In the inner hall, Nangong Yan looked at Yu Qiqi's obedient appearance, and the boredom in his heart disappeared a lot.

Both of them went on the soft couch, but Yu Qiqi couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning, she opened her eyes and quietly looked at Nangong Yan, he had already closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

She got up from the couch lightly.

It's just that as soon as the little feet touched the clogs, the wrists were grabbed by a pair of big hands.

"Where to go?"

Nangong Yan's voice came coldly from behind, making Yu Qiqi's back feel cold.

Her fingers tightened, she turned her head to look at him resentfully, and blamed, "You sleep here, how can I sleep?" ”

"And where do you want to go?" Nangong Yan also got up from the soft couch, and there was a hint of cunning in his eyes, "Could it be, Red Silk Courtyard?" ”

"You, don't wronged people!"

Yu Qiqi withdrew his hand and said angrily. She would admit that she had done other things, but she couldn't admit this matter even if she was killed.

If it was because of her, the whole Nanzhao clan and her father, aunt and brothers lost their lives, then she would never forgive herself for the rest of her life.

"Then what are you nervous about?" Nangong Yan scoffed.

"I didn't." She hurriedly replied, got off the soft couch, picked up the basket that Zhao Niang had placed on the table, and returned to the soft couch to tinker.

"If you want to sleep, you will sleep well." There was candlelight outside the golden silk curtain, and Yu Qiqi only cared about the crickets in the basket.

Nangong Yan lay back on the soft couch and quietly watched her tinker.

After several rounds of fighting, her cricket always lost to Ajian's. Her eyes were intent, and a fine bead of sweat began to appear on the tip of her small nose.

"I see that you are very articulate on weekdays, but I didn't expect you to be stupid." After sneering, a smile appeared on the corner of Nangong Yan's lips.

"I can play many things in this East Palace very well, but this cricket fight is not good." When she said this, she was a little childish.

Nangong Yan hooked her thin lips, got up and took the grass from her hand, and within half a cup of tea, Nangong Yan had already used her cricket to win Ajian's one.

Yu Qiqi was stunned, and suddenly, she raised a pair of watery eyes and begged him, "Then you teach me." ”

strands of hair, slid down her shoulders.

She had never asked Nangong Yan for anything, this was the first time.

Nangong Yan's cold eyes froze, and he replied to her angrily, "Don't teach!" "I lay down and fell asleep.

Yu Qiqi snorted, put back the basket, moved his body, and fell asleep who was far away from him.

All night, Yu Qiqi didn't sleep well, Nangong Yan always grabbed the quilt with her, she woke up in the middle of the night, and most of the futon was ripped off by Nangong Yan, causing her to suffer a night of cold.

When he woke up the next day, Yu Qiqi contracted the wind chill and sneezed several times in a row.

"Crown Princess, since His Royal Highness has come down once, he will definitely come a second time." When tidying up the futon, Zhao Niang didn't see Luohong, and comforted her.

The decoction that Yu Qiqi had just drunk in her mouth almost squirted out, she hurriedly swallowed the decoction, "Don't worry about it, he came here for Wan Niang." ”

Zhao Niang's hand in arranging the futon paused for a moment, and then said no more.

As soon as Nangong Yan left the Yaoguang Palace, Chu Peiyu stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, the envoy sent by Nanzhao to pay tribute has entered Beijing. ”

After the fall of the Nanzhao War, Yanjing had to pay tribute to jewelry and jade every year.

"Who is it?"

Nangong Yan stood tall with his hands behind his back.

Chu Peiyu bowed, "It's a prince." ”

Nangong Yan's eyes gradually deepened, and Nanzhao only had one son, named Yan Shiqing. It is said that this man is a rare talent of the Nanzhao royal family.

Moreover, the relationship with Yu Qiqi... Intimacy?

Thinking of Yu Qiqi, who was covered in thorns in front of him on weekdays, he looked well-behaved and supple in front of Yan Shiqing, and he really had a little bit in his heart... Taste?

"Enter the palace."

At the bottom of his eyes, a trace of coolness welled up, and Nangong Yan said coldly.

"Yes."

Chu Peiyu lowered his head.