Nan Xueyu's face became a little pale, and she felt remorseful in her heart: her reaction just now was really too big, didn't she obviously embarrass Mo Yang, and no wonder he was so sad! But she really didn't mean to hurt him, so she instinctively avoided his hand, and she didn't know what was going on. "No, Mo Yang, don't say that!" she stepped forward and grabbed his hand, "It's not what you said, I ......" What do you want her to say, Mo Yang will understand, she really can't promise him anything!

The delicate, silky, and cold feeling on his hand came, and Feng Moyang's tall body was shocked, and the dignified seven-foot man actually blushed, although he was panicked, he was also very happy: Xue Yu was willing to take the initiative to shake his hand, does this mean that he still has a chance? As soon as he thought of this, he grabbed Nan Xueyu with his backhand and said eagerly, "Xue Yu, you give me a truth, do you really like His Royal Highness King Yue, don't you?"

He admitted that King Yue is indeed an excellent man, and he also looks like an emperor, but Xue Yu has said before that once she enters the palace, it is as deep as the sea, and she has heard a lot of bloody things in the inner courtyard of the deep palace, so she never wants to enter the palace, let alone marry into the waiting door, how did her heart change after meeting King Yue?

"I," Nan Xueyu's face turned pale, she bit her lip, and pulled her hand hard, but she couldn't pull it back, "Mo Yang, don't be like this, don't force me to be good, I, I don't know," Mo Yang is different from Nan Xuemeng, he asked out of love for her, even if she doesn't have a relationship with him, she can't hurt him, which really makes her embarrassed.

"Xue Yu, I don't want to force you, I just want you to say something clear," Feng Moyang took another step forward, almost blocking Nan Xue Yu's petite body, "Xue Yu, what I said before, always counts, if you don't change your mind, I can marry you right away, really!"

"General Feng," Murong Ye's cold voice sounded on the side, "The refugees are waiting for you to settle, are you finished?" His solemn gaze stared at Nan Xueyu and Feng Moyang's clasped hands, and there was a murderous intent in his eyes!

Nan Xueyu secretly complained, she instinctively avoided Feng Moyang, she just didn't want Murong Ye to see it and make him unhappy, but she was afraid of something, but she still let him see it, isn't this unintentional? She quickly took the opportunity to withdraw her hand, looking like nothing had happened, "Mo Yang, you go and get busy first, the matter of resettlement of refugees is very important, you have worked hard." ”

Feng Moyang glanced at her deeply, so she was not disappointed, although she was unwilling, but since King Yue came, he didn't want to say more, "Xue Yu, then I'll go first." His Royal Highness the King of Yue, the last general will retire. After saying that, he turned around and left, and his back was gloomy, which made people look desolate.

Nan Xueyu was looking at it intently, and the figure in front of her flashed, she was startled, and subconsciously leaned back, "Ahhhh

Then the expected pain did not come, in fact, as soon as her body leaned back, her waist tightened, and she was already hugged by Murong Ye's waist, and she picked it up lightly, her eyes shook for a while, and her side face was already attached to his chest. "You, you let go of me!" the smell of clean grass came from the end of her nose, and she blushed and her heart beat as she struggled. She knows his temperament very well, what happened to him made him angry, and he may not make any excessive moves, in front of so many people, he is not ashamed, she does.

"Let you go, how about you go to Feng Moyang?" Sure enough, Murong Ye's anger had an obvious sour taste, not only did he not let go, but he hugged her tighter and tighter, "Xue Yu, you just saw him so fascinated, why, do you think he is pitiful, or do you think he is better than me?"

"You," Nan Xueyu was angry and funny, "Night, don't you say that about Mo Yang! What is the big husband who has no wife, what good am I, I can't marry me, he can also marry other good women, what is he pitiful!" Mo Yang is such an infatuated man, he will definitely meet a woman who is better than her, the gentle and virtuous kind, accompany him in this life, she will bless him.

"Really?" Murong Ye's eyes finally showed a hint of a smile, he knew that Xue Yu had no personal feelings for Feng Moyang, but he couldn't see them making love, let alone holding hands!" "He's not pitiful, that is, you think he's better than me, don't you?"

Nan Xueyu was too lazy to compare with a careful-eyed man who fell into the vinegar jar and his IQ instantly fell to the bottom, and gave him a blank look, "Yes, yes, at least Mo Yang won't eat flying vinegar at every turn, and some people are not afraid of souring themselves! Let it go, isn't it enough for them to see jokes?"

Murong Yecai didn't care, let them see, what he cared about was Nan Xueyu's words, and his jealousy instantly soared, "He's really better than me?" Xue Yu, do you say it again?" Feng Moyang, where is that kid better than him, doesn't he just pretend to be pitiful in front of Xue Yu, look affectionate, and say something to make people happy, he doesn't know, he just disdains it, Xue Yu is not the kind of superficial woman who only listens to sweet words, he doesn't want to disgust her.

