Qu Ning: "A place to bury people, how can it be said to be 'good'? When I came out, I never thought about going back. ”

Feng Ling: "After all, after staying in the Imperial Mausoleum for so many months, there is no one or anything in there that makes you nostalgic?" ”

Qu Ning's mind unexpectedly flashed the demon who had been imprisoned in the cave, but to be honest, even if she remembered it occasionally, she still didn't have any nostalgia, after all, she had never really seen the demon, even if she nominally became the demon's wife, she didn't have any substantive feelings with the demon, "If you are nostalgic, how can you not want to go back?" ”

Feng Ling's tone changed, and he was aggressive, "Even if it's the one you married?" ”

Qu Ning's face did not change, and his answer was still forceful, without the slightest flinch, "Marrying him is a last resort." After marrying in, I have never seen the person I married, what is the difference between being in the imperial tomb for a few months and being a widow, and what is the nostalgia? ”

Be quiet!

There was a moment of silence.

Long.

"You're smart!" Although Feng Ling still said to Qu Ning, his eyes glanced at Sikong Ying, and there was no emotion on his face.

Sikong Ying knew that Feng Ling had already seen it, but he couldn't hide her eyes. A few words of dialogue that seemed to be calm just now, but in fact, there was always a hidden turbulence, but fortunately, Qu Ning remembered his explanation, and he was smart enough to recognize the situation in front of him, and he and the demon were cleared up word by word. But even so, he couldn't grasp Feng Ling's decision now.

Feng Ling really didn't expect that the person who she had always trusted and entrusted with important tasks, and even handed over such a thing as going to Chizhou State to him would actually "betray" her now. If he hadn't mentioned and explained this Qu Ning, this Qu Ning might have known what she would ask, and was ready to stand in front of her. But no matter how Qu Ning answers, and whether she takes the initiative or is forced to marry into the imperial tomb, as long as she marries, it is the original sin. That person can only be her Fengling's, even if she becomes a demon hated by the world, she is still alone.

Feng Ling: "But, it's a pity ......"

As soon as Sikong Ying heard this "but", his heart couldn't help but mention, "Princess......"

Qu Ning couldn't help but be nervous, quietly clenched the hand under the sleeve, and once again thought about how to escape from here.

"Princess, someone outside asked to see her, saying that he wanted to 'borrow' someone from the princess, and he would return it as soon as possible." At this moment, a guard came in and said to Feng Ling.

The situation in the ship's cabin, which was already on the verge of eruption, was interrupted.

Feng Ling frowned slightly, "Let him in." ”

The guards took the order and turned to go out.

The islanders who had come on the orders of Fang Cheng stepped into the cabin and repeated what they had just said to the guards when they were outside.

Feng Ling was not angry and threatened, "If this palace is not mistaken, your lord has already handed this person over to this palace." Why, it's only been a while, and your left envoy is going to come and ask people back? ”

The islanders who were ordered to come trembled, their voices were obviously lowered, and they were cautious, "It's borrowing, the left envoy just wants to borrow ......"

Feng Ling: "Then let your lord personally borrow it." Bengu wants to ask her, is she playing with Hongu? ”

The people on the island who were ordered to come almost knelt, how dare they let the Lord come in person, and hurriedly arched their hands and retreated, not daring to say a word again, for fear of making the people in front of them even more unhappy.

Feng Ling called the guards in, asked the guards to come closer, and quickly whispered a few words.

The guards received the order and went to do it immediately.

Feng Ling drank tea again, with an indistinguishable look on his face.

In less than half a burnt of incense, the guards came back and whispered to Feng Ling in front of him.