After that, after the old slave agreed, "Regardless of her identity, Wan Gu's mind completely stopped on what Nanwang said, she didn't know what his intention was when he said this, but she was sure that maybe he put forward this condition to be beneficial and harmless to her.

Seeing that Wan Gu was anxious to know the conditions he proposed, King Nan turned his head and stayed in one place, and only said after a while: "After that, this king will divide the city for him, and he will never treat him badly."

Divide the city, which means that he has no intention of passing on the throne to Xiahou Yi.

Looking at the brilliance that flashed in Nanwang's eyes, Aunt Wan suddenly found in her heart that she had heard his answer, and the heart she was hanging on was also put down, his answer was not the answer she had thought of subconsciously, her thoughts stayed here, Aunt Wan couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, and a faint look of relief appeared on her face.

Silently agreed to what King Nan said, at this moment, other worries arose again in Wan Gu's heart, and after struggling secretly, she said: "The old slave doesn't know if he will agree, his temperament" Seeing Nan Wang looking straight at himself and speaking, Wan Gu's voice stopped abruptly, she suddenly didn't know how to continue, she knew that Xiahou Yi would not listen to her at all, because his temperament was very similar to his father, if he wanted something, if he didn't get it, he would not give up, like him, how could she persuade him to give up the struggle for the throne of power.

Inexplicable worries lingered in Aunt Wan's heart, she knew that all this was simple to think about, but it was still unknown whether Xiahou Yi would recognize her as her mother, let alone ask him to give up the throne of power.

Knowing the reason why Wan Gu suddenly stopped and didn't speak, Nan Wang opened his mouth and said, "It's always the fact that he doesn't listen and can't change the fact that you are his mother."

Leaving a cold word, King Nan turned around and left, and said to him, Aunt Wan promised that everything would be easy, as long as she was not by Nangong Luojing's side, the father-daughter relationship between them could be cultivated well, and there was no need to worry about anyone being able to persecute their father-daughter relationship.

Looking at the distant figure of King Nan, Aunt Wan sighed, made a congratulatory gesture, and then went in the opposite direction.

After this day, King Nan changed his attitude towards Aunt Wan and the second prince Xiahou Yi, but no one knew why, but suddenly one day, the maid next to the princess suddenly became the mother of the second prince overnight.

And people all over the world are talking about it, and the streets and alleys are singing such a poem:

"The princess of the dead country became a righteous daughter, and the personal maid was originally a concubine, who knows what is right and wrong, and when will the wind and rain in the city stop"

An autumn rain and a cold, in an instant, it is already half of autumn.

The sparse leaves have long since decreased compared to before, and the flowers and trees in the guard have long since withered into dead branches.

And Nangong Luo Jing is still staying in this palace that is no longer a palace, waiting for the day she is looking forward to in her heart, and the daily anticipation and anticipation make her suddenly feel that she has waited for a thousand lifetimes, and the boredom and helplessness all day long have become the most powerless thing in her heart.

And she has lived in the deep palace for a long time, and she also heard the poem that has been recited outside the palace for a long time.

"When will the wind and rain in the city stop" Reading the poem on the note in his hand, Nangong Luojing couldn't help but smile, and reached out to hand over the note in his hand to the maid beside him.

Seeing her face the sneer in this verse, the maid couldn't help but be a little puzzled, but she didn't ask.

Nangong Luo Jing, who got up slowly, paced to the window, gently lifted the curtain that had just been lowered by the maids, and looked out of the window thoughtfully.

She was also surprised that Aunt Wan became the concubine of King Nan, and what surprised her even more was that Xiahou Yi also accepted the fact that she was her mother, she should be happy for Aunt Wan, and the departure of Aunt Wan also made her feel that she had suddenly become a lot lonely, this dormitory seemed to be getting more and more deserted, and many things were not settled at once, obviously there was a premonition before the occurrence, but there was no wind and grass, just like the sentence in the poem "When will the wind and rain in the city stop", whether to rest or not is not in her control.

Sighing softly, Nangong Luo Jing brushed his hair that was slightly messy by the wind, his heart was already messy, but he couldn't sort out his thoughts wandering around.