concubine, you cant do

Chapter 327 Parents' old affairs (2)
"Okay, Brother Chen hasn't sent me back to my home for a long time." Nan Muchen was slightly taken aback by this sentence with the charm of a girl. In his memory, Zishu has always been indifferent, like clear soup and small water, gentle and peaceful Ya, but this smile is full of cleverness and fun, as if returning to the past.

However, the little sister from the past can't go back to the past after all.

Nan Muchen thought it was normal, raised his hand to touch her head, and said to her, it was too bland, but in the end he moved his hand and didn't mention it.

A group of people went to Xiangzong's mansion.

Zongzi Shu's father was the minister of the Ministry of War, and Nan Muchen had a very close relationship with Zongzi Shu, so even if someone passed by, he didn't say much, besides, Zongzi Shu had long been the appointed Crown Princess, so there was no need to discuss it.

It wasn't until the prince left that the oppressive atmosphere surrounding Prince Qi's mansion completely disappeared.

Only then did Hanshuang enter the courtyard with a medicine cup, and vaguely saw that there seemed to be a stranger in Leng Yannuo's room, but when he listened carefully, there was no movement. Thinking that Leng Yannuo was injured, it was not deep or deep. If he wanted to break in...then he quickened his pace, and before he could respond, he pushed open the door.

"Little..." The voice was originally anxious and anxious that something might happen to the young lady who was suddenly taken away, but when she saw Leng Yannuo sitting on the couch drinking tea, her voice sounded As soon as it was broken, he slapped his chest and took a few steps forward, "Miss, you scared me to death, I thought..."

"What do you think?" Leng Yannuo raised his head, his eyes sparkled brightly, and the inside was full of colors, which made Hanshuang's eyes dazzled, "I made a medicinal soup, you can drink it."

"En." Leng Yannuo nodded, took the medicinal soup handed over by Hanshuang, and drank it all in one gulp.

The window was half open, and the luxuriant flowers and branches outside the courtyard swayed slightly with the wind, and the pure white gardenias fell to the ground, and the faint fragrance lingered in the air.

"Miss, you really don't want me to see the wound?" Frost was quite concerned about Leng Yannuo not letting her see the wound, her small mouth was raised high, but when she saw Leng Yannuo handing over the medicine bowl, she said calmly , "I'm afraid that if you read it, you will rush into the palace in the middle of the night to assassinate Nan Muchen, and I will be too tired to save you by then."

"Well, it will hit someone, which means the injury is not serious." Frost raised her head, and her energy returned, and she almost couldn't help laughing when she saw Leng Yannuo.

"However, miss, this medicine is so bitter, you actually drank it all in one gulp, you are too powerful." Frost gave Leng Yannuo a thumbs up, her face seemed to be glowing.

Leng Yannuo looked at the bowl of medicine with only black residue left, and curled his lips slightly, "I think it tastes good, you can try it too."

"Well, please forgive me. I am not afraid of the five major punishments of Miao Zong, but I am afraid of this bitter medicine. I am really afraid of drinking it." sad.

Leng Yannuo stroked Hanshuang's eyebrows with one hand, and rubbed them lightly, "After that, don't drink it."

"I won't drink any more." Frost nodded, and the two looked at each other with a smile, and something slowly settled with the dust in this smile.

"Is there any news about Miao Zong?" Leng Yannuo asked suddenly.

Frost shook his head, "Don't worry, those elders are very self-confident. If you suffer a loss, they will definitely have to find their way back. I guess they won't come to the Lie Kingdom in a while, and they will have to find a backer or something dishonest." "Han Shuang raised his eyebrows at Leng Yannuo's secretive words, then turned his head slightly, "pedantic."

Leng Yannuo slapped Frost's head with his palm, and said without hesitation, "Ghost spirit, are you sure that those elders are looking for the right person, you are indeed the young master of the Miao sect, and you are not pretending."

"Ah, how many times have I told you, miss, don't hit me on the head."

The night is dead.

