The medical concubine soars to the sky: the lord lightly pets

Chapter 119
The milky white invitation card made of Jinpa was embroidered with orchids. Nangong Yun smelled the faint fragrance on it, and the magnificent and handsome figure appeared in front of his eyes. The signature on the invitation card was embroidered with two beautiful characters in black thread—— -setting sun.

Sheng Xia looked at the invitation in Nangong Yun's hands curiously, and praised: "This Mr. Binglan is very elegant, even one of the invitations is made of silver silk handkerchiefs, those who don't know it think it is a token of love Woolen cloth."

Wan Qiu glanced at Nangong Yun's face, patted Sheng Xia lightly, and said angrily, "Don't talk nonsense."

Nangong Yun's slender fingers gently twirled the Fang brocade handkerchief, but the scene in the ice room of Fu's mansion kept echoing in his mind that day.

She would not be mistaken for that elegant and gentle figure, it must be him, Fu Canyang.

But why did he appear there?
Fu Canyang, Fu Canyang...

A thought flashed through Nangong Yun's mind, could it be that Mr. Binglan, who is famous all over the world, is also a child of the Fu family?

In fact, there are many things that Nangong Yun can't figure out.

For example, why is Fu Zhai so mysterious that even Du Yunlie's hidden guards couldn't break in, but failed so miserably; It has already penetrated into Du Yunlie's body, as long as he ignores it, Du Yunlie will surely die. Since they were intent on killing him, why did they bother to save him?
Also, if the Fu family really had the intention of treason, why did the emperor visit the Fu family in person and return to Beijing unscathed?
What's even more strange is that Fu Qilin, the head of the Fu family, and the current emperor look more like old friends. It's rare that they knew each other before?
All kinds of doubts emerged in Nangong Yun's heart. It seemed that there were too many things she didn't know about, and Du Yunlie had no intention of letting her know. Even Mo Ju's own people were bought by Du Yunlie. Suddenly there is a feeling.

Some things seem to be done by herself, but in the end, she has a feeling of being manipulated, as if there is a big hand behind her, pushing her forward step by step, so what is this outstretched hand? Du Yunlie's, or Fu Canyang's?

Nangong Yun smiled faintly, put away the invitation, and said, "Changing clothes, I'm going out for a while."

Sheng Xia and Wan Qiu followed her into the inner room and asked, "Miss, where are you going?"

Nangong Yun unbuttoned her waist, and gave Sheng Xia a white look, "Where else can I go, of course it is the number one village in the world."

Nangong Yun thought it over clearly, no matter whether the hand behind her was Du Yunlie's or Fu Canyang's, it was impossible for her to let them manipulate her, and it was even more impossible for her to be used by them in a daze and willingly.

Du Yunlie has a long life, she can study it slowly, and she believes that no matter what Du Yunlie does, she will never harm her, but this does not mean that she is willing to be a marionette, on the contrary, she hates being used as a tool in her life use.

Even if this person is her favorite husband, absolutely not.

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The first village in the world

The nanmu carriage had just stopped at the entrance of Tianxia No. [-] Village, Nangong Yun rolled up the sedan chair curtain, and saw Fu Canyang standing at the entrance with his hands behind his back in a white brocade robe with a warm smile on his face.

With a thought in Nangong Yun's mind, there are such perfect men in the world.

Whenever I saw him, he was always such a calm and personable gentleman.

Not long after, when Nangong Yun thought of Fu Canyang again, she finally understood that the more gentle, harmless and polite a person looks, the colder his indifference is to the bone. People shudder.

Nangong Yun got off the sedan chair, raised her eyelids slightly and looked up at Fu Canyang who was on the steps, and smiled softly.

Fu Canyang looked at Nangong Yun who was smiling sweetly, his lips moved slightly, his pupils dilated unconsciously, and he felt a little crazy in his heart.

The Nangong Yun in front of him is still the stunningly beautiful and talented beauty at the hero conference, but for some reason, he can always remember that day when she had a pale face, and she knelt down at his feet with all her strength, touching her. The pitiful look of holding his shoes and begging him, nothing makes people feel distressed.

Whenever he thinks of that scene, he feels pity unconsciously in his heart. This is a heartache he has never felt before, only for Nangong Yun.

Feeling unacceptable, going deeper.

Fu Canyang didn't know what kind of emotion he had for Nangong Yun, perhaps, it wasn't love, but a feeling of sympathy.

Because, once upon a time, he also knelt down at a person's feet and begged him to let him go, but that person kicked him out cruelly. A trace of pity.

Fu Canyang regained his composure, went up to meet him, cupped his hands and said: "The queen concubine is here to welcome you, please forgive me for being too far away."

Nangong Yun saluted lightly, and said with a faint smile: "Master Fu, you don't need to be too polite, you should call me Miss Nangong."

"Miss Nangong, please." Fu Canyang waved his hand to invite Nangong Yun to enter the mansion. Nangong Yun nodded slightly and walked in slowly.

Fu Canyang accompanied Nangong Yun wandering in the garden, looking at the colorful fallen flowers all over the ground, Nangong Yun felt emotional.

Time flies so fast, it was still summer when we left Shengjing, and when we turned around, it was already autumn.

Nangong Yun looked at the budding chrysanthemums all over the yard, which were so colorful and lovely, he couldn't help asking, "Do you like chrysanthemums very much, sir?"

Fu Canyang smiled faintly: "Drink the fallen dew of magnolia in the morning, and eat the fallen flower of autumn chrysanthemum in the evening."

Nangong Yun turned her head to look at him, with a bright smile in her eyes, she raised her lips, "It turns out that the young master also yearns for such a life, but it coincides with Yun'er."

Fu Canyang smiled warmly, but Nangong Yun sighed softly, "Although Mulan is good, she is too noble. Although chrysanthemum is good, she is also too lonely. Nothing is perfect in this world. , how can we avoid getting dusty? What we can’t get is the best, and the reason why we yearn for such a beautiful and pure day is just because we can’t get it.”

Fu Canyang stared at Nangong Yun, with a slight smile in his eyes, "The reason why wishes are beautiful is not because we can't achieve them, but because we firmly believe that we can achieve them one day. The days of drinking dew in the morning and eating chrysanthemums in the evening, It’s not just an obsession. As long as Miss is willing, Setting Yang is willing to make it come true for you.”

Nangong Yun was startled, and then smiled lightly: "Thank you, my lord, for your kindness, Yun'er is ashamed."

Fu Canyang looked at her with confused eyes, "If there is only one woman in this world who is worthy of such obsession, in Canyang's heart, only Nangong Yun is the only one."

Nangong Yun raised his head to look at him, and said word by word: "Young Master Setting Yang, I'm already married."

"I don't care." Fu Canyang smiled lightly.

(End of this chapter)