When she said this, there was a coldness in her voice.

Even if it's been so long, as soon as she thinks of this, Nan Ji gets angry.

It was the first time that the night pearl was in her hands and was pried away by others.

Jing Yu listened beside him, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

It seems that between the two people, there are some things that are not told by outsiders.

Wuye took a few steps back in fright, her lips trembling.

At this time, her eyes inadvertently swept to the Seventh Highness.

Wuye fell to his knees at once, his eyes were red, and tears were falling down

"The girl spares her life. If the girl is angry that Wuye is serving by the side of the Seventh Highness, it is good to beat and punish her, so she just begs the girl not to press some trumped-up charges on Wuye. ”

Nan Ji looked at her reaction and raised her eyebrows.

Following, tilting his head to look at Hanji who walked up to the gazebo, Nanji chuckled.

She sat on a stone bench and took a bite of osmanthus cake.

After a few moments, Hanji had already walked up to her.

Dressed in a black robe and standing tall, he stood in front of Nan Ji and glanced at the sycamore leaves on the ground.

Then, he stretched out his finger and stuck it on the porcelain bowl.

Sensing that the temperature was just right, he picked it up and stirred it a few times with a spoon.

The voice was faint

"Drink the medicine."

Nan Ji reached out and tugged at his sleeve, her red lips hooked into a smile

"Night ·····"

As soon as she said a word, the spoon in Hanji's hand had already been stuffed into her mouth with the decoction.

The bitter taste instantly spread between her lips and tongue.

Nan Ji's good mood just now was destroyed and wilted all of a sudden.

Hanji also felt a little funny when he saw her reaction

"Don't want to drink so much?"

Nan Ji bit on the pastry and didn't speak.

She was about to let go of the hand that was tugging at his sleeve, but was grabbed by Hanji.

His voice was still cold, but he spoke patiently

"It's bitter, but you still have to drink it."

The third prince next to him took the fan and snorted hard.

Trying to get the attention of his seventh emperor brother.

Since entering this pavilion, the attention of his Seven Emperor Brothers has been completely glued to this Nan Ji.

It's like seeing a baby bump.

But he looked left and right, and he didn't see where this princess was good.

Not only did I not see it, but I also felt that this ······ It's very spicy.

The third prince fanned the fan for a while, but found that it was still useless.

began to cough one after another

"Ahem, ahem."

Finally, he succeeded in attracting Hanji's attention.

Hanji spoke lightly

"Brother Huang."

The voice was cold and bland, without a single fluctuation.

It's fine if it's normal.

But the tone in which he spoke to this little princess just now was not this tone at all.

This contrast is simply not too strong.

Jing Yu took a sip of tea and followed his gaze to see the sycamore leaves on the ground

"Huh? Sycamore, why are you kneeling on the ground?? But what's the grievance?? ”

He looked surprised, he couldn't be more fake.

As he spoke, Hanji had already bent down and fed Nanji medicine with a spoon one by one.

Seeing her drink a sip of medicine and take a bite of osmanthus cake, that delicate look, the third prince smacked his tongue.

The little princess had just treated the sycamores in her mind.

At that time, the little princess couldn't see a little delicate.

I feel like one hand can pinch the sycamore to death.

Hanji finished feeding the bowl of medicine, and then turned his head to look at the sycamore who was kneeling beside him.

His voice was indifferent, and he couldn't hear joy or anger

"What are you doing on your knees?"

(End of chapter)