Nanguo Imperial Palace, in the king's bedroom, Nan Muchen looked at the screen behind which Leng Yannuo hid for a long time and could not speak for a long time, the dark brows made the hall that was originally bright as night pearls and brightly lit like daytime look a bit dark.

In the dark part of the palace, there was a faint voice of conversation.

"The prince is bewitched."

"Today the crown prince did not come up with any results. At the border, General An, who had been guarding the border, passed away suddenly..."

"It's a troubled time." The man who spoke first looked up to the sky and sighed, seemingly distressed, but no matter what, he felt that there was a hint of excitement in that expression.

"Besides, it's impossible for anyone to experience such a thing. One side is a mother and the other is a father. This..." Another man spread his hands and made a bitter face.

"You talk a lot recently, do you want the crown prince to send you to Siguoya?" Ni Yue said something abruptly, and the two people who were originally talking shut up instantly.

There was a moment of silence outside the hall, and inside the hall, Nan Muchen heard the sound disappearing outside the hall, and shook his head helplessly. At this moment, if she was here, it would be great, even if he sneered, he would be happy with it.

Leng Yannuo, you know, you are destined not to be far away from me in this life, the secret words...

The original night was also deep and silent.

In Qi Wangfu.

Leng Yannuo hasn't slept for a long time, she looks at the reflection of the willow branches outside the window, smells the superfluous faint fragrance of flowers in the air, like a human hand, gently brushing the flower head of the bud, her heart tightens inexplicably, then loosens again .

There seems to be a slight sigh in the air, and the dull emotion has been lingering for a long time but has not entered the house for a long time. The night frost is falling, and there is a faint mist in the air.

Leng Yannuo turned over again, ignoring the already extremely clear and familiar Ruxue Silan Qingya in the air.

For a long time, silently, a cold snow lotus-like breath spread in the room, followed by a slightly cold hand on Leng Yannuo's shoulder, Leng Yannuo did not avoid, but did not move, just Just laying down like this, as if she was really in a deep sleep, not knowing anything.

The visitor walked to the side of the bed and looked at the black and bright eyelashes under the dense moonlight. Under the eyelashes, the eyes were slightly closed, and a faint blueness could be seen faintly, and the eyes were slightly focused.

"Leng Yannuo, are you blaming me?" The person who spoke didn't seem to have thought about asking for an answer after asking, but just sat down on the edge of the bed, a force of gravity pressed down, and the bed moved slightly, even Leng Yannuo felt The other party flicked his sleeves lightly, the elegant and gentle movement of lifting the robe, slowly sketched in his mind, every move is an elegant youth that attracts people's eyes.

Murong Shengrui lightly stroked Leng Yannuo's brow with his hand, Leng Yannuo pretended to be an unintentional sleepy movement, dodging lightly, Murong Shengrui felt empty, feeling frustrated, "Let me tell you a story." Murong Shengrui's hand lightly stopped on Leng Yannuo's shoulder for a while, and his voice spoke eloquently, "Twenty years ago, there was a glass king in Tianmu State, Murong Qianchen, who was known as the number one son in the world. Dust, the white clothes are all over the world, the world is dusty, and the moment is eternal. Mr. Murong has a gusty chest, is gorgeous, and has a very close relationship with the emperor Murong Qiuhua. One of them became emperor early, and the other became famous all over the world. Although they stand in the same boat, men rule the world, wake up to see the great mountains and rivers, who doesn't want this country, Murong Qianchen is proficient in military strategy and military strategy, and he is proficient in all kinds of military tactics and strategies, and prevents foreign thieves from invading. It's prosperous, but there are people who can't see this pure land with their own eyes." Murong Shengrui paused lightly, pulled away the brocade quilt at the side, and gently covered Leng Yannuo's body, but his eyes did not leave Leng Yannuo's thin strip. The transparent back was looming under the moonlight, and the bluish-red color on the back was obviously not obvious, but at this moment, it was so dazzling that Murong Chenghe's eyes ached slightly.

(End of this chapter)