Emperor Beihai looked at Nan Chongming condescendingly, and said word by word: "Leave this matter to Dali Temple, and they can deal with it as they want." ”

Before Nan Chongming could continue to beg for mercy, the emperor had already brushed his sleeves away.

Nan Anning has already admitted that Lei Li committed suicide, so Nan Angui has been acquitted.

She wanted to go in to take a look at Yan Miaoyu, but was stopped.

"Miss Nan, I'm afraid my identity is not suitable." Gonggong Li persuaded.

Nan Angui looked at him and had to turn away.

Nan Chongming sat on the ground in a daze, Dali Temple, what kind of place is that. In purgatory on earth, what I am best at is to bend into a move.

This time it's a royal case, how can the people of Dali Temple not care. There must be a culprit in this case at the end.

And Nan Anning is that person, she assassinated Yan Miaoyu, there are all human and material evidence, and no one can defend it.

Nan Angui sighed as she walked towards the ruined temple on the outskirts of the city.

She has no home anymore, and the Prime Minister's Mansion can't go back, I'm afraid Nan Chongming hates her even more now.

She couldn't see Yan Miaoyu, and she was still worried in her heart.

Suddenly, after taking a few steps, she bumped into someone all at once.

"I'm sorry." Raising his head, Nan An Gui apologized expressionlessly.

The moment he raised his eyes, he saw the man in front of him. The man's hair was tied in a crown, he was young, and his eyes were full of distress when he looked at Nan Anzhuo.

Yangqiao's eyes were deep, and he said softly: "Xiao Rose, come with me." ”

"No, you don't." Nan An Gui instinctively refused, she didn't want to talk to anyone at this time, but as soon as she took a few steps, her steps were vain.

The body fell backwards, but fortunately, Yang Qiao's eyes were quick and he hugged her at once.

When she was confused, Nan Angui only heard a voice whispering softly in her ear: "Why bother." ”

Why bother?

Nan Angui has also been thinking about this problem, she and Yan Miaoyu have never had a certain identity, and she doesn't know if she will travel back to that world one day.

Also, although she is the daughter of the prime minister, she is not loved by her father, so her status in the prime minister's mansion is also low.

He is the eighth prince who is high, she is a young lady who is blinded by others, how can she be worthy of him?

When he opened his eyes again, Nan Angui felt the softness under him, and the wafting fragrance of agarwood.

As soon as he opened his mouth, a cup of tea was served.

"Awake?" The man's voice was gentle, and his eyes were burning.

Nan Angui saw Yangqiao and took the cup of tea.

"This is your home?"

"Yes."

Nan Angui fell silent and stopped talking.

"Leave him." Yang Qiao was still persuading, and he hoped that Nan An Gui would turn around and be able to see him.

Nan Angui responded with a chuckle: "No, this time, I have already decided, when Yan Miaoyu wakes up, I will marry him, and I will be the princess,"

She didn't care about this title, but she cared about Yan Miaoyu.

In this world, she is a waste who doesn't love her father and mother, if she hadn't met Yan Miaoyu, she doesn't know how many times she would have died.

Yang Qiao originally wanted to say something, but when he saw Nan Anzhuo's determined eyes, he kept silent.

Turning around and walking out of the room, the lake in the back garden was already frozen, and the ice reflected the sunlight and shone brightly, but his heart was cold and sad.

Nan An Gui has lived in Yangqiao's mansion for a period of time, and his body is almost nourished.

Nan Cheng'an didn't know what method he used, so he actually took Nan Anning out of Dali Temple, but he heard Yangqiao say that when Nan Anning came out, it was a tragic word.

There was hardly any good place left in his body, and he was carried out, and only one face was still not ruined.

Nan An Gui only felt that Nan Chengan was really powerful, and he could still survive such a big crime as assassinating the prince.

"Xiao Rose, I asked the kitchen to boil some porridge, you can drink a little." Yang Qiao brought a bowl of porridge and handed it to Nan Anzhuo.

Nan Angui took a few sips, and then said, "Do you know how Yan Miaoyu is?" ”

"I've woken up when I hear that." Yang Qiao said calmly, "But I've been recuperating in the palace, and I don't know the specific situation." ”

Is he awake? Are you looking for her?

After Yangqiao left, Nan Angui went out alone and came to the palace.

However, the guards did not let her in.

What's going on? Nan An Gui began to feel apprehensive in her heart, obviously when she came here, no one would stop her.

Fortunately, Nan Angui knew that there was a back door here, and because she missed Yan Miaoyu, she still sneaked in quietly.

It was very quiet in the palace, and Nan Angui walked for a while and came to the back garden.

Yan Miaoyu's room is here, because the road is slippery on a rainy day, Nan Anzhuo's feet slipped, and she fell into the candy all of a sudden.

At this moment, the figure of a man appeared, he hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out and grabbed his wrist fluttering in the water.

Just lifted it hard, and easily lifted Nan Anzhuo up, and then hugged her for a circle, and then arrived at the shore.

The wet skirt wrapped her entire thin body, her messy hair was still dripping, and her pale face looked like a female ghost.

Nan An Gui was just about to say thank you, but when she raised her eyes, she saw the person who thought about it day and night.

"Yan Miaoyu!" She hugged Yan Miaoyu excitedly, tears falling like rain.

However, the next moment, Nan Angui was pushed away.

Yan Miaoyu just glanced at her, knowing that she was still alive, and didn't want to continue to entangle with her, so she turned around and left.

Nan Angui felt a little strange, why was his attitude so cold.

Hurriedly grabbed the hem of his clothes, and still murmured: "Yan Miaoyu!" ”

"Let go!" His voice was extremely cold, just like the breath on his body, cold and frightening, clear summer, but like winter.

Nan Angui shook her head and looked at Yan Miaoyu, unable to believe that he would treat her like this.

But before she could take another look, Yan Miaoyu had already broken her hand indifferently.

"Who are you, and why are you in my house?" His voice was cold and majestic.

"I ......" Nan An Gui couldn't answer his question for a while.

Why is she here? Because I miss someone, but that person actually doesn't know her anymore!

"What's your name?" Yan Miaoyu looked impatient.

"Nan An Rose."

"Nan Anzhu?" He silently read the name, and Nan Angui even thought that he was joking with her, and he was deliberately teasing her.

However, in fact, Yan Miaoyu's next sentence shattered all the illusions of Nan Anzhuo.

"I know you, the daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion." Yan Miaoyu turned around and shouted to the guards, "Send her back to the Prime Minister's Mansion." ”

Nan Angui's eyes widened, Yan Miaoyu would not send her to that kind of desperate place.