is polite."

Yu Wenyue was unaware of his unfamiliarity: "We are all a family, so there is no need to be formal. Xiao Wang has prepared a reception banquet for my brother, please."

At this time, the curtain of the carriage was lifted again, and another person came down from inside.

Compared with the last time we met, he has a calmer demeanor, and he has matured a lot, which makes people dare not underestimate him.

Nie Mingzhu's expression changed, Wei Heng.

How could he come?

"His Royal Highness?" Nie Mingzhu blurted out.

Wei Heng got out of the carriage and walked up the steps of Prince Ling's Mansion, smiling lightly: "Ming Song wants to see you, so I might as well come too."

Then he seemed to have just seen Yu Wenyue: "Oh! Lord Ling, long time no see."

Yu Wenyue nodded without expression: "His Royal Highness."

Nie Mingzhu looked back and forth between Wei Heng and Nie Mingsong, and the long-lost family affection was washed away a lot. Nie Mingzhu's mood became complicated, and it was hard not to think of some unpleasant things.

"All move in." Yu Wenyue ordered the guards at the door to move all the people and things brought by Nie Mingsong and Wei Heng into the mansion.

Wei Heng was surprised: "This is?"

Yu Wenyue's expression was impeccable: "This time the two of you are just here to visit relatives. Why bother to go to the inn to spend a lot of trouble and feel uncomfortable. How can it be more comfortable than your own home? Prince Heng and eldest brother will stay here with peace of mind. Although the palace is not big, there are quite a lot of empty rooms."

Nie Mingzhu bit her lip, feeling complicated, and did not raise any rebuttals.

She also wanted to see what Nie Mingsong and Wei Heng were planning.

Nie Mingsong readily agreed: "That's naturally good, but I'm afraid that there will be too many people and it will cause inconvenience to King Ling."

The corners of Yu Wenyue's lips curled into a slight arc: "How could it be? The eldest brother came all the way, and Xiao Wang didn't even have time to welcome him. If there is any inconvenience, you can just stay here with peace of mind."

Wei Heng was somewhat hesitant: "I shouldn't have rejected King Ling's kindness, but..."

"If you shouldn't refuse, don't refuse. If His Royal Highness refuses to stay, he will look down on Xiao Wang's mansion and refuse to be a family." Yu Wenyue cut off the words before he finished speaking. up.

Nie Mingzhu couldn't help looking at Yu Wenyue several times.

What kind of madness is this man.

According to regulations, when a prince from another country comes to his own country, he will naturally live in a post station or a palace, or a residence granted by the emperor, so how can he live in the prince's mansion.

But thinking about Qin Zhi and Wei Jing, Nie Mingzhu also felt that Yu Wenyue had his own intentions in this move.

Nie Mingsong glanced at Wei Heng.

Wei Heng's face was strange, he wanted to refuse but couldn't find a reason, and finally he could only say: "King Ling's kindness is hard to turn down, and I can't refuse, but I will trouble King Ling to take me into the palace tomorrow morning to meet His Majesty."

It is only natural for a prince from a foreign country to visit his own emperor from afar.

"That's natural, His Royal Highness don't need to worry."

After finishing speaking, Yu Wenyue couldn't help the two of them to refuse again, but arranged him into the mansion.

There are about three hundred rooms in Ling Wang's mansion, and there is no problem with adding another hundred or so people.

A welcome banquet brought the relationship between the few people closer.

After dinner, Nie Mingzhu took Nie Mingsong to have a long talk. The two exchanged various things that happened in the past year after they parted and the changes at home and in the country. The brother and sister seemed to have endless words to talk about. friendship.

It seems to be back to the days before Nie Mingzhu was not married.

Chatting from just after dark to the branches on the moon, Nie Mingzhu and Nie Mingsong both had dry mouths, so they reluctantly went back to their respective courtyards.

Nie Mingsong found it funny seeing her eagerly refusing to let go: "Okay, I'm not leaving tomorrow, we can talk slowly if we have anything to say."

Nie Mingzhu immediately asked: "Brother, have you confirmed your itinerary and how long can you stay in Song?"

"Hmm..." Nie Mingsong thought for a while, and said, "If I come alone, I can stay with you for a month or two, but the crown prince is also here, so he can't hang around for too long, let alone at this time. In troubled times, the Song Kingdom will fight wars and get married again. There are many things to do, so it is not easy for us two foreigners to bother us for too long. Let us stay for half a month at most."

Nie Mingzhu's heart sank the more she listened.

What he said was very reasonable.

But she always thought it was an excuse, an excuse that he didn't want to stay longer in Song Dynasty.

Use Wei Heng as a shield?She didn't believe that Wei Heng would follow with a sneer.

These two people are clearly behind each other.

Nie Mingsong seemed to see her unhappiness. He reached out and patted Nie Mingzhu's head: "Good boy, brother will try to stay longer and spend more time with you."

Nie Mingzhu tried to smile: "The boat is exhausting, brother, go back and have a rest, you and I can talk tomorrow, I will take you to visit the royal city."

Nie Mingsong's loving eyes were a little deeper, and he smiled amiably: "Okay, you should also rest earlier, and you can't be tired now."

Nie Mingzhu watched Nie Mingsong leave.

Then the smile on the corner of his lips seemed to freeze, and he slowly let it go.

After returning to Zhuwu, Nie Mingzhu found that Yu Wenyue had already gone to bed and waited for her.

His hair was scattered in a bun, his long hair was hanging down, and his forehead was only half-tied with moon-white silver patterns.

Although it was late autumn, Yu Wenyue was not afraid of the cold. He opened his pajamas, revealing his bulging and firm chest muscles, and outlined light and dark shadows under the candlelight.

He was leaning against the bed, holding a volume of book in his hand, and he was reading it fascinatedly with one long leg bent.

(End of this chapter)