Jin Dynasty, Hangzhou.

A team of men and horses carrying a sedan chair came from the slum in the south of the city to the most luxurious place in the north of the city.

The sedan chair stopped, and the voice of a middle-aged man reached Yu Molan's ears.

"Jade girl, you've got it!"

The curtain of the sedan car opened, and a thin woman walked through it.

She leaned over gently, neither humble nor arrogant: "The folk girl encountered some trouble on the road and was delayed for a while. ”

"Miss Jade is fine, hurry, please here."

As soon as I walked into King Jing's Mansion, there was a chill.

Unconsciously, in Yu Molan's mind, there are many legends about King Jing.

Some say that he is an ugly-looking murderer who drinks human blood and eats a woman every full moon night.

Some people also say that he looks better than Pan An, a handsome son, gentle as jade, and a daughter slave.

What his true face is, it will be revealed in a while.

"Mother-"

As soon as Yu Molan entered the main hall, she was hugged by a small ball about her knees.

The child's voice was soft and cute, and he looked at her with a pair of big eyes.

Seeing such a cute and blessed child, Yu Molan felt that her heart was about to melt.

"Cutie!"

She bent down to take the child holding her leg in her arms, and reached out to pinch Nuan'er's cheek.

Later, she looked at Nuan'er seriously and said, "Little cutie, I'm not your ......"

Who knows, before she finished her words, she was hugged by Nuan'er and kissed her fiercely.

After kissing, Nuan'er giggled, and shouted in her mouth: "Mother." ”

Looking at the smile on the child's face, Yu Molan's sentence "I'm not your mother" suddenly couldn't be said.

"Jade Girl."

At this moment, a low and cold voice sounded.

Immediately afterwards, there was a powerful coercion, overwhelming, sweeping towards Yu Molan.

Compared with the trembling subordinates on both sides, Yu Molan was very natural, holding the child and looking at the voice.

On the high seat, the man was wearing a black brocade robe, and he was wearing a jade crown, which looked better than Pan An.

Rumors, it seems, are the latter.

The man's dark eyes were also examining her at this time.

Looking at each other, Yu Molan did not panic, but was slightly blessed, and said indifferently: "The folk girl has seen the prince." ”

Not impatient, calm and calm, with tenacity in his eyebrows.

This is Nangong Jing's first impression of Yu Molan.

She was dressed in a light blue linen shirt, and her hair was not in a bun with any jewelry, but she was simply tied in a ponytail, but it was still difficult to hide her beautiful appearance.

Retracting his gaze, Nangong Jing stood up.

"The imperial doctor once asserted that Nuan'er was suffering from a dumb disease, and for more than two years, this king had indeed not heard her speak. But that day, she hugged you and didn't let go, and called her mother. ”

Listening to Nangong Jing's explanation, Yu Molan understood why Nangong Jing's cold and jealous eyes meant when she heard the little girl call her mother that day.

But...... Nothing more than two years old has ever spoken?

"Didn't her mother teach?"

Hearing this, a trace of hatred flashed in Nangong Jing's black pupils.

"She's dead."

Yu Molan suddenly realized, and she was also very apologetic: "I'm sorry, the people don't know, please ask the prince to condemn." ”

"He who does not know is not guilty."

Nangong Jing raised his hand and signaled that Yu Molan didn't need to kneel.

"Thank you, Lord Wang."

Yu Molan hugged Nangong Nuan'er and bent over and stood up straight, Nuan'er thought that Yu Molan was playing a game with her, and immediately hugged Yu Molan's neck and smiled happily.

"Mother, also, more."

Listening to her daughter's cheerful laughter and saying two more words that she hadn't heard before, a trace of tenderness flashed in Nangong Jing's eyes.

"Jade girl, please take a seat."

Sitting?

She didn't dare.

"The prince might as well have something to say."

Seeing Yu Molan so straightforward, Nangong Jing suddenly felt that he was a seven-foot man, but he was a bit of a mother-in-law.

His dark eyes stared at Yu Molan tightly, serious and serious: "This king wants to invite the jade girl to be Nuan'er's mother." ”

Yu Molan's face, which had always been calm, showed a trace of cracking at this time.

Nangong Jing......

Are you proposing to her?