Nangong Luo Jing looked at Feng Yihan in the pavilion and the king of Nan who was dressed in a vermilion costume across the lake, although he couldn't hear it, his eyes stayed on Feng Yihan's body.

Seeing the look on Feng Yihan's face, she suddenly realized that the worry at the beginning was unnecessary, he was a king, and he had a natural domineering spirit, even if the king of the south wanted to do something, he still had to take into account his identity.

What's more, he's not just an ordinary king

Thinking like this, Nangong Luo Jing's heart also settled, and the original apprehension gradually blew away in response to the oncoming evening breeze, and he glanced sideways, admiring the rippling color of the lake, but he didn't notice that the man who was not far away from him was looking at him with a very unbelievable light

When she noticed it, the man suddenly withdrew his gaze, and it happened to be the eyes of that Xiahou Fan, and Nangong Luo Jing immediately closed his eyes.

But because of that glance, Xiahou Fan suddenly remembered something, and the expression on his face suddenly became much richer.

He walked towards Nangong Luojing, showing a look of appreciation, and fell in a rough voice: "The princess is really as beautiful as a fairy" I thought he was just showing a frivolous attitude, but he didn't expect him to say something that Nangong Luojing would never have thought of: "But the king of the west shouldn't be stupid enough to give up the whole world for a woman."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was stunned, some were surprised, some people secretly threw their eyes at the initiator, and some people stopped their eyes on the peerless princess, with speculation in their eyes, as if they were speculating how this woman would react when she heard this.

Nangong Luo Jing moved his eyes and stared at Xiahou Fan, there were dozens of palace people here, and what Xiahou Fan said was so rude, he didn't care about Nangong Luo Jing's face at all, and it seemed natural for everyone to speculate.

And what he said just now really made her heart tremble, but even so, she could raise her eyes casually and smile: "How can the world be decided by Luo Jing alone, the prince's joke is too big."

Xiahou Fan took a step, getting closer and closer, but was stopped by Qin Yue's stretched out his hand, so he had to give up the idea of getting closer, and raised his eyebrows at a distance of about two feet, with a trace of disdain in his eyes, and said very proudly: "He is really eloquent, but he Feng Yihan is not a fuel-efficient lamp."

"Prince, please be careful, the king's name is not something you can call directly," Yun threatened on the side, staring at Xiahou Fan's eyes with a spark.

"This is the territory of the Southland, there is no room for you to interfere"

Nangong Luo Jing glanced at the person who spoke, and there was some contempt in his words: "The prince is not very eloquent" and returned the original words.

"You" Xiahou Fan's anger could not be vented, so he had to bite the word "you", but he didn't let go, which made the people who watched the play want to laugh but couldn't hold back their laughter, thinking that no one dared to stand up to his words on weekdays.

"Brother Wang, it is true that you have abruptly attacked the princess, it should be an apology" The faint words fell, and the voice was naturally warm, if Nangong Luo Jing was not mistaken, this should be the first time Xiahou Yi spoke

"Abruptly, the palace didn't feel it, but the eldest prince seemed to be very angry" On the soft face, there was still a light smile, but it was a little unpleasant, Nangong Luo Jing couldn't help but sigh in his heart, sometimes it's really tiring to live like this

However, at this moment, Xiahou Yi added a little more favor to Nangong Luojing's heart on top of the original good impression.

Xiahou Fan and Xiahou Yi do not need to be compared, you can know which of the two is the king.

A vulgar person such as Xiahou Fan is at best a fierce general, brave but unstrategic, and Xiahou Yi, although he treats people gently, gives people a deep sense of concealment, maybe he is Feng Yihan's fierce opponent, but it is still unknown

At the beginning of the lanterns, when the twilight was approaching, the people in the pavilion slowly walked out.

But Nangong Luo Jing had never seen the true face of King Nan after all, and the only scarlet dress was deeply imprinted in his mind.

She didn't know what Nanwang and Feng Yihan talked about, as a woman, she didn't understand national affairs, but she could see some clues from the man's face.

A pale yellow halo poured on the man's face, softening the cold and hard lines on his face, but it didn't melt the coldness on his face.

Five steps to the first floor, ten steps to a pavilion, the road is very long, and this section of the road is longer than the road when it came.

Feng Yihan walked alone in front, followed by Nangong Luojing and everyone.

Looking from behind him, his back was cold and arrogant, and he could see a lingering palpitation spreading in Nangong Luo Jing's heart.

She raised her eyes and laughed at herself coldly: it turns out that silence is the most terrible killer.

When did she become so sensitive, worried about him, annoyed by him, and even a cold look from him could drag her heart into the abyss, dark and bottomless.

Silent all the way, silent all the way, followed all the way, and that part of the road was finally over.

Before arriving at the palace gate, Nangong Luojing saw Aunt Wan standing at the palace gate from a distance, not because her eyesight was too good, but that the woman always gave her a very warm feeling, in the few days when she got along with her in the bamboo house, she looked at her and seemed to be able to vaguely remember her mother.

Let's do it, if the mother concubine is still alive, then she should be the same as Aunt Wan

Nangong Luo Jing was surprised by her appearance, but when Feng Yihan turned a blind eye to her, she paused to move forward, and helped Aunt Wan, who was kneeling on the ground, before she could ask what was going on, she took out a pill from her bag and handed it to Nangong Luo Jing.

"This is" Nangong Luo Jing looked at the pill, and already had the answer in his heart, but he still asked unconsciously.

And Aunt Wan just looked at the woman in front of her in a daze, and the ripples in her eyes that she tried to hide were also deeply hidden with the moment she turned around, and left despite Nangong Luojing's eyes full of surprise.

"What is this" The cool voice fell, and the owner of the voice was Feng Yihan, who was silent all the way with a cold face all the way

"Antidote" Nangong Luo Jing's eyes stared straight at the woman who was far away, and he didn't react at all, and the pill in his hand had been taken away by Feng Yihan since the answer overflowed.

Feng Yan stared at the small pill, and couldn't help but ask: "Antidote, that woman poisoned you"

Nangong Luo Jing looked at the coldness on Feng Yihan's face that had just faded and suddenly became a little more solemn, and his heart trembled slightly, but he still nodded and admitted.