Rebirth of the scholarly lady

Chapter 800

Perhaps in front of Xiahou Lingche like this, Nan Surou was always unable to show her hostility, she said lightly: "Thank you, Prime Minister, you have been waiting here for a long time, you don't have to go to this point."

"Everyone has the persistence to guard hard." Xiahou Lingche uttered such a sentence without emotion.

His voice is still like a warm wind that can affect the air atmosphere, turning into a cold dew that is cold and moist and silent in the dark night.

The fragrant night wind sculpts the ice and snow into beautiful waves.

The out-of-season roses bloom beautifully in the courtyard.

Nan Surou said lightly: "I don't have time to talk nonsense to a heartless person like you. I just met this man on the road. He exchanged his life with me for something of equal value. It's not suitable to be placed in Nanfu, so Sent here."

Murong Ruan who was at the side was already terrified by this strange atmosphere, but now that he heard that Nan Surou wanted to place him here, he immediately felt that he had just stepped out of the tiger's den and into the wolf's den.

Everyone in the Holy Dynasty knew that the prime minister Xiahou Lingche had a crush on the former princess Nan Surou.

And listening to the conversation between Nan Surou and the beautiful young man in front of him just now, this young man in white clothes who is so beautiful that he is not human is clearly the young prime minister who has been rumored to be miraculous.

Murong Zhen is just a grassroots person, how dare he compete with the prime minister for glory.

What scares Murong Hun the most is that it was Nan Surou who brought her back to Shui Wuyue. Murong Hun doesn't believe that the young prime minister in front of him is as harmless as he appears on the surface. Men are like lions, who regard other men as themselves His rival in love, maybe this Prime Minister Xiahou will show his fierceness when Nan Surou leaves.

In fact, Murong Zhen's intuition was accurate. When Xiahou Lingche saw Murong Zhen for the first time, there was a trace of haze in his clear eyes.

Murong Zhen immediately knelt down and thanked him: "Thank you, Miss Nan, for saving me. I, Murong Zhen, have delivered all the tokens to you. Murong Zhen is at your service and dare not bother the Prime Minister. Please, Miss Nan, send me to Murong Mansion. The assassins only dare to attack me when I am out, they will not extend their hands to Murong Mansion."

Dong Liu snorted coldly at the side: "Just now you didn't ask us to send you back to the Murong Mansion. What you were thinking about was those dirty things, right? Seeing the prime minister now is like a mouse seeing a cat. You should have been killed by the assassin just now. hands."

"Forget it, Dongliu, send him to Murong Mansion." Nan Surou glanced at Murong Zhen lightly, then raised her eyes and said, "I was talking to the Prime Minister in Shuiwuyue, after you send him away Come back and pick me up."

"But, miss..." Dong Liu was worried about letting Nan Surou and Xiahou Lingche be alone.

"He won't do anything to me, you just have to worry about doing things." Nan Surou said casually, and started walking towards Xiahou Lingche.

Dongliu and Mier had no choice but to bow and obey orders. Behind Nan Surou, the two of them raised up Murong Ruan who was kneeling on the ground expressionlessly, and threw him into the carriage. Mier picked up the reins and drove He drove away in a carriage.

Nan Surou stepped on the steps illuminated white by the moonlight, and approached Xiahou Lingche step by step.

Xiahou Lingche's expression was as calm as ever. He raised the rose in his hand and said, "A bouquet of red roses is presented as a warm welcome to the distinguished guest. Will you accept it?"

"I'm tired of hearing your lies." Nan Surou didn't take the rose in front of her, and said, "In Daqin, sending a rose is a sign of courtship. In many countries, roses represent different degrees of love. Love, whether it's first love or crazy love, I don't think it matches your feelings for me, and I don't accept your love."

The expression on Xiahou Lingche's face didn't loosen at all, and he still had a smile that was not a smile. He put down the rose, sighed, shook his head gracefully and said, "You have hatred in your eyes."

"You killed my best comrade-in-arms." Nan Surou said coldly.

Without love, how can there be hate?

Xiahou Lingche explained Nan Surou's most hated feeling in one word.

"I killed one of your troubles." Xia Hou Lingche said lightly: "You don't love him, and you will never love him. It is a kind of torture for him to continue living in this world."

"Why do you think I won't love him in the future?" Nan Surou raised her eyebrows and said, "If you can live, no one can predict the future."

"Although you don't admit it, the person you love is me, so he has no chance." Xiahou Lingche said with an unchanged expression.

Hearing these words, Nan Surou trembled as if struck by lightning, she sarcastically said in a colder voice: "Master Prime Minister is really confident in himself."

"I'm just telling the truth." Xiahou Lingche nodded slightly, and he made a gesture of invitation, inviting Nan Surou to enter Shuiwuyue.

So far, Xiahou Lingche has shown due humility, acting arrogantly and calmly, speaking wildly, and acting restrained.

Nan Surou didn't say much, and walked in. Xiahou Lingche was the one who brought her back to life. After going through so much, Nan Surou really wanted to know what benefits this man like a devil would get from her. , this kind of curiosity gnawed at her heart like a virus, making her terrified all day long.

Xiahou Lingche followed Nan Surou.

The two walked side by side in the dimly lit corridor.

There is mist in Minazuki, and the warm breath comes from the mountain hot springs. The temperature here is extremely high, as if forming two contrasting worlds with Minazuki.

Looking at the familiar scenery that I haven't seen in eight years, and the roses full of tenderness and sweetness, Nan Surou suddenly said: "I remember that Mirazuki planted beautiful cherry blossoms before, and Mirazuki planted them all in your hand. Qiangwei, when will you feel sad for spring and autumn?"

"Maybe it's only in the moment of looking back." Xiahou Lingche's voice was calm and unwavering.

"Unfortunately, I have no room to look back." Nan Surou said mercilessly. She felt that it was impossible for her to love this scumbag in front of her again. Even if the indelible emotion still existed, she would find a way to kill it. .

"It's okay, I know what I'm doing, and it's enough to face my heart." Xiahou Lingche's voice was as erratic as a cloud in the sky.

"I hate the way you look like you have everything under control." Nan Surou squinted at him, "You have broken through my established impression of a demon."

Hearing Nan Surou's words, Xia Hou Lingche suddenly smiled. His smile was clear and free of impurities, and it looked so pleasing to the eye.

Xiahou Lingche chuckled, and said, "Perhaps, I just want to appear in front of you in a completely different image, as a demon who is full of elegance."

(End of this chapter)