"Liu Tingyuan?"

Nangong Jing frowned, a little incredulous, and his tone rose a few points.

Seeing that the aura on Nangong Jing's body was getting colder, the dark guard couldn't help but shrink his body, wanting to make his sense of existence a little lower.

I was afraid that the prince would be angry, so I vented my anger on myself.

"Yes, Lord Wang, when my subordinates heard the news, they really felt ridiculous, so they went to check it out in person, and the results confirmed that this was indeed the case. The prime minister's wife did find someone and intended to match Miss Yu and Hou Ye. ”

The subordinate lowered his head and respectfully explained what he had just said.

Nangong Jing had an indescribable emotion in his heart, which climbed to his heart.

There is anger, there is anger.

But he also felt that although Liu Tingyuan hated Prime Minister Yu, he would not be angry with Yu Molan.

I had to lower my voice and ask: "Then has Master Hou agreed to see Yu Molan?" ”

The subordinate nodded respectfully: "It is precisely because the Hou Ye agreed, so this time the Prime Minister's wife sent someone to pick up Miss Yu!" ”

Nangong Jing's thin lips were pursed, and his eyes were dark and uncertain.

Others don't know, but he does.

After Liu Yiyi's death, he and Liu Tingyuan hated Prime Minister Yu to the core.

At that time, I couldn't even hear the word "jade".

But as time went by, Nangong Jing felt that he was blinded by hatred, so he aimed his hatred at Prime Minister Yu alone.

Although Liu Tingyuan did not hate all the surnamed Yu anymore, he did not want to see Prime Minister Yu's family in the end.

According to Liu Tingyuan's jealous and hateful temperament, once Yu Molan really marries, he will definitely torture Yu Molan fiercely.

There is also Xia Yun, this woman knows the grievances between the Liu family and the Yu family, and she still wants to marry Yu Molan to the past, and the vicious thoughts in this are really impossible to hide.

He clenched his fists and said in a cold voice, "

"Send a message to him, and ask him to wait for me in the palace the day after tomorrow."

"Yes."

……

The next day, Weiyuan Houfu.

Liu Tingyuan sat in the pavilion, and next to him, a woman in white sat softly, gently stroking the qin.

The atmosphere can be described as demure and beautiful.

But at this moment, a subordinate looked like a pigeon and handed it to Liu Tingyuan.

"Master Hou, it's a letter from King Jing's Mansion."

When Liu Tingyuan heard this, he had some conjectures in his heart.

He stretched out his hand, took the letter, and saw that it read: "Come to the house tomorrow."

"Huh-"

Liu Tingyuan sneered.

"I didn't expect Nangong Jing to get the news in such a short period of time, it seems that he really likes this Yumolan."

The woman in white stroked the qin's hand and stopped, and then thought: "Perhaps, this is just a means for the prince to take revenge on Prime Minister Yu." ”

"What means of revenge?"

Liu Tingyuan scoffed: "That's because, you haven't seen his nervous Yumolan." Even Ben Hou's sister may not be comparable. ”

Speaking of this, Liu Tingyuan's eyes were slightly red.

If her sister is still alive, she is also a woman like a flower like a jade at this time.

"I still remember that at the beginning, Nangong Jing said that he would love my sister for the rest of his life, but it was only a year, and he had already begun to empathize with him. Hehe, man, what a kindness. ”

The woman in white did not answer this.

The grievances of Liu Tingyuan, Nangong Jing and Prime Minister Yu are not something that she can solve in a few words.

"Then what are you going to do, Master Hou? Do you need your subordinates to send someone to kill Yu Molan? ”

"What do you do when you kill a Jade Molan? If you want to kill, it's just to kill the jade prime minister to enjoy it. My sister is wronged Jiuquan, and the Yu family wants to live a life in peace, and this revenge is not avenged, and my Liu Ting is far from being a gentleman. ”

The next moment, I saw a "bang", the strength of the cup in his hand was crushed, and the hot water splashed on the ground, and then looked closely, the cup had turned into slag.

A woman sat in front of Liu Tingyuan, and she was not too frightened when she saw this.

"My subordinates will bring some medicine to Master Hou."

……

Hang Lake.

"Knock knock—"

Yumolan was embroidering when there was a knock on the door.

She opened the door and saw Nangong Jing's tall figure standing outside the door.

Seeing Nangong Jing, Yu Molan's mind inexplicably thought of Nuan'er's sentence "It will hurt the feelings of husband and wife".

