"I don't know" Nangong Luo Jing turned his head and carefully looked at the face that was so close to him at the moment, his eyes were full of softness, and a faint smile was raised on his lips, which was elegant and self-satisfied.

The memories of his childhood flipped into his mind with the wind, and he found that the person in front of him was the same as when he was a child, as long as it was not about her and him, he spared all the words like gold.

Recalling the past, the corners of the woman's soft lips couldn't help but rise, and a charming smile appeared between her eyebrows.

"Jing'er, what are you laughing at" Feng Yihan looked at Nangong Luojing with a complicated expression, her smile was very beautiful, but it was so beautiful that he felt that she was a little unreal.

Nangong Luo Jing pursed her lips, and when she was about to raise her eyes, she suddenly saw a faint red on the jade pendant on her waist, and with a wave of her sleeves, her clothes gently lifted and landed on the reddish jade pendant, which just covered the jade pendant with a weak light.

Greeting Feng Yihan's different face, Zhengse said: "The King of the West sneaked into the country at dusk and forcibly captured the third princess of the King of Wei, and now it is so late today, when will the King of the West let the little girl go back," the words fell, her face was indifferent, and she instead hooked her lips and smiled evilly.

Feng Yihan was slightly flustered for a while, and then hugged the person in his arms, and laughed loudly: "This king will never let Jing'er go back, the thief who stole her heart, this king will not let her come and go freely" said, his slender fingers pointed to his chest and said: "This place is empty because someone took the things here away, I thought I would never come back, but I didn't expect it to come back with the thief who stole the heart."

When he said these words, he stared at the woman in his arms, the quiet and good appearance of the city, the pure and unstained smile that appeared between his eyes from time to time, it was the faint smile that appeared at that time, it was the clear and unstained eyes at that time, and the gestures were full of hope, and it was these that quietly took away his heart.

Nangong Luo Jing stared at Feng Yihan steadily, looking forward to it, the look in his eyes rose again: "This time, the thief fell into the hands of the King of the West, I don't know what the King of the West wants to do with her" She gently put her hand on her waist, stroked the back of the man's hand, and smiled: "The thief also brought back that heart, I don't know if I can ask the King of the West to raise his noble hand and spare the thief once."

"Spare the little thief" The man chuckled, the smile was chic and free, and his clear voice naturally revealed his innate elegance, Feng Yihan gently turned the hand placed under the woman's palm, grabbed Nangong Luojing's fingers, and clasped it tightly: "I can't spare it, I can't spare it, she is a heart thief, and after stealing her heart, she will disappear, so how can this king be spared" His bright eyes flashed with a little firmness: "In this life, in the next life, in the next life, she can't escape from this king's side again, no"

He said firmly, looking affectionately, staring at her eyes as if he would be deeply surrounded by him at a glance, the water was incomprehensible, but the heart was incomparably sweet, sweet to the bottom of the heart, sweet but not greasy.

He wants her to live in this life, in this life, in the next.

Listening to Feng Yihan's affectionate words in his heart, listening to it in his ears and falling into his heart, what he dissolved was a feeling of happiness that he had never had, and he wanted to say something only to find that he had thousands of emotions in his heart, choked in his throat, and looked at the man in front of him whose eyes were foggy, blurring the handsome and beautiful face in front of him.

"Don't cry, Jing'er doesn't cry" In the haze, she saw that his face was flustered, and he coaxed her softly, and her slightly cool fingertips gently drove away the tears that fell for her.

Silent tears, wordless crying, the fingertips that wiped away the teardrops for her carried a bit of a hot feeling, disturbing his heart, and his heart was like numbness.

Looking at his panicked face at the moment, she laughed "poof".

"Don't cry" Seeing her burst into tears and laughing, his worried heart also quieted down, and he reached out and stroked the silver hair of the woman in his arms, with a helpless face: "Jing'er's crying can be regarded as crying to mess up the cold heart"

Nangong Luojing pulled her hair, a faint flush appeared on her cheeks, and she was silent.

"It's not early, it's okay to send Jing'er back" Feng Yihan approached the woman's ear and said softly, with a deep reluctance in his voice, if there was still something to deal with, he would have asked her to accompany him again, but the prime minister had something to do, and he had to send her back at this moment.

Nangong Luo Jing lowered his eyebrows and replied softly: "Hmm" Looking at the silhouette that fell to the ground, he was a little distracted, and he was ashamed of his own rudeness.

"Jing'er still needs to feel shy in front of Brother Han" He seemed to see through her thoughts, and leisurely said what she was thinking.

Nangong Luojing nodded knowingly, and smiled lightly.

When Feng Yihan sent Nangong Luo Jing back to Luo Yuan, the night had already blackened everything in this world like ink, and Luo Yuan still had its original tranquility, and it seemed that Luo Yuan was extremely deserted in such a night.

The moonlight poured down, cold and enchanting, and the palace lamp lit up a faint yellow light, and this silver brilliance was indeed incomparably harmonious.

After Feng Yihan sent her to the door of Luoyuan, he said, there are people in Luoyuan, it is inconvenient for him to appear, after saying this, he leaned down and gently dropped a kiss between her foreheads, and watched her push open the door of Luoyuan and step in before letting go and leaving.

As soon as the "princess" stepped into the room, she heard Yan'er's extremely excited voice across the cold Luoyuan, which sounded a little harsh, but there was indeed a hint of joy in her heart.

"Yan'er" Yan'er looked at Nangong Luojing's beautiful face, and a faint smile appeared on it, and her heart was also calm.

"Where is the princess, Yan'er is worried about death" Yan'er ran to the garden, holding Nangong's hand with both hands, every word of concern, every sentence in her heart.

"I just walked around the palace, but I didn't know that I got lost, and when I found the way, I came back to now" Nangong Luo Jing stepped into the room, sat down at the table, and said indifferently with a grateful look at Yan'er.

Yan'er pointed to the things on the table, and wanted to say something, but she saw Nangong Luojing's somewhat tired face and stopped.

"Yan'er went to prepare for the princess's bathing" blessed her body and went out.

Walking out of the room, the doubts in my heart gradually became clear, but I was diluted by one shaking my head and one vetoing.

After bathing, Nangong Luojing lay quietly on the soft bed, his mind was blank, and he fell asleep in a daze.

I didn't realize it at all, in the dark night, there was another person in Luo Yuan looking at her quietly in the dark, the moonlight sprinkled on the man's side face, silent, with a trace of sadness, a trace of sadness, a trace of love from the bottom of his heart, against the silver light of the full moon, the cold and hard lines on the man's face became more and more soft.