"Yun, get that woman back to this king" erupted in anger.

Nangong Luo Jing was in a hurry, so he preemptively stopped in front of Qin Yue to stop him, and said to Feng Yihan: "It's getting late, please don't pursue it anymore, since the antidote has been sent, why don't you stop it."

"She hurts you, why do you ask for this favor for her"

"Can the king sell Luo Jing's affection" She is not a kind-hearted person, but if she catches Concubine Yan, Aunt Wan will be unable to escape, she can see that Aunt Wan is good at taking the antidote for her, and the southern country is not a place where Feng Yihan can stay for a long time, Feng Yihan understands, but he still wants to repay her for the pain she has suffered in the past few days, she understands, but she can only understand it

The phoenix eyes stared at the woman in front of her, and when she was young, she sighed lightly, stepped forward and pulled her hand, and suddenly found that the hand in the palm of her hand was so cold, and the strength of the palm was tight, and without saying a word, she pulled the woman to look at the carriage outside the palace gate.

Jing'er, Jing'er, I really don't know what to do with her

Is it that love can always make people helpless and helpless.

The night dew is cold, the place where the moonlight falls is quiet, and the sound of horses' hooves rises and falls.

In the darkness of the night, a woman and a man drove a carriage all night, the moon was dappled, and there were ten guards galloping fast horses beside the carriage.

And the cold color on the face of the man in the carriage suppressed the anger in his heart.

The woman stared sideways at the man opposite, with a hint of helplessness in her eyes: "Is the cold angry?" she was sure that he was angry, and the cold color in her eyes was as deep as the deep pool, which could not be seen endlessly.

The cold voice fell, and the man's eyes fell on the dark night outside the carriage, and he did not look back at the woman.

"Isn't there yet" The woman smiled a little, half-sat up, sat down next to the man, and smiled deeply, not knowing why she liked to see him angry for him, because that meant that she cared.

"What kind of poison" still didn't change his cold voice, he didn't want her to be hurt, he didn't want anyone to hurt her,,, the more kind she was to the person who hurt her, the fire in his heart couldn't help but surge.

"This" The smile on Nangong Luojing's face suddenly disappeared, the brilliance in his eyes faded a little, but his cheeks became a little more shy

"What kind of poison is it" Feng Yihan held the antidote in his hand, and the coldness in his eyes suddenly increased a little, he would not let go of that woman, and he wanted her to return everything she had suffered.

"Yes" Nangong Luo Jing squeaked, because she really didn't know how to speak, she squeaked for a long time, and her cheeks turned crimson, Nangong Luo Jing just faintly felt that there seemed to be an inexplicable feeling of heat on her body.

Is love really so powerful, does it only occur at night?

The woman's heart was uneasy, and her eyebrows were tightly wrung up, but when she saw the coldness on the man's face, she ignored any shyness of the woman: "It's love."

The woman stared at the faint brilliance with her eyes down, her face reflected a little pink red like a peach blossom, and the man's unchanging coldness suddenly added some other elements, and there seemed to be a hint of brilliance in her phoenix eyes, which was mixed with an expression that should not be there.

"Love" Feng Yihan knows the poison of love, the poison of men controlling women, is this the will of God, the will of God is really this providence.

Thoughts flowed, and the conversation in the pavilion ran out unintentionally in my mind.

"The king of the west of the world can be interested," the king of the south unfolded the scroll presented by the attendant in front of him.

He raised his eyes disdainfully and looked at the hand-drawn map, and the inadvertent in his eyes instantly turned into a straight gaze at the drawn thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, and the father of the world said to him that he wanted the world, and he wanted to stand on the world and become the only king in the world.

It turns out that the world is so magical

"This king wants to join forces with the king of the west to seize the world, I don't know what the king of the west wants" He said those words with a smile, but there was a trace of invisible edge in his eyes, but he could hear that the king of the south in front of him had huge ambitions.

"Get this world, you and I are kings, under tens of thousands of people, no one is above" Is it really nice to stand on a high place in the world, he struggled, he hesitated, remembered that when he ascended the throne, he told himself that this world was his Feng Yihan's world.

He thought about it, he really wanted to.

"Why does the king of the south cooperate with this king" He smiled contemptuously, just to hide the gradually expanding ambition, the dream of the kings of the world is to ask him if he has the opportunity, how can he let it go.

"Only the cooperation between this king and the king of the west can compete with the rival of Dongyang," Nanwang said confidently, and the ambition in his eyes was no longer invisible, but so blatant that it made people a little frightened

"Dongyang '''''' Xiling can be defeated with their own soldiers, why do you need the king of the south to help" Yes, Xiling has enough troops to fight against this opponent, besides, how can he the king of the south be so kind to give up his own interests and fight for the world with him, but I am afraid that he will rebel against the army at that time, and the gains may outweigh the losses at that time

"The king believes in Xiling's troops, but if Xiling and Dongyang go head-to-head, I am afraid that the troops of both sides will be lost, and it will be difficult to distinguish between high and low, and it will be different with the army of the south" Nanwang looked confident.

He was sure he would say yes, maybe

Feng Yihan hooked his eyes and looked at the woman in the moonlight, his face full of struggle.

Nangong Luojing raised her eyes to look at Feng Yihan, his expression seemed to be a little surprising to her, struggling, still hesitating, or full of cold anger.

"Jing'er" for a long time before he whispered to the woman beside him in a low voice, there were some things he wanted to say and want to ask, but he couldn't ask, he couldn't say, just like the hesitation on his face at the moment

"Hmm" What was he going to say The woman fixed her eyes on the man's face, she didn't know what he was hesitating about since he left the palace in the south, his silence, the coldness on his face, all revealed the fact that he had something on his mind, and the words that the king of the south said to him might really have a great influence on him.

"Do you think the world is more important than the beauty" The faint voice overflowed, and he finally asked