She lowered her head, and then said lightly: "Lord Wang, what's the matter?" ”

For Yu Molan's indifference, Nangong Jing is already used to it.

It's just that...... Seeing that she didn't want to let herself in, Nangong Jing couldn't help but feel a little sad in her heart.

"It's about assassinating you the day before yesterday."

Yu Molan raised her head, and Nangong Jing smiled slightly: "Do you plan to let this king be a wounded man and stand like this all the time?" ”

Think about it too.

Yu Molan turned sideways and let Nangong Jing in.

Considering that Nangong Jing was injured, Yu Molan deliberately put a cushion under his hands.

After putting a cup of tea in his hand and arranging it properly, he said, "Who is the murderer?" ”

Nangong Jing didn't hide much: "It's the Prime Minister's wife." ”

"Xia Yun?"

Although it was a question sentence, Yu Molan's tone was very calm, as if she was stating a fact.

"Yes."

The corners of Yu Molan's lips hooked up a smile that seemed to be nothing, in fact, she could probably guess it, there are only a few people who want to die by themselves, who else hates herself except Xia Yun?

Originally, she planned to wait until she took care of Nuan'er before taking revenge, but now it seems that she needs to plan in advance.

Seeing that she pursed her lips tightly and didn't speak, Nangong Jing asked again.

"What do you think...... How is Liu Tingyuan? ”

She doesn't like to be controlled by fate, she only likes to control fate, if anyone wants to force her, then don't blame her for being ruthless.

"Master Hou?"

Although Yu Molan didn't understand why the topic was suddenly pulled to Liu Tingyuan's body, she still said patiently.

"Master Hou is a good person."

Except, of course, that he's so critical of her.

Although she also tried her best to justify Liu Tingyuan's hatred of her, it didn't mean that she would tolerate Liu Tingyuan targeting her everywhere.

Nangong Jing saw Yu Molan praising Liu Tingyuan, and his heart was like knocking over the five-flavor bottle.

Don't? Yu Molan also likes Liu Tingyuan?

"Then you, do you have a sweetheart, and have you ever thought about getting married?" Nangong Jing asked tentatively.

？？？

Yu Molan thought that there must have been three big question marks on her forehead.

Didn't they say about assassinations?

How did he run from the assassination to Liu Tingyuan's body?

How could she run from Liu Tingyuan's body to the topic of whether she has a sweetheart and whether she wants to get married?

Yu Molan felt that for a while, she seemed to be a little unable to catch up with Nangong Jing's brain hole.

While she sighed at Nangong Jing's brain hole, Nangong Jing was also looking at her.

Seeing her thinking, she was a little nervous.

Could it be that she really likes Liu Tingyuan?

Nangong Jing suddenly felt a little lost in his heart.

At this moment, Yu Molan looked at him: "Why did the prince suddenly ask this question?" ”

"The question ......"

Nangong Jing pursed his lips, and then said with a pretended serious face.

"This king, this king just thinks that according to common sense, women of your age are already married and have children, and you ......"

"Lord Wang."

Before he finished speaking, Yu Molan interrupted him, and she smiled slightly: "Let's not say that I don't have a sweetheart, and I don't want to get married." Moreover, women do not live in this world just for men. ”

"So, you mean, you don't want to get married at the moment?"

Yu Molan only asked casually, but she couldn't stand his patience to ask, so she also replied casually: "Not for the time being." ”

"And what if someone forces you?"

The doubts in Yu Molan's heart became deeper and deeper, but she still replied: "I am in charge of my own life, no one can force me, and I will not make any bets on my marriage." ”

Nangong Jing was overjoyed, but he coughed quietly on his face: "That's good." ”

In this way, she has no intention of getting married, which means that she should not have a sweetheart yet, even if Xia Yun forces her to marry Liu Tingyuan, she will not be willing.

If the parties are unwilling, then Yu Molan and Liu Tingyuan's family affair will fall short.

Even if the prime minister's wife takes such a lot of effort, I'm afraid it won't be as she wishes in the end.

Thinking like this, the smile on Nangong Jingjun's face became even stronger, while Yu Molan's attention was on his arm that had been torn open by the wound.

After thinking about it again, Yu Molan was still not worried about his injury and planned to go to the doctor. And Nangong Jing secretly rejoiced for a while, and then suddenly understood the meaning of Yu Molan's words.

She said that she didn't have a sweetheart, does that mean that he hadn't lived in her heart yet, and the end of her nose was sour, and the smile on Nangong Jing's face collapsed in an instant.

"Lord Wang, what's wrong with you?"