Ever since he stepped into the room, his eyes had never taken their eyes off her, and the surprise that flashed in her eyes naturally could not escape his eyes.

Nangong Luo Jing was indeed surprised, surprised that as soon as he opened his mouth to address her, he was also surprised by the trace of the king's momentum emanating from him, such a feeling was something he had never had half a year ago, Lan Lingxuan He had changed.

"Princess, don't come to harm" A slightly cold voice fell, pulling Nangong Luojing's slightly distracted heart back, and the moment she met it, she found that Lan Lingxuan was raising her eyebrows and staring at her.

Before Nangong Luo Jing could speak, he preemptively said: "Is this the expression of the princess when she sees this king?" His eyebrows were slightly twisted, and a trace of displeasure flashed on his face.

When "Dongwang Mo Wei" wanted to say something, he paused suddenly, Nangong Luo Jing looked at the people left in the room with some concern, except for that Mu Mu, the maids had already been sent back to wait outside the door, and only then did they let go of the hesitation in their hearts when they saw this, and said slowly: "Luo Jing is not disrespectful, but just a little tired" She was indeed rude, and the reason for the rude really made her a little inexplicable.

The man in front of him, no, should he say that he is a king, his words and deeds tell her that he has an insurmountable boundary with her, he is the monarch of Dongyang, and no one can offend.

And she is the queen of Xiling, and the identities of the two have long been different from the past, so it is natural for him to be a little hostile to himself.

"Oh" The shallow questioning voice fell, and there was no change on his face: "This way has made the princess tired, it is really the negligence of this king" This sentence should have been full of apologies, but when the cold voice fell, it was just a polite sentence to Nangong Luo Jing.

"No, Luo Jing should be grateful to the King of the East" Nangong Luo Jing looked at Mu Mu on the side: "Without him, Luo Jing probably wouldn't have a way to see the King of the East"

Hearing this, Lan Lingxuan raised his eyebrows and followed Nangong Luojing's eyes: "Escort Yang has worked hard, let's retreat and rest first."

Yang Guard, Nangong Luo Jing looked at the man who had been using a fake name by her side, at this moment, the unruliness on the man's face was long gone, and his eyes couldn't help but cross a trace of incredulity.

"Yes, Yang Mu will retire first" with a slight bow, and the man left as he said, without even looking at Nangong Luojing.

Repatriating the redundant people, Xu is mental effect, Nangong Luo Jing only felt that the air in the huge room suddenly became a little dull, and even the air became a little thinner.

The aura of embarrassment spread instantly, and Nangong Luo Jing would rather throw his eyes into the boundless night outside the window than fall into the room.

Lan Lingxuan, on the other hand, found a chair nearby and sat down, raising his eyes to look at the woman who was looking into the distance.

Dressed in white, the silver filament was neatly pulled up, and the soft light poured on the clean and flawless face, without losing the softness of a woman, but adding another style to the softness.

In addition to pink makeup, she is like a fairy who has fallen into the dust, without a trace of dust, and even has the feeling of a beautiful son.

"You still haven't changed" After looking at it for a moment, the only conclusion he came to was that she hadn't changed.

"Oh, yes" Narrowing her eyes that fell outside the window, there was obviously a smile on the corner of her lips: "Then Luo Jing is also a good evaluation for the East King after a long time of not seeing"

"Listen up," he shrugged, the smile in his eyes deepening.

Holding up her chin with one hand, she stared at the handsome face seriously for a moment before narrowing her gaze, and then said with a straight face: "Lan Lingxuan in the past is already an ambitious king today" She deliberately lengthened the four words full of ambition so that he could clearly feel the full dissatisfaction in his soft voice.

"Full of ambition, I don't know where the princess can be seen" He picked up the tea on the side with a light face and sipped it lightly.

"What the King of the East has done, do you want Luo Jing to explain clearly?"

When the messy thoughts are flying, the truth hidden in the falsehood is understood little by little in the process of sorting.

"What you did, the princess was angry" was still light and light, but the eyes when she met Nangong Luo Jing were so deep that people couldn't see a trace of emotion.

"What did the people of the country do, and it was necessary for the king to use so many means to kill them," her anger was aroused by his lightness, and she also wanted to calm her emotions, but found that everything she had done along the way was in vain.

At this time, she realized that people had done many things just to prepare for another thing, and obviously, the preparation she had made was not enough.

Putting down the tea in his hand, Lan Lingxuan got up, his face did not lose a trace of emotion, which made people feel a little palpitations: "Why did the princess question this king, the people who defended the country did nothing wrong, and what the king did was not wrong, the fault is that the people who defend the country are the people who defend the country, and this king is the king of Dongyang" He walked towards him slowly, and his gestures revealed the elegant demeanor of the man, and his words were undoubtedly domineering.

A voice that was colder than just now fell, and Nangong Luojing was dumbfounded when he listened to what he said, only then did he realize that he was right, why did she treat him in a questioning tone.

Seeing her silently, Lan Lingxuan's heart actually had a hint of pride: "The princess is not good for the good Queen Xiling, why should she flee" He smiled evilly, and the smile in his eyes dazzled people's eyes

I wanted to refute his words, but I found that the facts did not allow her to make any justifications, the facts were the facts, and the strong arguments were just useless struggles.

"I'm afraid that the king of the west has done no less than this king," he pointed the finger at Feng Yihan, and in those beautiful eyes, there was suddenly a little more annoyance, and there were other emotions that he didn't know what color he was.

Nangong Luo Jing's slender fingers hidden in his sleeves had already clenched into fists, speechless, and he was speechless that these four words were specially made for her, he easily and cruelly dissected his escape thoughts, so that her thoughts that would not see the light of day would encroach on her already straightened out thoughts step by step.

Han had his reasons for doing that, didn't he?

She asked herself over and over again, but she couldn't get any definite answer, and in the end, another voice in her head told her that Feng Yihan was no different from any king, no more than just an identity, and he only assumed the identity of her husband.

Lan Lingxuan couldn't see the pink fist she was hiding in her sleeve, but he could see her teeth biting the scarlet of the originally delicate lip, and the pain in his heart slowly spread at that moment, devouring his true heart that he thought was very well disguised, and the cold face was indeed not what he wanted