This bastard prince, if you don't eat her tofu all of a sudden, you will die, and you have to tease her even if you eat.

But I am faintly happy in my heart, such a conversation and getting along with each other has really not been seen for a long time.

He shoved the fish into his hand and said with some hatred, "You can't stop your mouth when you eat." ”

Nangong Ling teased her and accepted it when she saw it, took the fish and sent it to his mouth, he has a noble status, he has been pampered since he was a child, and he has been well-educated when he eats, even if he eats with such a thing in the wild, he still has an elegant and noble posture, which makes people look very comfortable.

The other ones in Ruan Yanluo's hand were almost baked, so he found a place with a small fire, baked the fish slowly, and took one of his own bites.

I haven't done this kind of thing for a long time, but the craftsmanship has not regressed, Ruan Yanluo squinted his eyes, very satisfied with this, and was about to take a second bite, when suddenly his hand was empty, and the fish was taken away out of thin air.

As soon as Ruan Yanluo turned her head, she saw Nangong Ling holding the fish she was holding just now in her hand, and slowly brought it to her mouth.

"There's still there." Ruan Yanluo pointed to the fish on the shelf that she had set aside.

"This king thinks your one looks more delicious." Nangong Ling said this kind of far-fetched reason when he heard it, and he could still do a serious thing on his face.

"You ......" Ruan Yanluo was extremely depressed, he was also a dignified prince, and he could say this kind of thing.

Nangong Ling leaned into her ear and whispered, "The things you have eaten are just more delicious." ”

Ruan Yanluo's ears were itched by his breath, and when he listened to his words again, he suddenly found that the place where he bit was the one he had just eaten.

Although the two of them had done more intimate things than this, her face couldn't help but turn red as she watched Nangong Ling's tender lips bite down on the place where she had eaten.

Nangong Ling moved down little by little.

Ruan Yanluo turned his head violently and didn't look at him.

The two of them sat together, and the other people were a little away from them, and their movements were so quiet that even if they saw them talking, they wouldn't know what they were talking about.

At this time, Ruan Yanluo's face was red and hot, and when others saw it, they would only think that it was reflected by the bonfire, and they would not think much about it. But these small interactions did not escape Yan Ming's eyes at all.

A very complicated look flashed in his eyes, and his lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know whether to say it or not.

Ruan Yanluo turned his back to Nangong Ling, not wanting to look at the demagogic demon, but Nangong Ling's low laughter kept reaching his ears, and he deliberately said: "The little fish is really delicious." ”

Ruan Yanluo felt that even a bonfire would not be able to hide the red on her face, so she glared at Nangong Ling fiercely and said in a low voice, "Besides, I'll throw all the fish into the fire." ”

Nangong Ling smiled even more, but said aggrievedly on his face: "I'm praising you for the deliciousness of your cooking, don't you even allow this?" ”

Ruan Yanluo was angry, this bastard prince, he dared to swear to the heavens, did he really mean this? Not a deliberate pun?

Seeing that the sweet and warm atmosphere of this scene was getting stronger and stronger, Yan Ming finally couldn't help it, and said, "King Ling, it's already okay for you to send your master here, and you don't have to send it anymore on the road behind, right?" ”

As soon as the words came out, the originally warm and harmonious atmosphere cooled down in an instant.

Nangong Ling's narrow eyes blinked slightly, and the surface looked calm, but the coldness in his eyes could almost freeze people.

The smile on Ruan Yanluo's face also sank.

"Yan Ming, what do you mean by this?" Ruan Yanluo asked.

Although Yan Ming's words were said to Nangong Ling, Yan Ming was her person, so she naturally had to ask questions.

"The words of the subordinates are literal." Yan Ming said in a calm voice.

Ruan Yanluo took a deep breath, when Yan Ming first went to the capital, he didn't accept her at all, she knew this.

But later these days, as she showed her methods little by little, Yan Ming's attitude was also changing, especially in the battle of Wangshan Village, Yan Ming almost obeyed her and respected her very much, she didn't believe that Yan Ming would suddenly do such a thing against her.

There must be some reason for this.

She said in a calm voice: "You hope that King Ling will not send it again, there must be a reason, I want to hear it." ”

Yan Ming pursed his lips, as if he was fighting fiercely in his heart, and said for a long time: "In Chang'an Valley, people surnamed Nangong are not accepted, and those surnamed Nangong enter the valley, and there is no forgiveness for killing!" ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone around them was stunned.

Nangong Ling's guards instantly showed a very angry look, Nangong Ling was a god-like existence in their hearts, how could there be a place in this world where he couldn't go?

Chang'an Valley is located in the territory of Tianyao, but the Tianyao royal family is listed as a forbidden entry, and there is no forgiveness for killing, which is simply a big rebellion.

The few Changfeng troops around Yan Ming didn't show a look of surprise, but they were a little gloomy.

These days, they have been following Ruan Yanluo's side, and they are very respectful of this master's methods, and the relationship between Ruan Yanluo and Nangong Ling is also in their hearts.

At this time, Ruan Yanluo and Nangong Ling reconciled, and along the way, the sweet interaction between the two made them all feel that these two people were really a match made in heaven, and there was no one more compatible than them.

But the rules in Chang'an Valley are also true, if Nangong Ling enters the range of Chang'an Valley, with the strictness of the one in the family, he will inevitably be immortal against Nangong Ling.

One of the Changfeng soldiers opened his mouth to persuade: "Master, what Commander Ming said is true, there are really such rules in Chang'an Valley, according to his subordinates, His Royal Highness King Ling might as well wait outside for the time being, anyway, the master will go in for at least a few days, and at most half a month, and then come out." ”

Ruan Yanluo glanced at Nangong Ling, Nangong Ling's expression was faint, his face was as bright as ice and snow, but there was an unintentional warning in his eyes.

Xiaoyu, you dare to leave me behind.

Who said that night, "We swear to the moon that we will never forsake each other?"

Ruan Yanluo only glanced at Nangong Ling before retracting his gaze and asked, "This rule was set by my mother?" ”

"No, it was Aunt Shui who decided after General Hongyan died and Lord Ruan was imprisoned in the capital." Yan Ming said.

Ruan Yanluo knew this Aunt Shui, this was one of the two people her mother put in Chang'an Valley to cultivate the Changfeng Army, and the other was a general surnamed Luo, the two became relatives, and there was a daughter, but General Luo died in an accident a few years ago, and now the highest ranking in Chang'an Valley is this Aunt Shui.

Knowing that this rule was not set by her mother, Ruan Yanluo breathed a sigh of relief, and she said lightly: "The rules are all set by people, as long as I become the master of the Changfeng Army, it will be okay to abolish this rule." ”

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Last month, a demon finally got nearly eighty monthly passes.,This result can be ranked third in the female frequency.,A demon really didn't expect such a good result.,Thank you for your support.。 It's easy to start, it's not easy to persevere, and it's easy to write and progress. There is a new beginning in a new month, and I hope that my dear ones can continue to support a certain demon. In addition, ten monthly passes plus one change, the old rules remain the same, how much a demon writes, it depends on everyone.

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