With a clang, the spoon fell into the bowl, making a crisp sound, and the mutton soup splashed out, and a few drops fell on Cheng Wei's hand.

She stood up with a pale face, and she didn't even bother to brush the soup off the back of her hand, and walked out.

Huan Yan is good at this, seeing Cheng Wei suddenly walking out, he didn't ask much, and hurriedly followed.

"Girl, you haven't paid yet-" The Baiwei Zhai guy panted and chased after him.

Cheng Wei stopped, his voice was so cold that there was no trace of temperature, just like the dew drops in the early morning of February, rolling down the palms of people's hands, and it was cold: "Huan Yan, give it to him!" ”

Huan Yan stuffed the broken silver to the guy, and stepped forward to help Cheng Wei: "Girl, where are we going?" ”

"Go to Gongyuan!"

Baiwei Zhai belongs to the high-class tavern, the price is not cheap, the entertainment is rich and noble, naturally located in the place where the dignitaries gather, not far from the Gongyuan where the candidates are located.

Cheng Wei hurriedly followed the crowd to the place where the tribute courtyard was, and then froze there, the chill in her heart bubbled out, endlessly, and soon her whole person froze.

Several yacha were lifting the suicide that hit the wall onto the wooden plank, perhaps because the person was already dead, it was extraordinarily heavy, and the body fell back at once, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of the man's mouth, causing a burst of exclamations from the onlookers.

Cheng Wei covered his mouth, and his hands kept shaking.

She couldn't see it clearly through the hat and light yarn, raised her hand to lift the corner of the light yarn, and bit her lip to see the suicide move.

She finally saw the appearance of the lifter clearly.

He looks like he's in his thirties, and he's very thin. The hair was already scattered, and the blood was sticking to the face in wisps and wisps, and a bloody hole in the forehead was shocking. The blood stained her entire face, and she couldn't distinguish the specific appearance, but Cheng covered her mouth slightly, and the fear in her heart was like a fierce beast, rampage, almost breaking her heart.

Cheng Wei suddenly turned around and ran back.

The light sedan chair of Huairenbo Mansion for female relatives when they go out every day is also parked at the door of Baiwei Zhai.

"Hiss-" the horse neighed. A Zhulun canopy carriage stopped, and the two small colorful glass lamps hanging from it shook sharply.

At that moment, Huan Yan grabbed Cheng Wei. Because of the excessive force, Cheng Wei's hat fell to the ground, revealing his original appearance.

Cheng Wei's current appearance is too attractive, and she was almost hit by a carriage that suddenly turned. It has attracted a lot of people. When his true face was revealed, he immediately attracted a lot of exclamations.

The curtain was lifted, and a man looked over, his quiet eyes flashed with thought, and then he smiled: "Little girl, it's you again." ”

Cheng Wei took the hat curtain that Huan Yan picked up and hurriedly put it on, and looked at the man in surprise.

Does this person know her?

The man seemed to understand Cheng Wei's doubts, and said with a smile: "That time, Ling's mother took you home." It is the king's chariot that he sits. ”

Cheng Wei's eyes widened.

This man is the king of Nan'an!

She was still in shock, and King Nan'an had already beckoned: "Little girl." Come on. ”

Cheng Wei didn't like the gazes of the men around her at this time, although at this time, she didn't understand what these gazes represented, but instinctively resisted.

And the attitude of King Nan'an is too gentle, and there is a faint meaning that cannot be refused, which is the aura naturally formed by people who have been in the top position for a long time.

In normal times, Cheng Wei might not be confused by such an aura, but at this time, she was flustered, and she couldn't care much more, so she curtsied: "Thank you." ”

Huan Yan helped Cheng Wei into the carriage, and then-

Then she climbed up with the white eyes of the coachman.

King Nan'an's carriage was very spacious, and Cheng Wei knelt at the door after entering, hesitated, and raised his hand to take off the hat curtain.

King Nan'an is a prince and an elder, and she still wears a hat in the same car, which is too rude.

King Nan'an looked at Cheng Wei and said with a gentle smile: "The little girl hasn't seen her for a few months, but she has been raised." ”

Cheng Wei was actually very surprised why King Nan'an recognized her at a glance, you must know that when they met, she was unconscious, and she was still black and black before, after so long, it was incredible to be able to recognize her at a glance.

King Nan'an's expression was indifferent, but it gave people a feeling that it should be like this.

"Lord Wang, thank you for saving me last time." Cheng Wei officially bowed.

Afterwards, although the second brother went to Nan'an Wangfu to thank him, this was the first time Cheng Wei saw Nan'an Wang after he sobered up, and he should be solemnly thanked.

Perhaps it was because King Nan'an's temperament was too indifferent and quiet, and Cheng Wei's chaotic mood gradually stabilized and returned to his former calmness.

King Nan'an smiled and said, "No need to be polite, little girl, where are you going?" ”

"I want to go home, the sedan chair is still at the door of Baiwei Zhai, the prince is passing by Baiwei Zhai, just put me down."

King Nan'an smiled, although he was nearly thirty years old, there was no fine lines at the corners of his eyes, and his pale complexion made him look a little weak.

"The little girl went to Baiwei Zhai to eat mutton soup, right?"

Cheng Wei was a little embarrassed.

Her image in the heart of King Nan'an is probably terrible.

The first time he was thrown out of the carriage, he fell unconscious, and his face was bloodied.

This time I almost crashed again, rubbed someone's car again, and it would be considered to be a special run out to eat mutton soup.

Lamb soup ......

Cheng Wei suddenly felt a faint smell of mutton wafting in the carriage.

She sniffled without a trace, looked down, and saw the mutton soup on the back of her hand that had been dried.

Cheng Wei......

I never want to see this person again in my life!

She looked out and said busily: "Lord Wang, just put me here." ”

King Nan'an looked out and said with a smile: "Since you got in the car, you don't have to toss, this king just stopped by and sent you home." ”

"I'll be sorry for you." Cheng Wei had no choice but to come down, thinking to himself that the king of Nan'an hadn't eaten mutton for a long time?

Yes, she heard that King Nan'an's health has not been good, and although mutton is warm and replenished, it is still not suitable for people who are too weak to eat more.

Cheng Wei raised his eyes and quietly glanced at King Nan'an.

She has been a little hot these days, and at this glance, she couldn't help frowning, and couldn't help but look at it again.

It is said that King Nan'an is weak and congenitally deficient, but judging from the medical examination, he and Cousin Shu are clearly not the same thing.

At present, the visit is not enough for Cheng Wei to see all the symptoms at a glance, and her curiosity as a doctor is offended, so she takes another look.

King Nan'an couldn't help laughing: "Little girl, didn't this king wash his face?" ”

At the age of King Nan'an, if he got married early, his daughter would probably be as old as Cheng Wei, and with his experience, he could naturally see that Cheng Wei did not have the kind of infatuation that women had with men, and he was casual and indifferent with an attitude.

Cheng Wei lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and said, "No, the prince's face is very white." ”

King Nan'an was stunned, and then chuckled, laughing and laughing, probably causing his vocal cords to vibrate, and then covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and coughed one after another.

Listening to this cough, Cheng Wei sighed lightly in his heart.

King Nan'an, where is this congenital weakness, it is clear that he was chronically poisoned when he was a child! (To be continued......)

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