Nan Xueyu was secretly funny, he was upright at night, and he must not say anything back, otherwise he would take it seriously and get into the horns and not be able to get out, so he had to quickly follow his hair, "No, no, I'm joking, night, don't make trouble, there are more and more refugees, let's do the right thing, let's go, go over and have a look." With that, she broke out of his embrace, and before he objected, she quickly took his hand and dragged him away.

That's pretty much it. Murong Ye let her go for the time being, clenched her hand, and raised her eyebrows arrogantly: Xue Yu's hand can only be held by him like this, not others!

As a result, before the two of them could pass, someone suddenly ran out of the spur, and bowed, "I've seen His Royal Highness King Yue." ”

Seeing that it was her, Nan Xueyu glanced at her up and down, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised: It seems that she has been carefully dressed, no wonder Fei has been so long, she went out later, but she came one step earlier than Nan Xuemeng.

Nan Xuemeng lowered her head slightly, but she let her face just let Murong Ye see it, so unexpectedly, the water red glow shadow rose dress she wore today was customized from Wanyue Fang, and there were not a few in the whole capital, she was originally going to wear it to participate in the birthday banquet of the Queen Mother next month, but today in order to please King Yue, she had to take it out first to offer treasure. Of course, the material of this dress is moonlight brocade, and the action is brilliant, covered with a white gauze coat, which is just right to cover up this brilliance for a few points, looming, she thinks that this is very tempting, quite proud.

As for the jewelry on her head, she found it by rummaging through the cabinets, all of them are the best, jewelry, very dazzling, and she wears the pair of gold bracelets that Nan Xueyu gave her on her wrist, and it is definitely a weight of ten.

Nan Xueyu was secretly funny, thinking that in order to be able to look at each other at night today, her fourth sister was full of energy, and she wore everything good-looking. It's a pity that no matter how the fourth sister dresses up, even if this face doesn't look so ugly, her superficiality and flamboyance still don't have any attraction to men, let alone the night.

Murong Ye glanced at her, there was no expression on his face, and he didn't see what she was wearing, "Get up, why did you come?" For the sake of her being Xue Yu's younger sister and having no enmity with Xue Yu, he was already very polite, although in the eyes of outsiders, his expression was cold enough.

Nan Xuemeng said shyly, "His Royal Highness the King of Huiyue, the courtiers heard that the refugees had entered Beijing, and His Royal Highness was too busy, so come over and see if there are any courtiers who can do their best, and the courtiers can do their best." ”

Nan Xueyu suddenly laughed, "Sister, you are so insincere in what you say, who will believe it." ”

Nan Xuemeng was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily, "Nan Xueyu, what are you talking about," halfway through her words, seeing that Murong Ye's face instantly became ugly, she "chuckled" in her heart, knowing that she had accidentally revealed...

made him unhappy, so he quickly suppressed himself, forced out a smile, and said aggrievedly, "Third sister, why do you say that about me, I came today to help, why am I not sincere?" As she spoke, she glared at Nan Xueyu fiercely: Didn't you say that you wouldn't destroy my good deeds, dare to destroy me like this, I will never stop with you!

Nan Xueyu didn't see her angry eyes, and said leisurely, "Isn't it?" Sister, since you know that there are refugees everywhere here, what you need to do must be dirty and tired, but you are dressed like the imperial concubine, wearing a jingle bell, silk and satin, your fancy appearance is clearly here to show off, what can you do?"

Nan Xuemeng's face suddenly turned red, her mouth stammered, and she couldn't speak. Where could she have thought of this, saying that she was here to help, it was just an excuse, her real purpose, did she still need to say......?"

Murong Ye's eyes flickered, and when he saw Nan Xueyu's mocking appearance, he already understood Nan Xuemeng's thoughts, and raised his black eyebrows, "Okay, since you want to help, then come with this king." Xue Yu, let's go. ”

Nan Xueyu whispered amusedly, "Night, what are you going to do?"

Murong Ye shrugged his shoulders: Don't ask, just wait and watch the show.

Nan Xuemeng was very happy, King Yue really didn't treat her as an outsider, it looked like there was a show! However, if Nan Xueyu was not there, it would be even more perfect! This bastard, obviously said that he didn't like King Yue, why did he stand so close to him, and he still had to hold hands, looking really dazzling!

In front of one of the refugee tents, a woman in her thirties and forties was ** non-stop, her tattered clothes could not cover her body, and there was a frightening wound on her bare right calf, which was constantly bleeding pus and blood, apparently injured when she came, because she had not been treated in time, so the wound had deteriorated very badly, and if it was not treated, this leg would have been useless.

Nan Xuemeng only glanced at it, and was so disgusted that she wanted to vomit: These refugees are all dirty to death, don't have any bad diseases, how can it be good to give her!