On the table on the side, there was still a painting drawn by Jing Jie'er herself, and Cheng Nanye was in front of her, holding a copy of "Zizhi Tongjian", ignoring her completely.

"Wang Ye ......" Seeing that she had done this, Cheng Nanye still didn't even look back, she gritted her teeth, walked to Cheng Nanye's side, knelt down at his feet, followed his legs, her fingers trembled a little, and touched it step by step.

Now that Nan Moyi is dead, she must have an heir, and she must not lose to any side concubine, especially Yuebai.

Jing Jie'er's posture finally made Chengnan Ye react. He lowered his head, hooked her chin, and smiled playfully. Jing Jie'er's face was full of tears, her cheeks were flushed, and she looked up at him looking down at her, as if worshipping her own emperor.

"Get out of the way." Cheng Nanye kicked her away, patted her robe, and stood up expressionlessly.

This time, Chengnanye's appearance completely fell into his eyes, and Nan Moyi's heart suddenly skipped half a beat. A pair of black eyes are blurry but calm as water, the face is as handsome as a woodcut knife, the bridge of the nose is straight, the thin lips are slightly curled, the cold face reveals majesty, the height is at least one meter eighty-five, because the front line has been attacking and defending the enemy years ago, the skin is sexy bronzed.

He is a general in southern Anhui who is known as the "God of War" admired by thousands of people, and he is also the prince of Gao Nan Guoheng.

Cold and dangerous.

"Lord, I'm ...... The concubine knew her mistake...... "Jing Jie'er knelt on the ground, crying pear blossoms with rain and pitiful, and Chengnan looked at her expressionlessly at night, and walked out with long legs.

At the same time, the painting in Nan Moyi's hand was finally completed. She gently put the brush back in its place, washed the remaining ink on her hands, and then took the rolled white rice paper and walked out of the study gently.

"Jie'er—"

A low and hoarse voice came from the cold behind her, which made Jing Jie'er, who was sitting on the ground crying, startled, she turned her head, and a terrible cry suddenly sounded. She looked at Nan Moyi, who was dressed in white and wearing long hair, walking step by step, her eyes widened, she moved her ass and stepped back in a panic, her fingers trembling at her, her mouth trembling, "You...... You ......"

"I'm coming for you...... Revenge! Nan Moyi's voice was slow, and his expression was very hideous.

But she actually wanted to laugh, Jing Jie'er's appearance at this time was too funny. Sitting on the ground, wearing only a pair of wide pants and a bandeau top, his hair was messy, several hairpins fell to the ground, and his cheeks were smeared with a faint white powder and were washed down by tears. Coupled with the frightened face, Nan Moyi felt that she was even more terrifying than herself who was pretending to be a ghost at this time.

"Ahh Help! Jing Jie'er couldn't help screaming again, and finally the sound of clappling footsteps came from outside, Jing Jie'er trembled and picked up the clothes in front of her, and wanted to run outside the house, but because she was too flustered, she stumbled and made close contact with the ground.

Hmm, it hurts.

The coldness in Nanmo's eyes was even worse, and his smile was bloodthirsty like a Shura crawling up from hell.

When Cheng Nan Ye walked in again, when he saw Nan Moyi's expression, he was obviously stunned, and quickly regained his calm.

"Nan Moyi, what are you doing?"

[Don't forget to collect it~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~]