Raising his eyes a little distractedly, through the hot burning fire, the prince of Nangong saw He Zi's clear eyes again: "You haven't changed, that's right, prince." Who has not had a young age, who has not had a time of true emotion. If the master wants to go over, just hurry over, his subordinates understand. The master can rest assured, everything in this outer world will be properly arranged by his subordinates, and the prince will not be worried. ”

"Well, thank you, thank you for being young." Standing up with some relief, Nangong Prince said gratefully.

"Well, let's go. By the way, she doesn't seem to have eaten enough, so remember to bring her some snacks. With a smile and a wave of his hand, He Zi's enthusiasm was simply higher than that of Nangong Wangye.

"Well, Hezi, we are new to camp here, and this king always feels that there seems to be something unsafe around here. Leave this place to Hezi, Hezi, you must bother a little! After taking a few steps in the direction of the small powder-blue tent, Prince Nangong turned around and told him again and again.

"Got it. Everything is on top of this king here, I guess, there is not much of a problem. The master is also tired from a day today, so let's go over and rest early. He Zi waved his hand gently and smiled.

Nodding deeply, Prince Nangong ran towards the small powder-blue tent as fast as he could.

On the top of the small tent, there is a small night pearl, which illuminates everything in the tent.

Yes, the prince of Nangong saw at a glance that the little guy who was still angry and aggrieved just now was holding a brocade quilt and sleeping sweetly on the thick blanket.

Under the pearlescent light, her complexion was snow-white, and her small nose kept moving there, making a slight snoring sound.

Even in her dreams, her cherry-colored lips were slightly pursed, with a coquettish attitude.

Only a lock of disobedient hair fell from the thick bun, covering her cheeks and fluttering gently there with her light breathing.

Prince Nangong couldn't help but close his eyes first and sort out his thoughts. I don't know why, every time I see this little guy, whether I am asleep or awake, it will make him have a small mood swing.

The kind of emotion that he once despised so much, that kind of unproductive pity and softness, will always come out of the depths of his heart and influence all his emotions.

He found that he was becoming more and more helpless against the occasionally wayward little guy in front of him.

The contempt that used to be, the contempt for the expressions of those nymphomaniacs who were always staring at their faces.

However, now, the prince of Nangong sadly found that he seemed to have been retributed.

In front of her, she seemed to have become the cold and ruthless self she once was. And the poor self has become a dispensable little fan of hers.

This feeling is particularly obvious when he goes to find her every day and has nothing to say, when he racks his brains to cook food for her, and when he repeatedly violates his own principles of doing things for her.

This feeling made him secretly panic and make him quietly desperate. That's why he made up his mind to treat her coldly once in a while.

However, reflecting on the tension in his heart at the moment, Prince Nangong still couldn't help but sigh again with extreme Aisan: It's over, I've already lost, it's over!