Eighth Ye's Savage Concubine

Chapter 610 The Wedding
Seeing that Nangong Wuchen didn't speak, Su Nuannuan immediately understood that Nangong Wuchen had really misunderstood.

This misunderstanding seems a bit big.

Knowing that this matter was a misunderstanding, Nangong Wuchen lost his mood immediately.

With a dark face, he drank with the guests.

The guests saw that he had a weird smile on his face just now, but now he had a straight face, and his nervous heart was pounding.

It's over, looking at the expression of their regent, it seems that something big is going to happen!
Of course, they are not the most nervous.

Nangong Yishu was sitting in the front seat, and he was really in a bad mood.

He looked at the ever-changing expression on Nangong Wuchen's face, and suddenly remembered what Nangong Yiran had threatened him a few days ago, and he was very anxious.

Could it be that Nangong Yiran already told Nangong Wuchen and Su Nuannuan what he did.

It doesn't matter if Nangong Wuchen finds out about it, but if Su Nuannuan finds out about it, the consequences may be disastrous.

After all, everyone knows that the regent of Xiliang Kingdom is very fond of his wife.

As long as Su Nuannuan told him to go east, he would definitely take Su Nuannuan all the way to the east.

If Su Nuannuan let the Nangong Wuchen gang vent their anger safely, then his throne might not be able to be kept.

However, he didn't have any rights in his hands, even if he wanted to resist, he was powerless.

The night is getting deeper.

The banquet finally came to an end under the uneasy mood of everyone.

Nangong Yiran didn't drink too much wine, and his mind was still very clear.

He walked along the corridor to the door of the new house, and was about to open the door to enter when a woman's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Nangong Yiran, how can you forgive me?"

Hearing the voice, Nangong Yiran turned his head slowly.

I saw a young girl in a fiery red robe appearing under the night sky.

The girl came quickly, holding a long whip.

She stood in front of Nangong Yiran, her red lips pursed slightly.

An Ran was sitting on the bed in the new house, when she heard a woman's voice outside the door, she suddenly lifted the red hijab on her head.

She got up quickly and walked towards the door. As soon as she opened the door, a long whip greeted her face.

Suddenly, An Ran was slightly startled.

She was just about to dodge, but Nangong Yiran suddenly stood in front of her, holding the whip firmly in his hand.

"Liu Yun, what are you doing!"

Looking at the girl in red standing in front of her, Nangong Yiran's expression immediately darkened.

An Ran followed Nangong Yiran's line of sight, and saw a girl who was about the same age as Nangong Yiran standing under the night sky.

The girl was delicate and cute, and the bright moonlight poured down on her chubby cheeks.

Seeing her whip being blocked by Nangong Yiran raising her hand, Liu Yun frowned, her red lips tightly pursed into a line.

She glanced at Nangong Yiran, then turned her head to stare at An Ran who was guarded by Nangong Yiran, her eyes seemed to be about to burst into flames.

"I heard that you were going to marry the princess, so I rushed back day and night. I didn't believe it at first, but I didn't expect it to be true."

Perhaps because she was too angry, Liu Yun ruthlessly pulled back the long whip held by Nangong Yiran.

The long whip rubbed against Nangong Yiran's palm, causing him to feel a fiery pain in his palm.

Nangong frowned, clenched his injured hand into a fist, and threw it behind him.

Liu Yun met Shang Nangong Yiran's eyes, and suddenly shouted: "Nangong Yiran, you are mine, how can you marry her!"

(End of this chapter)