Nan Fengling shook his head in disbelief, "I already have a husband, how can I marry him, is it a rumor?" ”

"Do you have a husband?" Xie Ling shouted in shock, he didn't expect Xie Ze to rob a married woman.

"I don't have to lie to you, my husband is the prince of Huanyue Kingdom."

"Are you the crown princess of Huanyue Kingdom?"

Listening to Xie Ling's extremely shocked tone, Nan Fengling asked puzzledly, "Well, what's the problem?" ”

"Tell me your identity, forget it, don't mention it to anyone again."

"Why?"

"You still ask me why, if you let my father know that you are the crown princess of Huanyue Kingdom, your life will not be guaranteed."

"How did I forget about this, but you reminded me, wait, why are you helping me? We've only seen each other a few times, and we've never even said a few words. ”

"I'm not helping you, I just don't want to see them suffer more people for their own greed, and a city changes hands, do you know how many people will suffer?"

Xie Ling, who is not enterprising in front of him, has no ambitions, and is romantic, is more sympathetic to the suffering of the people than those motivated young talents.

"Xie Ling, if you become an emperor, you will definitely be a Ming monarch."

Hearing this, the shallow smile on the corner of Xie Ling's mouth suddenly had bad intentions, "Compared to being a Ming Jun, I love beauties." ”

"Of course you think like this now, when you get old, maybe you just want to find a woman who can accompany you for the rest of your life."

"Oh? What kind of woman does the girl think can accompany me to old age? ”

"See what you like."

"Well, I kind of like the South Wind girl."

"It's a pity I don't like you."

Xie Ling sighed, "I knew that it was such an answer." ”

Familiar with the flirtatious tone, Nanfeng Ling didn't feel angry.

Today doesn't seem to be in vain, one thing made her understand a person, it's worth it.

Hour after hour.

The sunset is slanting in the west, and the twilight is in full swing.

Looking at the darkening night, Nan Fengling asked with some worry, "Do you think your entourage will really come to you?" ”

"Yes, it will come." Xie Ling's tone was not as sure as before.

Nanfeng Ling sat back on the ground in frustration, touched his stomach, and said weakly: "I'm so hungry." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, footsteps sounded above the trap, and a few more torches.

Seeing the firelight, Nanfeng Ling stood up in surprise.

Xie Ling turned his face away and said to her proudly at this time: "I said they would come to me." ”

"The eldest prince is really a clever calculation."

Xie Ling turned his face away with satisfaction, raised his head and shouted to the top: "I'm down there, and the South Wind girl is also down there, you throw the rope down, and then pull us up." ”

As soon as the words fell, a thick rope hung from above.

Xie Ling pulled Nan Fengling over, wrapped the rope around her waist and said, "You go up first." ”

Nan Fengling let out a "thank you", and the guards above began to pull the rope.

It was already dark, and the two returned to the bottom of the mountain, of course, first back to the camp to change clothes and eat.

Nanfeng Ling fell into the sink and injured his waist.

For a while, I'm afraid it's going to be uncomfortable again.

Back at the camp, Nan Fengling changed his clothes and ate by himself.

After tossing all day and being injured again, she was so tired that she only ate a few bites casually, and then lay down with her clothes.

Lie down for a moment, and soon fall asleep.

I don't know if it's because I'm too tired today, I dreamed back at midnight, Nanfeng Ling actually dreamed that Jiali assassinated Xie Yi and was killed by Xie Ze with a sword.

He seemed to be ready, waiting for the Assassin for a long time.

As soon as the shackles on my body were loosened, I woke up from the nightmare, and it was already dawn.

Nan Fengling sat up from the couch and raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead.

Outside the tent, two figures walked by, whispering as they walked about the dangers of yesterday.

"Gary died a miserable death."

"I said, she is bold, she dared to assassinate the monarch, this is a big crime of the nine clans, if it weren't for the foresight of the second prince and the layout of the ambush in advance, I am afraid that the prince will really die under her knife."

"Don't say it, if the second prince knows that we chew the root of our tongue, we will feel better."

"Yes, let's go, let's go."

Listening to the sound of footsteps fading away outside the tent, Nan Fengling sat on the couch and kept panting.

She grabbed her skirt with both hands, trying to calm her emotions.

Gali assassinating the Maharaja? She's dead?

No wonder Xie Ling disappeared yesterday, and they were not in a hurry, it was almost dark before they came to look for it.

It turned out that something more significant had happened at the foot of the mountain.

The news of Gali's death came too suddenly, and Nanfeng Ling was not prepared in the slightest.

She frowned, her mind blanked, and she didn't know what to do next, all her plans were disrupted.

Her nose was sour, her vision was blurry, and she couldn't see everything in front of her.

There was a chill on her face, and she raised her hand to wipe it, but it was full of tears.

She and Gary have only known each other for more than ten days, why is she crying?

Is she pitying Galley? Or because the plan was disrupted, the day when she returned to the Central Plains was once again far away.

Nanfeng Ling didn't expect that Gali's farewell to her the night before would become their farewell.

Xie Ze stood behind her at some point, and shouted in a low voice at her back, "Nanfeng Spirit." ”

Nan Fengling bit his lower lip hard, not wanting to look back, nor wanting to reply.

Her clenched fists were trembling slightly, her nails pierced her palms, and she didn't know whether it was anger or hatred.

After not hearing a response for a long time, Xie Ze shouted in a slightly unhappy tone, "Nanfeng Ling." ”

Nan Fengling raised his hand to wipe away his tears, still unwilling to look back.

Faintly hearing a few sobs, Xie Ze took a few steps forward in confusion and walked in front of Nanfeng Ling.

When he saw Nan Fengling's face full of tears and crying in a low voice, he was even more puzzled and asked, "Why are you crying?" ”

Nan Fengling turned his face to the side, not wanting to deal with Xie Ze.

"I heard from the guards, you fell into the well yesterday, but you were injured?"

"Hypocrisy."

"What did you say?"

"I said you were hypocritical." The South Wind Spirit yelled at him.

Xie Ze stood indifferently, not angry, more puzzled.

He couldn't understand why Nanfeng Ling was angry.

Was it because he threw her down yesterday and caused her to fall into a trap, and he didn't try to save her?

Her eyes were red and swollen, and she must have been crying for a long time.

Xie Ze didn't want to argue with her, and he didn't want to know why she was angry.

He snorted coldly, and said disdainfully to her scolding: "Do you think I am hypocritical, fake or not, I am here to tell you that the hunting conference is over early, whether you want to go back with me, whatever you want, if you want to stay in this mountain forest to live, it doesn't matter." ”

Xie Ze ignored her pitiful appearance and walked away quickly past her.

Xie Ze left with his front foot, and Nan Fengling got off the couch with his feet, picked up the cup and teapot on the table and threw it in the direction Xie Ze left.

Xie Ze dodged to the side.

Then he heard more smashing sounds coming from inside the tent.

He glanced back, the corners of his mouth curled, and then stepped away.

Because Xie Ling was injured in his foot, the hunting conference could only end early.

Xie Ling injured his foot and sat on the bridge with Fuqing.

Nanfeng Ling rode a horse and followed closely beside Xie Ze.

Her eyes were unfocused, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

It's summer, and the scorching sun hangs in the sky.

In such a hot and humid weather now, Nanfeng Ling actually felt a little cold.

She was weak, dizzy, and shaky.